He’d picked up the TV remote and was flipping through the channels while Kurt stood and stared out the window, still naked. JT wore nothing but his arrowhead.
All this male nudity. I must have it within my reach.
Claire smiled at Kurt and patted the bed. “Come sit by me.”
He tore his gaze away from something outside. “Do you want me to close the curtains?”
She shook her head. “I doubt anyone can see us.”
He looked out the window again. “I can see people in a room across the courtyard. A man, a woman. She just took off her dress.”
The channel surfing stopped and JT grinned. “He’s gonna get lucky.”
Claire approached the window and followed Kurt’s gaze. “Oh wow.” The light from the other room showcased the action inside. “It’s like watching a dirty movie.”
“They’re not looking at us, but I’m sure they’d have the same view.”
Her nipples tingled. “Maybe they did.” She wiggled back against the naked yummy IT guy.
He slipped his arms around her waist and glanced back at JT. “She’s a little show off.”
“A little?” JT laughed.
She pressed her palm against the glass as movement from another room caught her eye. Two men, naked and doing things that… oh my. “We’re leaving the curtains open. And no one is allowed to get dressed.” A knock rattled the front door. “Except to answer that.”
JT jumped up, threw on a robe and greeted room service while Kurt and Claire stayed in the bedroom and stared out the window. He came back and tossed the garment in the closet. “They’re gone. Let’s eat.”
Claire grabbed the champagne bottle and followed the guys to the living room where the scent of decadent food drew her to the table. The men had moved it in front of the couch so they could all sit together.
JT’s plate dripped with rich gravy, and Kurt’s bacon-topped burger spilled over onto his fries. The lobster steamed on a bed of mushroom risotto, and the chocolate smothered brownie and ice cream begged to be consumed in sinful ways.
“Mmm… how are we going to eat all of this?” She popped a raspberry in her mouth.
“With a fork.” Kurt stabbed his burger, then picked up a knife and cut it into pieces.
“Damn, Rebel.” JT sliced into his steak. “When you decide to cut loose, you really cut loose.”
“Did I overdo it?” She sat between the two men she’d just screwed abundantly, and dug into the lobster. A twinge of guilt pricked at her conscience, but she smothered it with butter sauce.
“Hell no.” JT dragged a raspberry across her nipple then slipped it into her mouth. “This is Vegas, the world capital of excess. Live it up.” He licked the juice from her skin.
She shivered and savored the tart berry, then stole a piece of Kurt’s overabundant bacon. “Excellent point. How often do I get to do this?”
“Not often enough.” Kurt stuffed a handful of fries in his mouth.
Claire scooped up the creamy risotto and let its velvety texture and nutty scent awaken her senses. Guilt and shame be damned. She’d come to Las Vegas to have fun, and if she wanted to take a bath in champagne, she would. “Exactly. I’d never do this at home, but here I can eat as much as I want, drink as much as I want, have sex as much as I want… all weekend.”
“That’s my Rebel.” JT slid closer and slipped his hand between her thighs.
Kurt swallowed hard. “But we’ll pay for it on Monday.”
“Forget Monday.” JT poured himself a glass of scotch and winked at Claire. “How much do you want to fuck?”
“That’s a good question.” Her delicate flesh still ached from their first encounter, and Kurt appeared to be worried about their work relationship. She’d never considered the consequences for him… But JT’s evil grin aroused the wanton female side of her unleashed by winning that jackpot. The appeal of fucking those two again couldn’t be denied.
“Argue both sides,” she said.
“What?” JT squeezed her leg.
“Alex taught me to argue both sides of a case so I’d be able to see holes in the opposing argument.” She searched for a glass to pour champagne in, but couldn’t find one within reach so she drank straight from the bottle. “Present your evidence supporting round two.”
JT laughed. “I’m not done spoiling you yet.”
The bubbles fizzed straight to her head. “Mmm… that’s a strong point. Kurt?”
He leaned over and peeked at the clock on the end table. “I still have a few hours to kill before I go back to the airport.”
