by Kat Mizera
“You’re too important to me for us to have gotten caught up in the romance of the wedding,” she said, ignoring Josh. “And I know you, Tore. You change girlfriends like underwear, and I couldn’t stand to be your next conquest in a long line of conquests.”
“You think I’d do that with you?” I demanded, throwing up my hands. “Really?”
“Apparently, she does.” Josh took a sip of his drink, watching the two of us in obvious amusement.
Part of me wanted to tell him to fuck off and give us a minute. Another part of me wanted to laugh, because his wry commentary was pretty funny.
“How the hell would I know?” Margot asked. “You went from zero to sixty without any warning.”
“If you think sixty is nothing but kissing,” I scowled, “you’re in for a hell of a night.”
Margot pursed her lips. “Why are you so damn frustrating? I don’t understand why you kissed me at all when—”
Oh, hell, this was going nowhere fast. I’d wanted to do this since the last time we’d had this argument, but this time I had a feeling she wouldn’t stop me. So I leaned down and kissed her. I wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her up against me, fastening my mouth to hers. She stiffened for a moment, but then almost wilted against me, her tongue meeting mine with undisguised need. Maybe she was mad, maybe she was horny, or maybe she was as tired as I was of fighting. Because the kiss we’d shared before had been hella good. This one was shaping up to be even better.
Just when my cock sprang into action, Josh’s face appeared in my peripheral vision, barely an inch from ours. “Excuse me… Have you two made up? Because I want to dance—with both of you.”
Margot’s eyes were a little glassy as we pulled apart, but she reached out a hand without breaking my gaze and the bartender somehow knew to put her drink in it. “I think a kiss like that qualifies as making up.”
Josh nodded and slapped a twenty-dollar bill on the bar, looking at the bartender. “Can you get the DJ to play Prince’s ‘Erotic City’?”
3
Margot
Three champagne cocktails later, I didn’t even remember what Tore and I had been fighting about. As we’d been standing there at the bar arguing, something Jamie had said to me in the hallway outside his office came back to me and suddenly I was tired of this game we’d been playing.
“If you keep depriving yourself of all of life’s pleasures, are you really living?” he’d asked me. “And I’m not just talking about sex. Trust me when I tell you, depriving yourself of the things you really want just leaves you feeling empty inside.” He’d kissed my forehead and left me there to decide.
So when Tore chose that moment at the bar to kiss me, I’d realized of all the things I’d deprived myself of since my daughter, Gracie, was born, Tore was the one I wanted most. And I was finally getting my chance. Well, I’d had a chance two months ago, but I’d panicked and blown it. Now I had another one and I wasn’t about to mess it up. I refused to think about the fact that it was Fantasy Night bringing us together, or that there was going to be someone else with us. All I knew was that I could touch him—and let him touch me—without guilt or repercussions. Tonight was a free pass for any damn thing I wanted to do, so I was absolutely going to do them.
The champagne was doing a good job of lowering my inhibitions, and I wasn’t nearly as nervous anymore, but I didn’t know what I was supposed to do first. Should I just announce it was time to go up to our private suite and screw? That didn’t sound sexy at all and this was supposed to be my sexual fantasy. For me, the sexiest thing ever.
“You think too much,” Josh said, spinning me around and rocking against me as if he’d read my mind. Tore had gone to get us more drinks and Tone Loc’s “Wild Thing” was playing.
“I love this song,” I said, swinging my hips. Josh pressed his groin to mine and moved with me, and we lost ourselves in the rhythm. It shouldn’t have, but it surprised me to feel his erection growing as we danced. I wouldn’t have thought I could turn on a guy who wasn’t into women, but I would have been wrong.
“I’m going to kiss you, Margot,” he whispered, lowering his head. His lips were firm but soft, capturing mine with gentle precision. He toyed with me for a while, keeping his mouth closed, until he finally slid his tongue against mine. I’d never kissed two different guys on the same night, but I didn’t care at this point. Josh was smart and funny and sexy. He wasn’t pushy or overbearing, letting Tore and me work things out between us before slowly inserting himself into our dynamic. And now he was kissing me, all erotic and sensual.
