Carter squeezes my breasts again, his fingers grazing over my erect nipples. Dominic trails slow, deliberately teasing kisses over my neck, his breath hot against my skin. I tug them closer. “Don’t make me wait.”
Dominic chuckles darkly. “You’re always in such a hurry, baby. Where’s the fun in that?” He quirks an eyebrow and I can’t decide if I want to throw something at him, or if I want to smother him in kisses.
Lust has scrambled my mind.
Their lips tease and nibble. They stroke my skin, running their hands all over my body. They pause on my knees, and my legs fall open in invitation, an invitation they somehow manage to resist, damn them. They inch over bare thighs, whispering close to my heated pussy. I bite down on my lower lip, my nails digging into the seat of the couch. They cup my breasts, kneading and squeezing and bending their heads down to suck on my nipples. The sensations are keen and sharp, and pleasure shudders through me.
“Take off your clothes,” I demand. “This is ridiculous. I’m almost naked again, and you guys are fully clothed, and this is starting to be a pattern.”
Carter chuckles, low and soft. I glare at him. “One of these days, we’re going to make love. I’m going to stay fully clothed, and you’re both going to be naked for me.” I’ll stroke their cocks, slowly, steady, teasing them as badly as they’re teasing me. And they’ll tell me to take off my blouse, and I’ll laugh at them. Then I’ll slip off my panties from under my skirt. I’ll straddle one of them—
Dominic’s fingers squeeze my engorged nipple. “Is that so?” Heat flares in his eyes. “I think I like the sound of that.”
“Please,” I scoff, my voice breathless. I can’t think; I can’t form words. They’ve switched up. Carter’s lips roam over me while Dominic plays with my breasts. His fingers. Oh my God, his talented, talented fingers. “You’re too much of a control freak to let that happen.”
A smile ghosts over his lips. “I didn’t hear you complain,” he whispers, his voice a delicious mixture of sin and promised pleasure. “You liked it, if I remember correctly.” He plucks my aching nipple, and then sucks it between his teeth, and all thought flees my brain. I bury my fingers in his hair and let the sensation wash over me like a tidal wave.
Carter’s hand rests on my thigh, then his fingers glide upward. “Your skin feels like warm velvet, Gabby,” he rasps. He strokes me through my panties, and I whimper out loud, tightening my grip on Dominic’s hair. Shivers race down my spine. Goosebumps break out on my skin. Oh God. Their teasing. Their slow, deliberate teasing is going to be the death of me. If Carter touches me once again, if his fingers graze over my clit once more, I will die. I will shatter into a million pieces. Death by orgasm.
“You like that.” Carter’s voice is drenched in masculine satisfaction. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Gabriella. So fucking perfect.” His fingers ghost over my clit. They hover there, almost making contact but not quite. “I want to watch you fall apart. I want to see your face when you come.”
Fuck pride; I’m aching. So close. So very, very close. I’m ready to hump him. I wriggle my body forward, trying to get closer to his hand, and he pulls away, shooting me a teasing smile as he denies me.
Oh, that’s how we’re playing it?
I don’t think so.
Time to get even.
I close my fingers over their erections. My left hand strokes Dominic’s impressive bulge, my right hand rubs Carter’s rock-hard cock over his trousers. Two sets of deep groans reward my move. “Gabby,” Dominic breathes into my neck. “Oh fuck, yes.”
My grip on their cocks tighten. They react in unison. “Fuck,” Carter rasps. “You are going to be the death of me, sweetness.” He pushes my panties to one side, then his fingers are on my bare skin, on the soft folds of my pussy, on my swollen, sensitive clit.
And I am lost. I grip their cocks, throw my head back on the couch, my muscles tensing, tightening. My toes curl, my breathing quickens. Someone’s moaning, a high-pitched, keening sound. Wait, that’s me. Carter’s fingers circle my clit. Dominic rolls my nipples between his fingers. My thoughts dissolve into nothing. The only thing left are my senses. The warmth from their bodies. The cool air conditioning. My overheated nerve endings. My orgasm crashes into me with the force of a tornado.