Claire sipped from the bottle. “Good start, but it needs more.”
The sexy geek fixed his gaze on her and a timid smile cracked his logical mask. “I need more of you while I have the chance.”
“Very good. ‘So stipulated.’” She rapped the butt of her fork on the table. “That means I agree. Any other provisions?”
JT shook his head, but Kurt downed half a glass of vodka and braced a trembling hand on his thigh. “I’d like to… ah… be in charge this time, play a bigger role.”
I’ll take that under advisement. Claire dropped the judge robe and cast a glance at JT. “What do you think?”
He raised an eyebrow, scanning Kurt as if measuring him, then he smiled at Claire. “It’s your choice, sweet thing. This is all about you.”
She’d love to have more of Kurt, but she didn’t want JT to feel neglected or that she preferred Kurt over him. Wow. Does Talia have to balance her men like this? JT’s hand still caressed her thigh so she squeezed it and looked into his permissive blue gaze.
“Thank you for giving me that freedom, but before I choose, I need to know you’re okay with what I want.”
He laced his fingers with hers and pulled her close. “I know what you want, Claire. That’s why I want you to grab it with both hands and wring every drop of pleasure out of it.” His lips grazed her cheek then his mouth captured hers, and his tongue swept away her doubts.
Fucking hell, I could love this man. She braced a hand on his strong shoulder as the thought tilted her off-balance, but he held her steady. “Thank you,” she whispered on his lips. Still not enough.
Then she turned and arched back against him. JT’s heartbeat sped up as she presented her body to Kurt.
She smiled and rubbed her calf on Kurt’s thigh. “You’re the boss.”
Chapter 21
Kurt downed another shot of vodka. Holy shit. He hadn’t expected JT to fold so easily, and Claire appeared eager to take another spin. He pulled her legs across his lap and slipped his hand between her thighs, inching upward while she held her breath. Her nipples puckered, so he grabbed a spoonful of ice cream and fudge and smeared it over both her breasts.
“I’ll need help eating this dessert,” he said.
JT laughed and licked one chocolate-covered mound while Kurt tasted the other. If he pushed the gambler away too soon, he might resist, so he’d share—for now.
Claire moaned and, as her thighs clenched, Kurt remembered his wandering hand. He slipped a finger between her wet folds, taking his time exploring and teasing. She gasped when he brushed over her fat clit, so he lingered there, circling and stroking, then kissed up her breast to her neck, dragging his nipple over hers as he caught her mouth.
JT had to give up her dessert-covered bud and sit back while Kurt kissed her.
Good. He’d nudged the gambler back a bit. Now to see how much ground the other man would give up.
Kurt sat up and grabbed both Claire’s breasts, keeping one eye on JT to see what he’d do. But a girlish giggle drew his full attention to Claire.
“You’ve got chocolate all over.”
He glanced down at his chest and wiped fudge off his nipple. He tried to lick his finger, but she grabbed his wrist.
“Let me do that.” She pulled his finger into her mouth, swirling her tongue.
Sparks shot down his arm and started a fire in his dick as if she’d been sucking on that. “
Wow.” He closed his eyes and imprinted the sensation on his hard drive, storing it in long-term files. Would she remember him after tonight? He had to do something that would leave traces of him even if she deleted the data.
He glanced around the suite. “Maybe….” No, no ‘maybe.’ You’re the boss. “Let’s get in the shower.”
“Hell yes.” She sat up and kicked off her shoes as she scrambled from the room.
JT and Kurt followed her into a large bathroom with a Roman tub and separate standing shower. A long vanity with two sinks lined the opposite wall. All three of them could’ve squeezed into the tub, but they’d have no room to move. The glass-walled shower would only hold two. Kurt opened the door and turned on the water before JT could direct him to do anything else.
“You can watch.” He shot a pointed stare at the gambler and held his hand out to Claire. “Join me.”
She looked back at JT, and he nodded his consent. “Go ahead.”
“You’re next,” she said to him as Kurt swept her under the warm spray and closed the door.