“Getting started without me?” Tore asked, sliding an arm around each of us.
I watched as Josh turned and tilted his head, kissing Tore the way he’d just been kissing me. And it was so fucking hot I couldn’t take my eyes off of them. I must have made a sound, something, because they broke apart and both looked at me.
“Your turn,” Josh told Tore.
Tore kissed me, and then it was a free-for-all, the three of us taking turns, kissing, touching, dancing, our bodies fluid and loose, becoming one with the music and each other. Alcohol probably played a part in it, but I was well aware of what I was doing—and who I was doing it with. The alcohol just allowed me to do it without dying of embarrassment.
When Nine Inch Nails’ “Closer” came on, I groaned. As far as I was concerned, that was one of the sexiest songs ever written, and Tore and Josh must have agreed with me because everything turned up a notch. Tore slid a hand under the incredibly short skirt of my little black dress, palming my ass as we kissed, softly singing the chorus to me. The lyrics were hot and dirty and exactly the kind of prelude I needed for what was to come.
I wasn’t nervous anymore, just torn between the desire to continue what we were doing and moving the party up to the private room we had waiting for us.
“I’m going to get a bottle of champagne and we’re going upstairs,” Josh said, taking the decision out of my hands.
Tore and I continued to dance until Josh came back, holding the bottle of champagne in one hand and grabbing Tore’s hand with the other. Tore used his other hand to grab one of mine and the three of us headed to the elevator. We stumbled inside, Josh put an arm around each of us, and I told him which room was ours when we arrived on the second floor. He’d become the unofficial ringleader tonight and that was fine with me. I had no desire to be in charge, and Tore seemed content with the dynamic we had going.
I unlocked the door with the key card Jamie had given me, and we went inside. It was pleasantly cool, but not cold, and I took a moment to look around. The lights were dim, and several candles had been lit. There was a spectacularly big bed, a nightstand I’d been told had everything we might need for the evening—condoms, lube, etc.—and against one wall, a table surrounded by several recliners. There was a mini refrigerator that supposedly had plenty of water, and the door on the far end of the room led to a bathroom. That was it.
“Okay, I won’t lie,” Josh said, taking a pull from the champagne bottle. “I’m dying to see both of you naked. I don’t have a lot of experience with boobs or vaginas, but I’m guessing Tore can guide me.”
“You ever gone down on a woman?” Tore asked, his eyes twinkling.
Josh rolled his eyes. “Dude. No. No vaginas. No boobs. Ever.”
“Well, I guess you’re about to have your first lesson.” Tore patted me on the behind. “Take off your dress and get on the bed, beautiful. You’re about to come so hard your heart might not be able to take it.”
“Panties.” Josh held out his hand to me, and I tugged off my dress.
I arched a brow, pausing. “How come?”
“Probably my one and only souvenir like this.”
I opened my mouth to protest but then I laughed. I slid them down, stepped out of them and handed them to him. He put them in his pocket with a smile.
Tore gave me a little nudge toward the bed and I scooted back, but he grabbed my legs.
“Don’t go anywhere,”
he said. “Right here on the edge.”
I was equal parts nervous and excited. It had been years since anyone had performed oral sex on me, and now two guys were going to do it. I probably would have died of embarrassment at being naked on a bed with a plug in my ass and two guys staring at my private parts, but Tore didn’t give me time to think about it. He dropped to his knees and slid his tongue along my slit, leaving me breathless. As I’d suspected, he knew what he was doing, and it only took about thirty seconds for me to forget everything but the warm, sexy feeling between my legs. He was an expert, his lips and tongue working me into a frenzy. Maybe it was because I’d been without for so long, but I couldn’t stop the orgasm that shot through me and I cried out, both ecstatic that I’d had an orgasm and mortified that it happened before Josh got his turn.
“Hey, no fair,” Josh was protesting. “I was supposed to do that.”
“Oh, don’t worry,” Tore said, grinning. “She’s going to come so many times tonight; you’ll get your chance.”
“It’s been a while,” I murmured.