It takes me a long time to come back to reality. When I do, I find I’m still gripping two very thick erections. Carter and Dominic are still clothed, which is a state of affairs that needs to be remedied, immediately. “Take off your clothes,” I murmur, and then, not waiting for them to listen, I do it myself, unzipping Carter’s fly, pushing his briefs out of the way so I can get my hands on his hard, velvet-steel shaft. “Both of you.”
Dominic quirks an eyebrow. “You’re bossy this evening, sweetheart,” he says silkily.
I close my hand over Carter’s hard cock and pump his length up and down. A tremor of need wracks him, a response to my touch. Dominic surveys me, his gaze heated. “You can either watch from the sidelines,” I tell him slyly. “Or you can join in.”
“When you put it that way…” He smirks at me. “Bad girl. Remind me to spank you later.”
He unbuckles his belt, pulls it free of the loops. Drops it to the floor. Kicks off his shoes and removes his socks. Undoes his cuffs.
My throat goes dry. It’s sensory overload. Carter’s cock twitches in my hands. A drop of precum beads at the tip. I want to lick that drop, bend over him, and take him in my mouth. I want to watch Dominic take off his clothes. It’s impossible to choose, and so I do both. I swirl my tongue over the head of Carter’s cock, just for an instant, and then I transfer my attention to Dominic.
He’s lost his pants. His cock jumps out, hard, ready, and eager. Once again, I want to pinch myself. I can’t believe this is my life. I get to sleep with two incredibly hot guys. More than that, I get to date two nice, decent, good men.
Friday night, they’d fucked me so very thoroughly. I was blissfully under slept and pleasantly sore all of Saturday. I want that again. I want to feel their thick cocks slide into me. Stretching me. Pounding into me. I need Dominic and Carter.
Dominic settles back down on the couch, now naked. Carter eases my fingers away from his cock. He gets to his feet and strips with hasty efficiency. Then we’re at it again, bodies touching.
The sound of heavy breathing fills the air, interspersed with moans. “So good,” Carter grits out, leaning forward to kiss me on my bare shoulder, a touch that causes fresh goosebumps to rise on my skin. “So very good.”
He keeps kissing me. His tongue laves my earlobe, and I arch into him as sensation floods my body. “Carter,” I whimper helplessly. Dominic, not to be outdone, finds my clitoris with unerring accuracy. His finger rubs at that bundle of nerves. “Fuck…”
Hands everywhere. Exploring my pussy, cupping my breasts, stroking me till I stretch and purr like a kitten. Mouths kissing my lips, my shoulders, my neck. Stubble rasping at skin, sending need prickling through me, a restless need that coils tighter and tighter as Dominic teases my sex. I’ve come once, and it’s blunted the urgency of my desire, but I still want them inside me. “Condom,” I gasp. “Now.”
“So impatient, sweetness.” Dominic curls a hand around my neck and pushes my head back on the couch. “Get up, then. Put your hands on the back of the couch. Bend over.”
Yes! Anticipation surges through me. I obey eagerly. A set of hands tugs at my panties. I squirm out of them. “It’s about time.” Naked at last. I can’t wait.
Dominic swats my ass. I yelp in surprise and then start to giggle. I love getting spanked. The sharp sting is fading already, but it has ignited a blaze in me. “Do that again, please?”
“Gladly, baby.”
I brace myself for another slap, but instead, I feel the itch of his stubble against my globes as he presses a warm kiss on my skin. Then he spanks me.
Something shifts in the air. The time for foreplay is over; a sense of urgency propels us forward. Dominic and Carter’s fin
gers run over my slick pussy, over my tight asshole. Their gazes are heated and appreciative. They’re looking at me as if I’m a feast to be devoured. This is so surreal. Their cocks are steel-hard with desire, and I still can’t quite believe that this is real.
Then Carter pushes a finger into my heat. “So tight,” he growls. Dominic gives me a wicked grin and adds a finger as well, and I almost jump off the couch in shock.
Both of them are finger-fucking me.
Oh fuck, that’s so naughty. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. A stream of garbled words pours out of my mouth, a mixture of Portuguese and English, mingled prayers and curses and babbled nonsense. Their gazes capture mine, and my mouth goes dry. I look down and see their hands touching as their fingers move inside me, and it’s so unbelievably erotic. I tighten my muscles and my pussy clamps down on their fingers, and they groan, and it’s insanely hot. Another orgasm starts to build inside me. I’m trembling. I’m so close. My insides start to spasm. I’m going to—
They pull their fingers out. “Lie down,” Dominic orders. Carter gets to his feet, his erect cock bobbing near my face, his intent obvious. I twist on my side and take his length into my mouth.