Water flowed down over her naked body, soaking her hair and dripping off her nipples. Kurt’s cock throbbed, stretching up between the two of them as he held her close and kissed her.
He peeked over her shoulder and saw JT lean back against the granite countertop, stroking his cock with a dazed grin on his face.
Kurt groped Claire’s ass with both hands, but the gambler still smiled. He slipped his fingers between her legs, making her and the man watching moan and squirm. How far can I push him?
Claire slid her hands over his slick skin, tracing rivulets of water as they trickled down his chest. Kurt grabbed the soap and worked up a rich lather, bathing her with it while she washed the chocolate off him.
“This was a wonderful idea.” She reached down and rubbed his hard cock. “You feel so stiff and slippery. I like that.”
The soap squirted from his hand and landed on the tile floor with a smack. He braced both hands against the wall behind her and rubbed his body full-length against hers. The rushing water and bubbly suds made a great lubricant. “You feel….” He caught his breath and searched his malfunctioning brain for the perfect word. “Fuckable.”
She laughed and wrapped her leg around his hips, allowing his cock to slip and slide along her heated flesh. “Mmm….”
He grabbed her thigh and probed just inside her, teasing and touching. “You’re a goddess. I’ve worshipped you for so long.”
“You’re so sweet.” She gasped as he drove in deeper, then she dug her fingernails into his ass and commanded his attention with eyes that blazed regal fire. “Show me your devotion.”
He pounded her back against the wall and slipped, crashing down on one knee. Claire stumbled but caught herself on his shoulders.
JT bolted upright and approached the shower, but Kurt waved him back. “Are you all right?” he asked Claire, steadying her as he got to his feet.
“I’m fine.” She swept wet hair from his eyes. “How’s your knee?”
He gritted his teeth. “Hurts like a motherfucker.” He wrapped his arms around her and thrust more slowly this time, letting her slow searing heat melt the pain away. “But I don’t care.”
“Oh….” She groaned and grabbed at his shoulder but slipped.
“Turn her around.” JT instructed from outside the shower. “Brace your back against the wall and fuck her from behind.”
“Hell yes.” Claire turned and bent forward as she pressed her palms against the glass door.
Kurt snarled at JT but did as he was told, holding Claire’s hips while he moved behind her. The position worked better than he expected, and he got lost in the steamy, clinging heat surrounding them.
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He just told me to go to hell. JT resumed his position on the vanity, watching Claire get fucked against the steamed-up glass. He had half a mind to rip the door open and show the geeky bastard how to bring that woman to her knees.
Claire slapped the glass. “Oh sweet fucking Jesus!”
The nerd must be doing something right. JT reached for his stiff dick and focused on the writhing female in the shower. Watching had never been his favorite kink—he’d much rather participate—but that girl knew how to put on a show. Claire bit her lip and thrust back, then yelped as Kurt grabbed her hair and twisted it in his fist. Nice move.
He abandoned his plans to turn the tables in his favor and indulged himself in Claire’s erotic display—for now.
She panted and moaned, and her breasts bounced while Kurt pounded her. JT’s cock throbbed with every curse word, and he had to rip his hand away to keep from coming when she did.
Kurt shut off the water and JT opened the dripping door, holding Claire steady as she stepped out on shaking legs. He wrapped a towel around her and met the geek’s triumphant gaze over the top of her head.
“My turn.”
“Good luck.”
JT cradled her against him and kissed her, stealing the breath she’d just got back. She quivered, and they stumbled against the long countertop.
Her eyes sparkled as she perched on the edge. “Remember this?” She dropped the towel and stretched out on the hard granite.
“I’ll never forget.” He bent over her body, denying Kurt access as he kissed her, fondling her breasts with one hand and sending the other down her belly to claim her hot pussy. She gasped and squirmed while Kurt leaned against the wall and watched, quiet and patient.
She moaned in JT’s ear. “Lick my pussy. Please.”
He hesitated, stroking her clit and nibbling her nipples while he debated surrendering her body to the geek, but she’d asked him to do it—no mistaking that—so he released her breasts and slid down, dragging his tongue over her skin and slipping between her wet folds.
