He was going to enjoy himself tonight.
When she stood back up, she had a vase in her hands and she placed the roses and greenery inside the vase before adding water. “Bri…you should see what your boyfriend brought us.”
Boyfriend? Goddamn, this was getting better by the moment. Until…
“He’s not my fucking boyfriend, Monie.”
Moanie? Had he heard that right? He took a deep breath. Chill, champ. Besides, Brina just shot you down.
“Ignore her. I’d blame her bitchy mood on her period, only she didn’t get it yet. She’s a real cunt the entire week before that.” Nick had no clue what to say and got the idea that he’d be in huge trouble if he commented, so he kept his trap shut. “What else ya got there, handsome?”
Okay, yeah. Tonight was going to be fucking epic. This chick might not have been into his gender, but she managed to make him feel pretty damn good just the same. He grinned and wrapped his hand around the neck of the bottle. “Wine.”
“Oh, and the good stuff.” She raised her voice again. “I think he’s a keeper, doll!”
A keeper? Like he could fuck both these women whenever he felt like? Holy shit. A dream. “Do you have a corkscrew?”
“I do…but it looks like you have something else in the bag. What is it?” She licked her dark red lips and then bit down on the bottom one. Nick was surprised he hadn’t popped a huge boner yet. This woman was doing every fucking thing right. It was then that he noticed that she had dark brown eyes, and they were beautiful.
He could see why Brina was proud to call this woman her girlfriend. He was going to say something to that effect when he noticed her standing there impatiently, holding the corkscrew in her hand but looking at the bag in his, and she cocked an eyebrow just like Sabrina often did when she was growing irritated.
He blinked twice. “Oh, yeah.” He pulled the jar out of the bag. “Just a little something for later.”
She grinned, twisting the corkscrew into the top of the bottle. “You naughty boy, you. I love chocolate.”
“I thought all women did.”
“Smart women do.”
He heard a snappy click-click of a steady gait in the hallway, approaching the kitchen area. He knew it had to be Sabrina, but he didn’t know that he’d ever heard her walk with that kind of sharp pace before. Of course, he’d only ever seen her wear combat boots and sneakers in the past. He tried to picture in his mind what kind of heels she’d wear, and no matter what image flashed in his head, it was hot.
Sabrina was hot.
So was her girlfriend.
Holy shit, was he in for a hell of a night.
Chapter Ten
NICK KEPT HIS eyes focused on cute little Monica. She was pulling up on the corkscrew, and he would offer his assistance if it came to that, but he didn’t want to insult her. He also would have offered to get glasses, but he didn’t want to budge, because he knew Sabrina was right around the corner.
Sexy Sabrina…aka Sinna. Maybe tonight he’d get to find out why she liked to call herself that.
Monica’s cheeks were round and full, pushed up because of her smile, and they mirrored her breasts perfectly. She was tiny all over, but she wore some kind of push-up bra underneath the teddy that accentuated her breasts in the best way imaginable. He didn’t want her to know he was overly eager to see her girlfriend. If Monica answered the door dressed like this anticipating a long night of sex, what the hell would Brina look like? God, he could hardly wait to find out. It was hell waiting those few seconds for her to round the corner.
But then she did and she was far more than he’d imagined. Her makeup looked a lot like Monica’s—red lipstick and heavy dark eye makeup. Nick would now and forever think of it as fuck me makeup. That was only the beginning, though. The shoes…were black vinyl thigh-high boots over fishnet stockings. She was wearing a garter holding those bad boys up with a snug piece of black and red lingerie that left little to his imagination.
He wanted to tell Monica to fuck the wine…but then he reminded himself that they had all night.
It was then that he noticed the riding crop in Brina’s hand. Her face was painted in an indelible smirk, the one he always saw in his head when she wasn’t around and he had to picture her in his mind. “Don’t worry, Nicky Sticks, I won’t use this on you.” He wasn’t into pain, but he would have found a way if it was what these ladies wanted. “If you’re a good boy, that is.”