Dominic rolls a condom over his erection. He spreads my legs and positions himself at my entrance. “Yes?”
“Yes,” I moan around Carter’s cock.
Dominic shoves into me.
This moment when both of them fill me—I don’t think I have words to describe it. The closest thing is the rush of adrenaline that hits me when I’m holding a killer hand, but it’s so much more than that. It’s deeper. More. So much more.
A haze of pleasure descends over me. Carter’s cock jerks in my mouth as I focus on my rhythm, bobbing my head up and down on his rock-hard length. Dominic pumps in and out of me, his fingers stroking my clit at the same time. Tendrils of lust multiply until everything feeds the flame.
I double-down, my fingers curving around the base of Carter’s shaft, moving up and down on it. Unbelievably, he gets even harder. “Fuck,” he groans, his eyes clenched shut. “Gabby.”
We are all adults with reasonably broad vocabularies, though you’d never know it listening to us now. Desire has warped our brains. All that’s left are moans and curses, prayers and pleasure.
“So good,” Dominic breathes. His pace quickens, the thrusts get harder. Deeper. He’s almost bottoming out in me, and I welcome the shock of pain, digging my fingers into Carter’s ass, moaning my pleasure into his cock. “I can’t hold on.”
I want them to lose control. I want them to unravel, and I want them to fall apart. Because of me.
Dominic grips my hips as he pounds into me. My mouth bobs faster over Carter’s cock. The rhythm is quicker now, more uncontrolled. I can feel it. I’m so close.
“Yes,” Dominic urges. “Come for me, Gabby.” His thumb grinds into my clitoris and his thrusts get frantic, and that’s all it takes. I convulse, flail and shudder, and I explode, muscles clenching and quivering around Dominic’s steel length.
He’s right with me. He gasps his own climax even as I’m still lost in mine. Carter isn’t too far behind. His grip on my hair tightens. “Not going to last,” he rasps. “If you don’t want to swallow—”
I appreciate the warning, but it’s not necessary. “Don’t stop.”
He doesn’t. He comes hard, and I swallow every drop.
That was amazing.
We all slump on the couch, exhausted from the tidal wave of desire that swept over us. I’m limp and satiated, and I feel like I’m glowing all over. There’s really nothing quite as amazing as good sex. And this wasn’t good sex—this was great sex. Fantastic, toe-curling, want-to-do-it-again sex.
Speaking of doing it again, although it felt like they teased me forever, it’s only a quarter to seven. I’ll need thirty minutes to get ready for dinner, tops. We still have another forty-five minutes.
“Again?” Carter reads my mind. “And this time, in the bedroom?”
What a good idea. He sweeps me into his arms, and I rest my cheek against his broad, muscled chest. He carries me to the bedroom, where he sets me down gently on the bed, and the two of them get ready to take me all over again.
28
Dominic
Allison, the hostess at the entrance of Dalian, recognizes me. “Your table is ready, Mr. Crawford. Please follow me.”
“Must be nice,” Gabby quips under her breath.
“It has its perks,” I agree. We reach our table and I dismiss the hostess with a smile of thanks. Pulling her chair out, I wait for Gabby to sit before taking my place opposite her.
Carter takes a seat to her right. His eyes scan the restaurant. “It’s busy tonight.”
That’s an understatement. The restaurant is packed. I recognize three Oscar-nominated directors, a Hollywood power couple, two Senators, and that’s in a cursory sweep. We were lucky to hire Chef Jie. We paid her a fortune to lure her from her Michelin-starred restaurant in Chicago a bid to establish Atlantic City as a culinary destination that will give Vegas a run for its money. As tonight demonstrates, the gamble has paid off.
Gabby looks around too, and her mouth falls open. “Is that—” She shakes her head. “Wow. You should have warned me what a big deal this was. I would have spent an hour on my makeup and hair.”
Carter grins. “Given what we spent our time on instead, I’m glad he didn’t.”
She laughs. “Fair enough. I can’t complain either. I’m not too under-dressed, am I?”
