I twirl and dance alone for a while, enjoying the pounding music thrumming under my skin like a second heartbeat. But then a few minutes starts to extend, and even standing on tiptoe, I can’t see Ben at the bar.
I start to make my way over, wondering where he could be, but finally I spot the long cape of his costume and his dark hair. “Hey, sexy, did you forget about me or what?” I ask, wrapping my arms around him and standing on tiptoe to plant a kiss behind his ear “You’ve been gone forever.”
He turns in my arms, and to my horror, the man that I’m holding is not my boyfriend.
“Oh, my gosh!” I release him and cover my mouth, mortified. “I am so sorry, I thought you were my boyfriend, he’s wearing the same cape and you guys have similar haircuts and-“
The guy laughs and holds up a hand to halt my frantic babbling. “It’s ok, relax, no harm done,” he says, looking me up and down, “It’s too bad I’m not the guy you’re looking for.”
I blush and laugh. “I’m Summer,” I offer him a hand to shake.
He’s a good-looking guy, but from the front, it’s hard to believe I mistook him for Ben. His facial hair is close-cropped, unlike Ben’s longer beard, and his eyes are a deep brown, rather than my boyfriend’s bright blue. But their hair is a similar shade of brown, even if this guy’s is a little shorter, and they both have the kind of muscular, drool-worthy bodies of action heroes.
“Nicholas Hall, but you can call me Nick,” he replies, shaking my hand, “Nice to meet you.”
“So, is this your first time at Ecstasia?” I ask him, “Haven’t seen you around before.”
He nods, “Yeah, a few of my buddies said the Halloween party here was a good time, so I thought I’d come see if it lived up.”
“And how’s it doing so far?”
The way he’s eyeing me makes me blush. “Better now,” he says.
It’s interesting that he’s flirting with me even though I very definitely mentioned a boyfriend. Maybe he thinks he can steal me out from under Ben. Or maybe, just maybe…
“So, what brings you and that boyfriend of yours out to a place like this?” he asks, leaning back against the bar.
“Same thing you are,” I tell him, fluttering my eyelashes, “We’re just out to have a good time.”
Are you the good time we’re looking for, Nick?
“There you are,” speak of the devil-well, actually I guess I’m the devil right now, so maybe speak of the vampire- but Ben loops his arm around my shoulders, offering me a pint glass.
I take the glass and take a drink. “Thanks, babe. Nick, this is my boyfriend, Ben, Ben, this is Nick.”
Nick offers Ben his hand, and I don’t miss the lingering up-and-down look he gives my boyfriend. “Pleasure to meet you,” he says.
I see a flash of hunger in Ben’s gaze as he eyes the other man, but he grips his hand with confidence and shakes it. “Same here, man,” he replies casually.
He takes a large gulp of his drink, and I can tell he’s trying to tamp down his nervousness.
“So how long have you two been together?” Nick asks.
“Just shy of a year,” Ben replies, and my heart melts a little at the pride in his voice.
“You’re a cute couple,” he says with a charming, crooked grin I imagine has gotten him laid a lot.
“Thanks, I’m a lucky guy,” Ben says.
“I’ll say,” Nick agrees, “But it looks like Summer’s doing pretty well herself.”
I peek at Ben and see his cheeks going red, and I can’t believe things are really going this smoothly. My embarrassing mistake seems to have turned into exactly what I was hoping to find tonight.
“So what about you?” I ask, “You here by yourself?”
He nods.
“Where’s your girlfriend tonight?” I ask him.
“No girlfriend,” he shakes his head.
To my surprise, Ben tilts his head, eyeing him. “Boyfriend?”
“Don’t have one of those either,” he says, meeting Ben’s gaze with an expression that seems like a challenge.
Whatever challenge he’s issuing is one I want to watch.
Or accept for myself.
Chapter Four
Summer
The three of us continue talking long after our glasses are empty, and Nick buys us another round of drinks, despite Ben’s protests. After the second round, I’m feeling just the slightest buzz, enough to make me tingly without clouding my head.
