“What does that involve?” She examines her nails intently, and avoids looking at us. “There’s three of us. If I sleep with Sebastian when you aren’t around, am I cheating on you?”
A spike of unwarranted jealousy pierces through me at that image, and I force myself to suppress it. “No. I’m not going to lie to you and tell you that it doesn’t bother me at all, but no. That’s not cheating.”
She bites her lower lip. As I see her teeth indent her flesh, I realize how much I want her. I can’t wait to see her naked again. To see her spread out, open, ready for us.
“Okay.” She looks at the two of us. “I don’t really know how to be anything other than exclusive anyway.”
Both Sebastian and I exhale with relief at the same time. My fuck-up wasn’t the death knell to us. Now, I can’t wait to see what happens next. I pick up the bottle of vodka and my glass, and gesture to the living room. “Follow me.”
21
If I had a flower for every time I thought of you… I could walk through my garden forever.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Bailey:
I cannot believe I’m doing this.
There was, I can’t lie, a lump in my throat when I realized what Daniel had done. Yes, getting vodka flown from Russia to New York was the act of a man with significant resources, but he couldn’t have done it without learning something about me. Had he got me something shiny from Tiffany, I would have walked away.
He said he found me fascinating, and his actions have backed up his words.
Sebastian was always easier to forgive. His words about Piper’s restaurant were cruel, but he clearly hadn’t meant for her to overhear the conversation, and he had been there for a good reason.
And so I follow them to the living room, knowing full well that in a few minutes, I will succumb to the blazing attraction I feel.
There’s one question I haven’t asked either of them. Where is this going? I haven’t asked because whichever way they answer, I’ll be bruised. Even though I’m going away to Argentina for six months in the fall, I still don’t want to hear them tell me that this is just a fling, and I’m not ready to confront the truth about why I feel that way.
* * *
The last time I was here, I only saw Daniel’s kitchen and his rec room. This time, he leads the way to the living room, with floor to ceiling windows on two sides, overlooking Central Park.
“Nice,” I say, looking around.
That’s an understatement. The room is huge, easily fifteen hundred square feet, but the furniture is arranged in a way to make the space seem friendly and cozy, not intimidating. The two walls that aren’t windows are covered with artwork. I see a painting that has to be a Picasso, another that’s clearly Salvador Dali. There’s also a Star Wars movie poster on the wall, and one of those ubiquitous Keep Calm and Carry On posters. It’s very eclectic.
“I’ll give you a proper tour at some point,” he promises. “But please, sit. Want a top-up of your drink?”
“Probably not,” I reply, taking a seat on an ocean-blue stuffed chair. “I don’t want to be too buzzed when we…” I feel the heat rise on my face, and my voice trails off.
“When we fuck.” That’s Sebastian. “Say the words, Bailey.”
I lift my chin. “I don’t want to be too buzzed when we fuck.”
“An admirable goal,” he agrees, crossing the room to sit down on the white couch that’s perpendicular to me. I’m a little disappointed by that. I thought he’d sit on the arm of my chair, but instead, they are both giving me space. I don’t want space. I want to be fucked.
Daniel lifts up his glass in a toast. “Cheers,” he says simply. I wave my own glass in his direction and take another sip of the vodka, feeling the heat travel a fiery path down my body. Sitting here, having to pretend I care about small talk, when all I want to do is be bracketed between their hard bodies… The anticipation is killing me.
Sebastian leans forward and takes my hand in his own. His skin is callused from hours spent in front of the flames, and the contrast sets me shivering. His thumb glides over my palm, pressing down firmly. It’s an erotic touch. My body reacts with a rush of wetness and I bite off my moan with difficulty.
“I want to hear you, Bailey.” His blue eyes locking onto mine, his other hand moving to my wrist to hold me. “Each whimper, each moan. Don’t hold back, baby.”
He gets up to sit on my armrest, pulling me into his body for a kiss. His lips press down on me, insistent and forceful, and I surrender to the pleasure. One part of me wonders when Daniel’s going to participate. Another part - a bigger part - likes the idea of giving him a show. He leans back on the couch, drink in hand, a half-smile on his face. His gaze stays on us.