“Uh-huh.” Tore crawled over me, his broad shoulders blocking Josh from my view. “But you might need a spanking for getting off so fast.”
I licked my lips, staring up into his handsome face. How many times had I imagined what it would be like to be naked with him? And now I’d ruined it by finishing way too quickly. I probably did deserve a spanking. Well, I wanted to find out what that was like, if nothing else.
“I’ve never done that,” I said quietly.
“I know.” He pressed his lips to mine. “Don’t worry—no bruises, nothing beyond your comfort level.”
He looked over his shoulder at Josh. “Go sit in the chaise over there—you’re the one who’s going to spank her.”
“Works for me.” He padded across the room and I took a moment to admire his tight, firm ass. I didn’t know what he did for a living, but he had a smokin’ hot body.
Tore tugged me off the bed and walked me over to where Josh was waiting. I was a little nervous again, but it would be okay. I kept telling myself that so I didn’t chicken out, but I’d already had one amazing orgasm and I was hoping there were more in my future.
Tore nudged me until I was face down, lying over Josh’s lap, and I breathed in deeply through my nose. This was going to hurt, right? That was probably the point. But I wasn’t sure about the level of pain and if that would somehow make me less— “Ow!” I let out a little shriek as Josh’s hand came down on one of my ass cheeks. He rubbed his hand over the spot and then immediately smacked the other side.
“How many times?” he asked Tore.
“Twenty,” Tore responded. “Just not too hard. She’s new at this.”
Okay, this wasn’t so bad. I could do this.
“That plug is hot,” Tore said softly, fingering it. “I can’t wait until I have my cock in her ass.”
Smack!
It was hard to concentrate on what he was saying with the pain stinging my ass, but the thought of Tore being inside of me, in there, turned me on.
Someone’s finger slid between my legs and I moaned.
“She’s wet again,” Tore said. “Do it a little harder.”
Smack!
God, I was going to come again. Between the spanking and Tore’s finger inside of me, I was on the brink, which made no sense. Except it did because this was my fantasy and it was turning out to be so much better than anything I’d imagined.
The twentieth swat to my ass had me so close to an orgasm that I moaned in dismay when Tore scooped me up. He put me back on the bed, right on the edge again, and then his mouth was on me, doing those same wicked things he’d done a few minutes ago.
“You’re not to come until Josh is doing this,” he said. “If you do, your next spanking will be with a paddle.”
My stomach clenched with a weird combination of fear and excitement, and I arched against his face. Josh was kneeling beside him now, watching intently.
“Your turn,” Tore told him.
Josh’s mouth was tentative at first, but with Tore’s coaching, it only took him a minute or two to find the rhythm that made me squirm.
“Put your tongue inside of her,” Tore told him. “And then pinch her clit with your fingers.”
I didn’t know if Josh did what Tore told him to do or not, but my whole world splintered into a thousand sexy pieces. I screamed, alternately trying to get closer and move away from Josh’s mouth as my body bucked and jerked. I’d never come so hard in my life.
4
Tore
Fuck, this was hot. Margot was so damn responsive, and even watching Josh get her off had me hard as granite. I wanted to kiss him while I fucked her because he was hot too. I’d long since stopped worrying about my sexual proclivities and tonight I was getting to live out my wildest fantasy. I probably wouldn’t go any further than a blow job, but right now I was down for almost anything.
Josh seemed equal parts turned on and proud of himself, so I rewarded him with a kiss, licking Margot’s taste off his lips. She didn’t move as he and I kissed, but I heard her intake of breath as she watched us, and I figured she’d be ready to go again soon.
“Is it time to reciprocate?” she whispered when Josh and I pulled apart. She sat up, reaching out to Josh and pulling him closer. Before he could say anything, she had him in her mouth, sucking him deep. He was thick and hard, gliding in and out of her mouth, and it was sexy as fuck. So much so, I needed a taste too. I leaned over and nudged her hand out of the way, giving me room to lick the underside of his shaft while she continued to suck the tip. Josh dug his fingers into our hair, holding us close as we worked him in tandem.