Nick keeps eyeing us both, a glint in those dark eyes that has my nipples hardening beneath the red vinyl dress. The tension between him and Ben teeters between sexual and competitive, and something about it is driving me absolutely wild.
We’re on our third round of drinks, and I’m beginning to feel the effects in my head, loosening me up and dissolving my inhibitions. At one point, I’m leaning over so Nick can hear me better and the strap of my dress slips down my shoulder.
He reaches out and slides it back up my arm, and my skin tingles from his touch. His gaze flits to Ben, gauging his response. Mine flits between Ben’s thighs to gauge the same, and to my delight, I can see the bulge of his erection straining against his pants.
I decide to just go for it. “Listen, Nick,” I say, letting my filter falter and letting my uninhibited brain voice itself, “Do you want to come back to our place?”
Ben looks at me with raised eyebrows, clearly not expecting the bluntness, but we’ve found our guy. I’m a big believer in fate, and it feels like Nick came into our path tonight for a reason.
And when his response is yes, without a moment’s hesitation, the thrill that shoots through me is immense. Ben pulls out his phone and texts his driver, since we’ve all had a few drinks, even if I’m the only one who shows it.
For a bartender, I’m a lightweight. It’s embarrassing.
Fortunately, it’s not long before he gets a text back saying that the car is outside. We pay our tab and slip out of the club and into the limo, Ben and I on one side and Nick on the other. Ben doesn’t like to take the limo often, says it makes him feel pretentious, but it’s come in handy once or twice.
“So, what do you guys do?” Nick asks, presumably curious about the limo.
“Well, actually, I work at the club,” I admit, laughing sheepishly, “But Ben is a real estate investor, and he’s got all these buildings all over the world.”
“You make it sound so much more exciting than it is,” Ben laughs.
“Hey,” Nick says, “Don’t downplay it, obviously you do well for yourself,” he gestures around us at the limousine, “And it’s interesting. Sounds like you do a lot of traveling?”
Ben blinks, clearly surprised that Nick actually cares, and I’ll admit, even I’m touched by Nick’s insistent defense against Ben’s self-deprecation.
“Yeah, kind of,” he says, “I’ve got a couple of holdings in Asia that I have to visit once in a while, and a couple throughout the UK.”
“And the one in New Zealand,” I say with a wistful sigh.
I want to go see all of these places with him someday. In fact, for my birthday, Ben had insisted on taking me to go get my passport started, saying that as soon as it came in, we’d take a trip, but we haven’t had the chance to go yet.
“Where in New Zealand?” Nick asks, suddenly eager.
“Queenstown,” Ben replies, and Nick’s face lights up.
“I’ve always wanted to go there,” he says.
“Me, too,” I tell him, “But I also want to go check out some of the scenery and stuff…”
“She means she wants to go check out all the scenes where Lord of the Rings was filmed,” Ben says with a laugh.
Nick doesn’t say a word, but he rolls up his sleeve, almost to his shoulder. Around his bicep, I see familiar the familiar Elvish script that decorates the “One Ring” in the series, and my jaw drops in delight. I spring across the seat to his and take his arm between my hands to look closer. “Oh, my gosh, that’s awesome!”
> “Oh, no, you’re one of them,” Ben groans, laughing.
“You got something against us nerds?” Nick asks, pulling me into a protective embrace that makes me giggle.
Although being pressed against his body is having a whole myriad of other effects.
“Not at all, but we’re the wrong kind of nerds,” I explain, “This one’s into sci-fi, not fantasy.”
“What, you think I can’t love Tolkien and Trek?” Nick asks with an eyebrow raised.
“Well, I don’t see your Starfleet tattoo,” Ben shoots back.
“Maybe it’s somewhere you won’t see until we get back to your place,” Nick replies, his voice dropping to a low growl that soaks my panties.
“Ooh, yes, boys, keep talking nerdy to me,” I say, only half-teasing, “You’re getting me all hot and bothered.”
“Is that so?” Nick asks, raising an eyebrow.
He shoves my dress up my hips and slips a hand between my legs, making me gasp. Ben watches us hungrily, drinking in the show with pleasure.