He’s enjoying watching us. Game on. I grab Sebastian’s head with my hand, gripping the back of his neck, pulling him even closer to me. I don’t stifle my noises of pleasure, the little moans, the soft gasps. It is such a turn on to know that Daniel is captivated by our display.
“You like being watched, Bailey?” Sebastian says into my ears, his teeth nibbling at an earlobe. His hand glides a caress on my chest, from my cleavage to my neck. “My little exhibitionist. Take off your top.”
His hands are at my waist, plucking the fabric up and over my head. When my lace-clad breasts come into view, Daniel leans forward and takes another sip of his drink. His expression is hungry, and his eyes blaze with lust, but he remains in his seat.
Sebastian goes back to kissing me. His hands caress my breasts over the bra, but disappointingly, he doesn’t make any move to unfasten it yet. Instead, he nudges me to my feet. “Your jeans are in the way,” he mutters. “Let’s get them off.”
His big hands roam down my abdomen, and I flinch automatically. I don’t have six-pack abs, or anything even close to them. Rolls of squishy flesh cannot be attractive.
Except Sebastian’s kissing the same rolls of flesh, his breath heated, his stubble rasping against my skin, his hand pressed against my back to move me closer to him. His other hand works at the waistband of my jeans till they are undone, then he pushes them down my hips, kissing each bit of skin as it is revealed. “Ah fuck, those panties,” he groans. “Soft, pretty pink. Just like your pussy.”
I blush at his words, and Daniel chuckles from his spot on the couch. “I do like how you flush, Bailey,” he says. “It’s so much fun to corrupt the good girl.”
“Please,” I scoff, though I’m distracted by Sebastian’s kisses, by the rub of his hard erection against my crotch as he stands back up. “I’m not really such a good girl.”
Sebastian’s teeth nip at my nipple through my bra, and I forget Daniel’s words, though I feel every bit of his burning gaze on me. This is so hot. I’d have never thought I’d be so turned on by the idea of someone watching. His hand runs over my ass, and I tense, waiting for the spank that does not come. Pity.
I’m nudged back into my chair, and Sebastian pulls my jeans free, tossing them carelessly across the room. They land against one of the windows and slide to the floor, and I giggle. “I can’t believe I’m making out in full view of Central Park,” I confess. “I feel so naughty.”
Daniel raises an amused eyebrow. “You little hussy,” he scolds. “All the way down to your underwear before you even noticed the window.” He leans back and unzips his own pants lazily. His erection springs out and I can’t help it, I actually lick my lips. I’m keyed up, okay? They’ve had me wanting them ever since I saw them, and this is my first glimpse of cock. I want more.
My view of Daniel’s dick is blocked off because Sebastian once again leans into me. His lips press on mine, nibbling and sucking on my lower lip. “Such a bad girl,” he growls. “Can’t take your eyes off his cock, can you?”
“No,” I whisper, a thread of defiance in my voice. “I want to see. Take off your pants.” I move my hands up his thighs, my fingers tracing the rock hard outline of his erection. “I want to touch you. Taste you.”
A fire bu
rns in his eyes. In an instant, my bra is off, and my wrists are pressed together behind my head. Sebastian uses the scrap of lace to bind my hands. “Keep them there,” he orders. His fingers tangle in my hair, his grip tightening until little sparks of pain prickle at my scalp.
Oh my god. This is better than my dreams, even hotter than my most powerful fantasies. This is real. This is the hard press of his torso on mine. The ache in my shoulder blades anchors me, while his large hands boldly feel every heated inch of me and threatens to drown me in pleasure.
“Sebastian,” I whisper. “Please…”
“Bailey begging,” he says into my ear. “I like that.”
His hands run up my bare thighs, inching slowly toward my core. I’m still wearing my panties, and my crotch is soaked, a fact that both embarrasses me and turns me on in equal measure.
“Fuck,” Sebastian groans as his knuckles brush against the damp fabric. “You are so wet…”
“You make me wet,” I say “Both of you. I want you.”
“And you’ll have us tonight, Bailey.” Sebastian’s blue eyes hold mine. “All in good time.”