He could hear the pop of the cork behind him, but his eyes weren’t budging. Monica was a beautiful creature, but she couldn’t hold a candle to this woman…the woman who was quickly becoming the angel of his dreams. “Yeah.” He heard Monica’s voice behind him, and she sounded almost echo-ey in his ears. “But she’s an awfully bossy bitch in bed.”
He smiled and then bit his tongue. Shit. It almost slipped out of his mouth, what Monica had said a few short minutes ago about Brina being bitchy before her period. No way. He wasn’t going to get in the middle of that lover’s quarrel.
Brina’s smirk only grew wider. “You love it, and you know it.”
“Yeah, I do, babe.”
Brina blew her girlfriend a kiss and it was several long seconds before Nick realized that Monica had called Brina babe like he’d done multiple times before, only Brina didn’t mind it from her.
That felt like sexual discrimination, and if he’d been in a joking mood, he would have given her shit about it, but for some reason, he didn’t feel like kidding much around Brina anymore. She was a serious woman with a serious streak, and somehow the kind of fun she wanted didn’t seem to mesh with his brand of fun—so he’d backburner it for now.
It didn’t hurt when she wrapped a hand around the back of his neck and pulled him into a kiss…one that almost made him reel.
Her scent was intoxicating—something spicy, but something that blended well with the cinnamon flavor in the air. And her kiss was aggressive, demanding, and set his loins on fire. He let go at that point and wrapped his arms around her, grinding his hard on into her. In those tall boots, he could look her in the eye—but he wasn’t right now, because his eyes were closed so the rest of him could enjoy all the sensations swimming through him.
“Motherfuck. You can’t even wait for me?”
Brina pulled Nick away from herself again, her hand still gripping him around the neck as though he were a dog on a leash. “Just warming him up, doll,” she said, grinning again. When she finally let go of him, he noticed her nails were long and red, and he figured out she’d put on fake ones for the evening. When he’d seen her last week, her nails were short and black like normal.
He liked them either way, but he was beginning to understand that she had another layer—a sexual persona…and this was gonna be a hell of a lot of fun.
Brina walked around Nick and got closer to her girlfriend. “Whatcha got there?”
“Your boyfriend brought some high end wine and I figured we should have a glass or two before we get started.”
“We can drink and drive at the same time, doll.”
Monica giggled. “True.” Brina slapped the whip down on the island and grabbed Monica’s tit before mashing her lips into the blonde’s. Nick felt his cock start to throb, and he was going to try to enjoy that aching dance it did before he could finally let it all go. Aw, fuck it. If he had his way, he was gonna come multiple times tonight, so why not start now? He rubbed his hand down the front of his jeans, hoping to provide just a little relief right now—just enough to take the edge off and warm things up a bit. He imagined the women’s red lipstick smearing against each other, and he could see in his mind’s eye how Brina would run her lips down Monica’s torso and…
Oh, shit. His cock throbbed hard again. He was fucking torturing himself.
He ran his hand over the front of his jeans again, and he couldn’t help the moan that formed in the back of his throat. These women were gonna kill him.
Brina broke off the kiss and looked over at Nick, then start
ed laughing. “Oh, you poor boy. We didn’t mean to leave you out of it.” She looked down at Monica. “Pour the wine.” She clicked around the island back to Nick and then hooked a red knife-like nail into his shirt, turning the fabric into a dog collar, pulling him by the neck so he followed her. He kind of liked it. They stopped once she got close to Monica again, and—by that point—the woman had a glass that she handed to her girlfriend. Brina held the glass up to her nose and whiffed. “You did good, Nicky Sticks. I’m impressed.” She placed the rim up to her mouth and, in spite of the fact that it was a wine best sipped, swallowed a large gulp. Then she pulled Nick close again and buried him in a kiss, only she let some wine flow into his mouth. Damn…it was good stuff, and all it did was make him that much more aroused as he felt her tongue pressing up against his while he tried to swallow the liquid she’d emptied into him.