Nick’s brazen hand slides north until he reaches the apex between my thighs. He rubs a finger over the wet cotton covering my slit. “Oh, yeah, she’s hot and bothered all right,” he says, a smug smile on his face.
He pushes the panties out of the way and strokes my folds with two fingers, his thumb circling my clit. “Holy fuck!” I gasp, clutching at his shoulders.
Zero to a hundred real quick. And I fucking love it.
But regretfully, just as fast, the hand slips away, and an embarrassing mewling whimper escapes me.
Nick offers his fingers, slick with my arousal to Ben. “Care to take a taste?” he offers.
Oh, fuck.
My cheeks turn bright red, and I’m embarrassed, but more aroused than I can believe as I watch Ben wrap his lips around Nick’s fingers, sucking them clean of my juices.
And apparently the feeling of Ben’s lips and tongue is having quite an effect on Nick. His breath quickens, and I decide to mirror his boldness.
I grab his cock through his pants and he sucks in a sharp breath. Even with all his clothes in the way, I can feel that he’s just as huge as Ben, and a little thrill runs through me at the idea of having both of them inside me at once.
And at the idea of watching Ben take on a cock as big as his own.
I’m about to unzip his pants when I realize the car has stopped moving. I peek out the window, and even in the darkness and through the heavy tint of the windows, I recognize that we’re home.
“Let’s take this inside,” I purr, wriggling the hem of my dress back down over my hips.
I almost laugh, watching the two of them both scrambling to open the door in their eagerness to get to the bedroom.
“Relax, boys,” I tell them, “We’ve got all night.”
“Exactly,” Nick replies, making me shiver, “And I plan to make use of every minute.”
Chapter Five
Summer
The three of us rush inside, and we lead Nick up to our bedroom. Ben makes quick work of my dress and tosses it aside, and he’s clearly pleased to discover that I’m not wearing a bra. He cups one of my breasts in a hand, then bends to suck on my nipple.
Meanwhile, Nick is wrestling out of the cape part of his Halloween costume, then he comes over and reaches around Ben’s neck to unfasten his.
Reluctantly, I tug Ben away from my breast so I can have better access to his belt buckle, but to my surprise, Nick stops me. “Allow me,” he says, and takes over, deftly unfastening the belt and making quick work of the button and zipper.
He draws Ben’s cock out of his pants and grips it, giving it a few slow, languid strokes. Ben groans and his head falls back in pleasure. I bite my lip, the sight so erotic it’s damn near making my toes curl.
I’m pleased to see that Nick is really here to play with us both. While I can’t say I could ever complain about two hot guys having their ways with me, that wasn’t the point tonight. And honestly, I’m not sure it would be as fun as this. Nick touching Ben is probably the hottest sight I’ve ever had the pleasure of viewing.
Growing emboldened by the rising tension, Ben yanks Nick’s shirt over his head, exposing the other man’s hard chest and rippling abs. I reach between them and start making my way down the buttons of Ben’s shirt.
Finally, every scrap of clothing shed, Nick instructs Ben to lie down. When he does, Nick kneels between his legs and wraps his lips around the head of Ben’s cock.
“Oh, fuck!” Ben’s eyes screw shut and he groans.
My pussy is practically throbbing with desire, and as I watch the two of them fooling around, I slide a hand between my thighs and stroke my clit.
But when Ben opens his eyes and sees this, he beckons me over with a finger. I crawl across the bed and kiss him. “I saw you touching yourself,” he murmurs, “It’s turning you on to watch another man suck my dick, isn’t it?”
“So much,” I whisper, my voice laced with desire.
“Let me help you with that,” he says, “Nick gave me a taste of that pussy of yours in the car, but I want more.”
“Like this?” I ask him nervously, indicating his position.
He nods. “Have a seat,” he teases, using his hand to gesture to his whole face.
Carefully, I straddle his face, and immediately, his tongue delves between my folds. “Oh, fuck” I gasp, a shock of white-hot pleasure slicing through me.
Every stroke of his tongue sends me higher and higher, his breath hot against my sensitive flesh. His tongue flits out against my clit and I moan. “Right there, Ben!” I cry, “Do that again!”