She’s wearing a sleeveless floaty blue dress with giant abstract flowers on it. Her hair hangs in loose waves down her shoulders. “You look beautiful,” I tell her honestly. “Like a summer day brought to life. Warm and sunny and perfect.”
“You’re secretly a poet.” She beams at me. “Who knew?”
I smile back at her, a sense of well-being filling me. Gabriella wants to date us. She can work remotely, which means she’ll be able to spend a lot of time in Atlantic City. Carter is finally working through his issues with Ed. Their first mediation meeting wasn’t exactly smooth sailing, but they both had agreed to another session, which is what matters. Things are looking pretty damn good.
The waiter comes over with a wine list. “Good evening, Mr. Crawford.”
“How are you, Jamal?” The Grand River employs a lot of people, but, like my parents before me, I try hard to remember their names. Jamal’s wife gave birth to twins nine months ago, I think. Gloria, who heads up Human Resources, sent them a gift basket of some kind. I’m fairly sure I signed a card. “How are the babies?”
“They’re finally sleeping through the night. It’s a relief.” He nods at Carter. “Our sommelier has prepared a wine pairing for the tasting menu, but if you prefer something else?”
I give Gabriella a questioning look. “I’ll do the wine pairing, please,” she responds.
“Me too,” Carter says.
“That’s what we’ll do.” I hand the wine list back to Jamal. “Thank you.”
Once we’re alone, Gabby rubs her palms together. “I’m starving,” she says. “I could eat a horse.”
“Horses aren’t on the menu,” Carter quips. “But you’re in for a treat. Jessie brought up samples for the staff as she developed the menu.” He shakes his head in appreciation. “I never realized how little I knew about Chinese food.”
“We’re not eating kung pao chicken then?” Her face lights up with anticipation. “I can’t wait.” She sits up. “Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. Something weird happened. Vittoria Vitale called me on Saturday and invited me to brunch.”
“Mitchell’s wife?” Carter’s tone sharpens. “Why?”
“I think she was just being friendly. She sounded a little lonely.”
“Interesting.” His eyes are narrowed. “I’ll look into it.”
Our first course arrives just then on three small plates. “Yellow croaker fish dumpling with leeks,” Jamal announces. “Paired with the Bisol Cartizze Prosecco.”
Gabby pops the dumping into her mouth. Her eyes go wide. She chews, a blissed -out expression on her face, and then takes a sip of Prosecco. “Oh wow,” she says. “That was so good. I could eat two dozen of those dumplings.”
“It’s a fifteen-course menu.” I lace her fingers in mine and kiss the tips. “You won’t go hungry.”
“You haven’t seen me eat.” She looks behind me, and her smile vanishes. “Oh crap. It’s Leo Norris. Ugh. Incoming asshole alert.”
A man walks up to our table. Correction: he stumbles up to our table. His hip hits the edge, and I grab my wine glass before it tips over. “Gabriella,” he slurs. “A sight for sore eyes.”
“Leo,” she says, her voice flat. “What a surprise seeing you here.”
She doesn’t like this guy. Her smile is pleasant and fake, and her eyes are guarded. I might not know everything about Gabby, but I’ve seen her relaxed and happy. This isn’t it.
He bends down to kiss her on her cheeks, holding her just a little too close for a little too long. He’s definitely drunk—his eyes are bleary, and his breath reeks of booze. She stiffens and disentangles herself from his octopus-like grip. I straighten my shoulders and tighten my grip on the wine glass, fighting to keep my cool. Tempted as I am to punch the guy in the face, I doubt that Gabriella would appreciate the very public scene. It doesn’t seem her style.
Who’s this guy? He sounds British. Is this someone Gabby used to know in London? An ex, maybe?
Carter’s expression ices over. He leans back in his chair and puts his hand over Gabriella’s.
It’s a claiming gesture, one Leo does not miss. “Who are your friends?” He leers down her top, his eyes glued to the swell of her breasts. “Aren’t you going to introduce me?”
It’s all I can do not to punch him in his face. I grit my teeth. “My name is Dominic Crawford. And you are?”
“Leo Norris.” He says it as if I’m supposed to recognize him. My expression stays blank, and his face sours. “I play soccer.”
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