She moved away and I put my mouth where hers had been. I’d never done this before and wasn’t sure how I felt about it, but in the moment, it felt like nothing but sexy fun. He groaned when I sucked him deep into my mouth, and I figured I’d give this my best shot because it might be the only time I ever did it. I took him as deep as I could, getting new appreciation for women who did this, but like everything else tonight, all it did was turn me on. I’d fantasized about this a million times, wondering what it was like since I loved being on the receiving end, and the reality freaked me out a little. It was hot and sensual and wild, but for the first time in my adult life, I was unsure of myself.
Was I doing it right? Was it what it was supposed to be? Was Margot better at it?
“God, that’s beautiful,” Josh moaned.
I glanced up and the look of pleasure in his eyes made me forget everything else. He still had his fingers in my hair, and in Margot’s as well, staring down at us as if we were literally his fantasy. Which turned me on all over again. Since I had no plans to do something like this again, I was going to make the most of it. I closed my eyes and pulled him deeper into my mouth. Everything about this was foreign but also everything I’d hoped it would be.
Margot was sucking one of Josh’s balls and I recognized the signs that he was on the verge of coming. So I sucked harder, taking him as deep as I could, and sure enough, he shot off into my mouth. Damn, was I that good or was it beginner’s luck? I almost laughed but managed a smirk as I looked up again.
“How is it I’m the only one who hasn’t gotten off yet?” I asked, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
Josh grinned and reached into the bedside table for lube and…a glove? Oh Jesus, I knew what this meant, and I wasn’t sure I was ready.
“Well, that’s about to change,” Josh said. “Margot’s going to suck your dick while I massage your prostate.”
“Fuck yeah.” I’d experienced ass play with women, so it wasn’t new, but doing it with a guy was.
Margot had me in her mouth before I had a chance to think about anything else, and Josh was beside her. They alternated sucking my cock just like she and I had done to him, except he had his finger in my ass now, and the sensations zipping through me were un-fucking-believable. I wasn’t going to last long at all. Between the pres
sure of Margot’s soft little mouth and the things Josh was doing with his finger, I had the stamina of a thirteen-year-old. I held on as long as I could, but it felt so good I came embarrassingly fast.
“That’s fucking hot,” Josh said, his eyes lustful and glazed as he watched me.
“Yeah, it is.” I nudged them both onto the bed and put Margot between us. I wasn’t embarrassed, but maybe a touch overwhelmed. I was pretty adventurous sexually, but fulfilling this particular fantasy was heady stuff, so I focused on Margot. I brushed her hair out of her face and kissed her, taking deep, erotic pulls of her tongue until Josh pushed me out of the way and took over. We did that for a few minutes, and I reached out to cup one of her full, round breasts. I ran my thumb over the nipple, loving how it hardened under my touch, and Josh mimicked my movements. Now it was his turn to be overwhelmed, which was equal parts sexy and fun to watch.
Margot squirmed between us, reaching out to stroke both of our cocks.
“You’re so ready to be fucked, aren’t you, baby?” I whispered.
She licked her lips, looking from one of us to the other as she nodded.
“Hands and knees,” I whispered to her. She got into position quickly and Josh lay on his back so he could continue kissing her. I slowly took out the plug she’d been wearing and was glad to see Jamie had given her a big one. Hopefully, that would make what I was about to do easier. Not all women liked anal, but I really wanted Margot to because it wasn’t any fun for me if the woman wasn’t enjoying herself. Especially since Josh was going to do her at the same time.
I poured a decent amount of lube between the cheeks of her ass and rubbed it in before sheathing myself with a condom.
“You ready?” I whispered, running my hand down her back.
“Yes.” Her voice was a muffled whisper, and I motioned to Josh to keep kissing her.
I put the head of my cock at her tight little hole and pushed, slowly but firmly. She clenched at first, but I reached down and found her clit, circling it slowly, and as soon as I did that, she relaxed. I pushed inside of her, just the tip at first, and then a little more. To my surprise, she pushed back against me, and I followed her lead, getting deeper and deeper until I was all the way inside of her.