“Oh! Fuck my dripping snatch.” Claire wrapped her legs around JT’s head.
“That’s a new one.” Kurt’s awestruck voice echoed in the steamy room. “I’m impressed.”
JT laughed, then tongue-fucked her tight pussy. She reached up and pulled Kurt down to kiss her puckered nipples.
“Mmf.” Her moan cut short as JT dragged his mouth up to her pulsing clit. He slipped a finger inside her and wrapped one arm around her waist; he sucked and she tightened. “Oh my fucking God!”
She arched up, knocking Kurt back while JT held her down. The geek regained his balance in time to keep her from sliding to the floor, bending over to kiss her and pinning her to the counter while she bucked and flailed. She convulsed once more and then went limp under them.
JT rested his chin on her thigh while she panted in Kurt’s arms. “This is what you wanted the night we got caught,” he said to Claire.
“Which time?” She winked at him.
“When we forgot to lock to bathroom door at the bar.” He grinned at Kurt’s raised eyebrows. “A guy walked in on us doing this. He got hard, and she got hot.” He nibbled her tender skin. “I’m sure he would’ve indulged our threesome fantasy.”
“Mmm… he was a hottie.” She slid her hand behind Kurt’s neck and kissed him. “But I’m glad we waited for you.”
He smiled into her eyes. “I am, too.”
JT watched their tongues dance in her mouth, their hands tease her skin. Claire giggled at every playful touch, and he realized he’d made the right choice. Fucking a stranger would’ve been hot, but sharing her with a friend made her happy.
“All right.” He slapped the backside of her thigh with an open palm. “Let’s fuck this girl the way she deserves it.”
“Ooo….”
He spread a towel on the floor, and they rolled her onto her hands and knees. JT parted her thighs with his cock while Kurt pressed his dick into her mouth. JT groaned and slid into her slowly, prolonging the moment and pushing his sanity to the edge. “Fuck me on a marble floor.”
“You got your wish.” The geek’s laugh turned into a moan as Claire’s tongue teased him.
Kurt had gotten everything he wanted, and a f
ew things he never expected. A sexual encounter that brought the house down, a friend he wasn’t looking for, and a woman who made him hope for the impossible.
“I wish….” Searing heat incinerated JT’s wayward thoughts. I wish I could tell her.
Claire moaned and thrust back against him. “Harder,” she gasped, then reclaimed the geek’s hard-on.
JT grabbed her hips and slammed home, eliciting a muffled squeal from the woman between them. Kurt flipped her hair over her shoulders and JT twisted it around his fist, pulling tight while she clenched and moaned.
“Fucking hell, yes!” She squeezed Kurt’s cock and his eyes bugged out. JT wondered if he should dial down the intensity so she didn’t rip the thing off, but any good intentions he might’ve entertained simply collapsed under the sweet pressure of her pussy.
An unyielding force built between his legs, driving his thrusts as he surrendered control. Her body heated. His cock erupted and rivers of molten pleasure swept him away. His head swirled and he tumbled to the floor, sprawling across the warm towel and cold tile.
He grasped at Claire’s thigh just to have something to hold close while he watched her finish off Kurt with her mouth. They ended up in a naked, gasping pile of sweat and skin—no telling where one ended and the others began.
JT caught his breath slowly. “Well fuck me three ways to Sunday, sweet thing. That was Goddamn hot.”
Claire brushed her cheek on his shoulder. “Isn’t it six ways?”
“You want three more guys? Holy shit, woman, I’m spent.”
“I’m dead,” Kurt mumbled from under her leg.
She giggled and squirmed between them. “I can’t believe one little woman turned both you guys into useless lumps.”
Kurt grunted.
“Not just any woman.” JT slipped his hand into her hair, caressing her cheek with his thumb as he gazed into her dreamy eyes. He touched his lips to hers—just barely—and the strength of her pounding heart filled the hole in his.
She drew her fingernails down his chest. “Have I said thank you?”
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