My legs part for him, unbidden. His fingers tease the edge where the fabric of my panties meet my skin, but he doesn’t go further. Instead, he gets up and sits back on the couch, next to Daniel and lifts his drink up to his lips.
“Take off your panties.” Daniel takes over.
“Are the two of you ever going to take off your clothes?” I pout in complaint. “Come on. I’ve been naked before, and I’m almost naked now. It’s definitely your turn.”
A smile grazes his face at that, and he gestures languidly to his massive, naked, throbbing, cock. “I’m not entirely clothed,” he says. “Stand up, Bailey. Take off your panties.”
Fine. They want a show. I can give them a show. I’m going to give them the best fucking strip tease I know how. Even if all I have to do is roll down a pair of panties to my feet and step out of them, and even if my wrists are tied together with a bra.
I stand up and stretch lazily, sucking in my stomach and arching my tits out toward them. Bringing my tied wrists in front of me, I push my breasts together with my upper arms. My nipples, I’m unsurprised to note, are erect nubs, hard with desire, aching for a touch from either of them. Or from both of them.
Moving slowly and sensually, I position myself so I’m in front of them, slowly sinking to my knees. “I want to suck your cocks,” I murmur throatily, licking my lips. I’m so turned on that I’m not embarrassed by how brazen I sound. “I want to take you down my throat.” I hold Daniel’s gaze in mine. His cock is pulled out, and I reason that he’s more likely to cave first. Throw me down on the antique Persian rug and fuck the need out of me, Daniel. “I want you to come in my mouth. I’ll swallow every drop.”
“Bailey,” Daniel groans, throwing his head back. “What are you doing to us?”
“The same thing you are doing to me,” I reply. I turn to Sebastian. “I’m burning up,” I whisper. “Please don’t make me wait.”
“That does it.” Sebastian sounds like a guy pushed to the edge. He pulls off his t-shirt, and his six-pack abs come into view, as does the ink on his bulging forearms. I want to lick each ridge of muscle. At the same time, I also want to run and cover myself, because he’s in amazing shape and I have a bunch of excess weight to lose.
“What’s wrong?”
“Umm,” I flush. “It’s a little intimidating to sleep with guys in perfect shape. Especially when I look the way I do.”
“What do you look like, Bailey?” Daniel’s voice is dangerous. “You are beautiful. Desirable. Warm and soft. Look at my cock.”
I sneak a peek, and exhale, my throat dry with lust. He’s so thick. So big and beautiful. I want to rub against it, and I want to nestle against Sebastian’s rock hard abs, and trace out each line of his tattoos with my tongue.
Daniel and Sebastian are dangerous for me. They make me want too much.
“Enough with the bullshit.” Sebastian moves in for the kill. One hand yanks up my bound wrists over my head. Another pulls my panties down, leaving me exposed and panting with lust. “The two of us can’t keep our hands off you,” he grits out. “Daniel’s in the middle of a sensitive take over. I’m swamped with restaurant bullshit. And you are in the tenure window. Why do you question this chemistry between us?” His fingers pinch a nipple harshly and I gasp out as a painful pleasure radiates from that spot to the rest of my body. “Can’t you tell how much we want you?”
He pushes me onto the couch, and I land with my face almost in Daniel’s lap. A resounding spank lands on my ass. “Bailey,” Sebastian says to me. “I want to fuck you hard and fast.”
“Do it.” I lean forward, licking my lips, and take Daniel’s enormous head in my mouth. He groans as I maneuver my hands to clasp the base of his thick shaft. As best as I can, given my bound state, I pump and suck him, rewarded by the noises of desire he makes.
Behind me, Sebastian slaps my ass again, and my mouth deepens onto Daniel’s cock. I hear the sound of a condom wrapper tear, then I feel Sebastian’s cock nudge at my pussy.
This is actually happening. Sebastian is going to fuck me while I suck Daniel.
Two guys.
Two unbelievably hot guys.
Are.
Fucking.
Me.
At the same time.