He was already ready to bury himself deep inside her. He wanted to make her come, make her scream in desire, and then he’d follow it up by making her girl feel incredible too. He wasn’t sure where any of this would end up, but he got the idea that the only way he got Brina was through Monica. Thus far, he was having no problems with that scenario. None at all.
“Me, too,” came a pouty whine from the other side of Brina. He and Brina parted and he saw a jealous glint in Monica’s eyes. Okay, maybe he needed to make her feel good first and then she’d be okay with him and Brina.
Brina kissed her again and Nick grabbed one of the other glasses full of wine. When Brina quit kissing the woman, she asked, “Ooh. What’s that?”
Monica said, “Another gift from Nick. Awfully thoughtful, wasn’t he?”
Nick set down the wine glass. Brina smirked and then winked at him with approval. “Indeed.” She picked up the jar and opened the lid, removing the seal and sniffing. “Hmm.” She brought it up to her nose and sniffed it. “Smells like candy.” She touched the tip of her tongue on the chocolate and grinned, looking more wicked than ever. Then she stuck her index and middle fingers into the goo, scooping some out. Her other fingers wrapped around one of the straps of Monica’s teddy and pulled it down on one side. In another quick movement, she had the blonde’s tit out in the fresh air, and Nick felt his cock pulse once more. Jesus Christ. It was like a free live porno movie playing right in front of him. Brina smeared the woman’s pink areola with the chocolate and then buried it in her mouth. After sucking on it, she let it go and flicked it with her tongue.
Nick was at a crossroads then. Did he just unzip his jeans and go to town? Part of him was desperate to do it, to get the first orgasm out of the way so he could concentrate and then slow down to enjoy the rest of the evening at a leisurely pace. The other part wanted to join Brina. The woman’s girlfriend was moaning just from having her nipple licked. Nick could imagine how slick and wet she was, how tight her pussy would feel, and how her hard nipple would feel against his tongue.
Fuck it.
He adjusted himself so it wouldn’t be too painful to walk with his cock making his jeans uncomfortably tight, and then he reached over to grab the chocolate. Brina didn’t even notice as he ran his fingers through the sweet stuff and then walked behind her to get to the other side of Monica. While he slid his fingers under her other strap, he brought his lips to her shoulder and kissed the skin there. It was soft and delicate and smelled spicy too, exotic and heady, and if there was a hell of sin and pleasure from whence he’d never return, he knew it would fucking smell like that.
She was letting him, this woman who wasn’t attracted to men, and once he had that side down, exposing her other breast, he repeated Brina’s earlier action, smearing her entire areola in chocolate. Unlike Brina, though, he planned to savor her and take his time. He wanted to torture her the way he was feeling tormented, hoping it would give her an amazing orgasm later.
He leaned back in toward her, breathing in that intoxicating scent, only now it was infused with the smell of Brina. Fuck. Who needed wine? He pointed his tongue toward her areola and circled around the edge of it, inciting another groan of pleasure from her mouth. It was then that Brina glanced over at him. He let his eyes slide to the side to appraise the woman he really wanted, but damned if he was going to be distracted from finishing the work he’d set out to do. He gently circled in closer and closer to the nipple until he touched it, and then he flicked the hard little nub, enjoying the taste of (almost) chocolate on his tongue. He held himself back, because he was ready to fuck her already. He was almost blind with desire, but he knew he could keep it together.
Throb.
He swallowed it down and then brought his lips gently to her breast, drawing it in starting at the nipple. She moaned again and Nick could almost see Brina’s expression.
Was she jealous?
No way. And so fucking what if she was? This had been her idea, and how the hell was he supposed to deny this nubile, sweet little thing making those cute noises every time he touched her?
Well, he wasn’t going to.
And he was even going to move forward. Any other woman—a heterosexual woman—he would move the proceedings along about now. It was pretty fucking obvious to him that she was ready, willing, and able, and he was ready to confirm his suspicions. He was pretty damned certain she had to be dripping wet below…and there was one way to find out.