Ben’s tongue makes lazy circles around and over the delicate little bud, wringing mewling cries of pleasure from me. Heat blooms in my lower abdomen and I know I’m close. “Don’t stop,” I beg, “Oh, fuck, Ben, I’m gonna cum, I-“ my stream of blissed-out babbling is cut off by a scream of ecstasy as my climax rocks me to my core.
I ride out my orgasm on Ben’s face until finally, I come down and slide off of him, my whole body trembling from the release.
As I’m still trying to catch my breath, I hear Ben and Nick shuffling around, repositioning, and when I come to enough to open my eyes, I see that they’ve switched places, with Nick on his back now.
Ben is rolling a condom down over Nick’s shaft. His own is already sheathed in latex, and once he’s done with Nick, I see him reach for a bottle of lube.
I can’t help myself; even after the Earth-shattering orgasm, I can’t resist the desire to touch myself while I watch Ben lubing and prepping Nick’s ass for his cock. I know how good Ben’s hands feel, so to see the expressions of rapture and hear the groans of bliss rolling from Nick’s throat, it’s almost like I can feel that pleasure, myself.
“You ready?” Ben asks finally, and Nick nods.
Lathering his cock in a coating of the slick liquid for good measure, I watch in anticipation as he positions himself to slide into Nick’s ass.
He makes the long, slow slide into the other man and Nick’s eyes roll back. “Fuck, you feel amazing,” he groans.
“Oh, just wait,” Ben says with a smug smirk I’ve never seen on him before, “Summer?”
I take the hint and hitch my hip over Nick’s, straddling him, with Ben behind me. The position takes a moment of adjustment to work, but I can feel Nick’s throbbing erection between my thighs, just waiting to sink deep inside me.
I reach down and grip his cock, giving it a few strokes that draw a deep groan from him. I feel another hand over mine and Ben positions the tip of Nick’s dick at my entrance. I slide down on him, a little whoosh of breath escaping me. “Oh, fuck,” Nick grips my hips hard and gives an upward thrust, driving his massive tool into me deeper.
I feel Ben moving behind me, pounding Nick’s ass, and I can feel it mirrored in every thrust Nick makes as the three of us fall into sync.
Ben reaches around me and plays with my nipples, and that little touch is all it takes to send my spiraling ag
ain, my pussy constricting hard around Nick’s cock as another climax shakes me.
Nick grips the back of my neck and yanks me down to him, kissing me and pushing his tongue past the seal of my lips.
All the while, I can hear the little grunts and groans of pleasure he can’t contain as my boyfriend fucks him and he fucks me, a circle of spiraling pleasure that I never want to stop.
And Ben’s ragged breathing and occasional grunts tell me that he’s having just as good a time as I am.
I lose myself in the pleasure, forgetting everything but the most stripped-down carnal desires of my body and reaching for release again and again as I ride Nick’s cock. One orgasm blurs into another and I lose track of how many times I actually cum.
The bucking of Nick’s hips picks up speed suddenly, losing rhythm, and I can feel the strain in his body as the beginnings of his orgasm overtake him. He lets out a hoarse cry, his fingers digging hard into my hips and using his hold to bring me down harder and harder on his cock.
A fresh climax washes over me and my pussy clamps down around his throbbing length as he pours his release into the condom between us.
A few thrusts later, I hear the familiar grunts signifying Ben’s orgasm approaching, and with one rough, final thrust, “Holy fuck!” he cries, gasping for breath as he cums.
Slowly, with shaking limbs, the three of us disentangle and the guys remove and toss their condoms in the trash before collapsing in the bed beside me, all three of us panting and lightly coated in sweat.
In the long silence that follows, I feel like someone should say something, but honestly, right now my brain can’t process any thought deeper than “Wow.”
Chapter Six
Nick
Waking up is jarring. I was hardly paying attention to the bedroom the night before, so now, in the light of day, I don’t exactly recognize it. So at first, I’m incredibly startled until my brain registers the weight of Ben’s arm thrown across my chest.
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