As promised, Sebastian is not gentle. He thrusts into me in one hard motion. His fingers dig into my curvy hips as he fucks me. I grind my elbows into the couch and sink my mouth even deeper on Daniel’s cock. Blood rushes to my head, and I’m overwhelmed in the best possible way.
Pounding, burning, pulsing gnawing lust curls at me, tendrils snaking everywhere. There are fingers pulling on my nipples. Daniel? A knuckle rubs steady circles against my clitoris. I close my eyes and focus on the way Daniel’s cock feels in my mouth. Harsh breathing fills the silence in the room, as does the slap of Sebastian’s thighs against my body.
Each thrust stretches me. Each thrust sends an intense jolt up my body. Each muted groan of pleasure from them makes me even wetter. My orgasm is coiling up inside me, preparing to erupt, and when Sebastian grabbed my long hair and pulls, I lose it. With a shouted cry, I explode.
Through my haze of lust, I feel Daniel stiffen, then he is climaxing, and I eagerly swallow every drop. Sebastian’s fingers dig deeper into my flesh, then he too is choking off a cry as he comes.
I collapse on the couch, limp and satiated. My head is on Daniel’s lap, and I feel his fingers stroke my cheek. “Bailey,” he mutters, untying my hands as I lie down, unable to move.
“Daniel,” I reply, frowning at him through sleep-filled eyes. “You still have your clothes on.”
His lips curl into a smile. “Will you spend the night?” he asks me. “With the two of us?”
My stomach growls right then, loud and long. I bury my face in my hands, unbelievably embarrassed by my body’s betrayal. “Pretend that didn’t happen,” I whisper fervently. “Pretend I did something cool instead.”
Sebastian laughs. “I think that’s my cue to feed you, Bailey,” he says, getting up and pulling his pants back on, but not before I get a good look at his dick. Even flaccid, he’s impressively large. My pussy is going to be so tender tomorrow.
A smile breaks out on my face. “Let me see if I’ve got this straight,” I tell them sitting up and reaching for my forgotten glass of vodka. The ice has melted and diluted the strong alcohol, but the taste of it still brings back warm memories of my time in Siberia. This was a very considerate gift. “You,” I gesture toward Sebastian, “two-star Michelin chef, toast of New York’s restaurant scene, are going to make me something to eat.”
“That was the plan.”
I turn to Daniel. “And once we eat something, we are going to sleep in your bed?”
“Well,” Daniel laughs at my expression. “I was hoping we’d do this again, and more, before we went to sleep. If that’s okay with you?”
I feel like Alice, falling down a rabbit hole. Up is down and left is right, and in Wonderland, hot billionaires are interested in me. But hey, as long as I’m immersed in fantasy land, I might as well enjoy the ride. “Oh, it’s more than okay,” I say. “That sounds pretty damn good.”
22
Words are easy, like the wind. Faithful friends are hard to find.
William Shakespeare, The Passionate Pilgrim
Bailey:
Daniel Hartman’s bedroom is, as I expected, large. A massive king-size bed rests against one wall. Another wall is covered entirely with floor to ceiling windows. Daniel draws the grey woolen drapes shut as we enter, and flicks on a couple of light switches. A soft glow fills the room from the two pendant lamps, hanging on either side of the headboard. My feet sink into the plush pile of a grey carpet, and I stifle a moan of pleasure.
Daniel notices. “It’s just a rug,” he suggests. “Come here, and I’ll give you something else to moan about.”
I don’t reply right away, and Sebastian grins at me. “Cat got your tongue, Bailey?” he teases. “I didn’t see you at a loss for words earlier when you were busy yelling at us.”
At that, I have to laugh. “It’s the red hair,” I tell him. “All my life, I’ve tried not to be the hot-tempered redhead, but I actually enjoyed giving you guys a piece of my mind.”
They both chuckle. The sex on the couch has dissipated some of the fierce tension between the three of us. The vodka has played its part as well, as has the excellent tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwich that Sebastian made us.
“Come here,” I order Sebastian, sinking on the bed and leaning against Daniel. “I want to look at your tattoos.”
He moves closer and I peer at them, my fingers reaching out to trace the ink on his skin. “A dragon and a phoenix?”
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