He considered pulling her teddy down by grabbing it where it was bunched beneath her breasts while working it over the rest of her arms, but it would be a clunky maneuver that had the potential to spoil the mood—something he definitely did not want to do. So he continued making love to her breast with his mouth while trailing a finger down the front of that satiny teddy, drawing a straight line down her abdomen until he could feel the hardness of her mound. Having felt that path on so many other women before, he knew what was directly below. He’d find her slit and her clit would be housed somewhere in those folds, and his finger could keep sliding down until he found the opening where he could glide his finger (or even a couple) inside her, and the slicker she’d be, the smoother the ride.
Oh, but his fingers were already there. He must have been moving them while thinking about it, and he could feel the wetness through the thin fabric of the teddy. He’d planned to slide the panel back and get at her that way, but he felt that there were snaps there, so she could wear the teddy while fucking.
Goddamn, this night just kept getting better and better.
One hand cupped her breast tenderly, the one he was pleasuring, while Sabrina kept up her action on the other one. She’d since begun ignoring Nick, and he was okay with that. He thought it might make their fucking better later if he made her jealous. He didn’t know, but at this point, it wouldn’t be thoughtful to get this sweet thing all hot and bothered and then not follow through.
He slid two fingers down her slit once he had the teddy unsnapped and it was so easy to just glide over her. He heard her gasp then, and he flicked her nipple with his tongue again.
Throb, throb.
He’d done this dozens of times before, so there was nothing to it. He slid his index and middle finger inside her but swirled his thumb until he found her pulsing clit again. She sucked in another sharp breath of air and bucked against him, but he knew she was gonna ride his fucking fingers till she came now. She groaned again and wrapped a fist in his hair, and he took that as approval. He felt a smirk form on his mouth, her tit still in it, and now he started to understand why maybe Sabrina always had that look on her face.
The quality of Monica’s breathing grew lighter, faster, and she was gulping air like a sprinter. She was close. He knew slow and steady would win the race, so he kept it going, but made the pace faster, a little at a time so it wasn’t overwhelming. She gasped again and then quivered, clenching her pussy against his fingers, yelling. Then he felt a tearing at his hair, and he realized it was Brina. She forced his head to turn and she buried her tongue inside his mouth once more. Yeah…either she was jealous or she was hot and bothered—and Nick knew either scenario w
ould mean good times for him.
Throb.
Chapter Eleven
NICK COULDN’T QUITE understand why the fuck they were still in the kitchen. He was ready to plunge his cock inside something. He was pretty sure the tip of his dick was going to be stuck to his underwear because he’d been ready for so goddamn long.
But it was like Brina and Monica wanted to celebrate the fact that she’d broken through some kind of wall by letting Nick finger her first. There hadn’t been anything awkward about it either, although now it was beginning to seem that way.
They were on their second glass of wine. No, scratch that. The women were. Nick couldn’t take it anymore and had gulped down the second glass minutes ago. He didn’t give a fuck that it was premium shit that should be savored. He needed something to slow him down, because these women were prolonging his agony beyond belief.
Part of him was tempted to rip his jeans off and start stroking himself right there. Maybe one of them would feel bad and take care of him.
But no. He was going to wait a little longer. He could and he would, and he didn’t want a pity fuck anyway. He wanted to be in control, and whipping it out right then wouldn’t do.
He had the third glass halfway gone when Brina said, “I think we need to head to the bedroom, don’t you?” Monica, dreamy eyed, nodded. “I had just gotten our deliciously sinful black satin sheets on the bed before you arrived.”
Monica stood and then giggled. “Yeah, they’re awesome, even when you slide all over the damn place.”
“Oh, you love coming on those things.”
“I do.” Brina stood and held out her hand to help Monica up off the floor. Then she buried her tongue in the woman’s mouth again, but she reached behind her back and cupped Nick’s cock and balls in her hand. She kneaded his entire package, warming him back up all over again. He let the air out of his lungs and relished the fact that he knew relief was coming soon.
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