“You like that?” my husband asked.
I nodded.
“Do you want him to taste you?”
I nodded again.
Ward looked around me toward Vaughn. No words were spoken, and then after Vaughn removed his hand, Ward led me to the bed. I rose my arms above my head and he lifted my dress and threw it onto the gray carpeted floor. My gaze moved to Vaughn, watching him loosen his tie and then shrug out of his tux jacket. Butterflies started to flutter in my stomach as I realized a fantasy I’d had for a few years was about to come true.
When I’d heard Flirting with Fire’s debut single on the radio, “Ghosts in the Flame,” I fell in love with the entire band. I searched for them on the internet and found out they were a local band that had only one album. I bought and downloaded their entire album onto my phone, and listened to it on repeat. All of the guys were cute in their own way, but as I stared at the black and white cover photo of them leaning on a brick wall, I zeroed in on the long-haired guitarist and instantly had a crush on him. I never would have thought that I would be in his bedroom at a sex club and in the process of everyone getting naked.
But I was.
After I was shed from my dress, I was left in nothing. I sat on the edge of the bed, watching both men take off their tuxedos. I grinned.
This was my life.
This was happening.
This was real.
When they were both as naked as I was, my smile widened. My pussy started to pulse, and my blood began to race. I had a hot firefighter and a sexy rock star standing in front of me, wanting me. Wanting to pleasure me. Wanting to fulfill all of my desires.
“You ready, Kiera?” Vaughn asked.
“Yes,” I whispered. I was almost speechless and could barely find my voice to answer his question.
Ward went to the other side of the bed, and it dipped as he moved behind me. A smile graced his lips as I looked behind me and started to lay back against the mattress. It assured me even more that he was okay with what was happening. He kissed me again, his tongue not waiting to stroke against mine as he leaned over me from behind. Four hands started to touch me: two on my breasts, and two against my thighs, parting them. I moaned when Vaughn’s tongue took its first taste.
“Damn, Ward. No wonder you haven’t shared this pussy before,” Vaughn stated.
“Tastes good, right?” Ward questioned as he broke our mouths apart.
“Fucking delicious.” Vaughn’s mouth returned to my center, licking up and then around my clit. I’d thought he was going to show me how good he was with his hands, but I had to admit, he was good with his tongue too.
The mattress moved again as Ward got off the bed. I didn’t know what he was doing until I tilted my head back in his direction. “Slide toward me and open your mouth, baby.”
I licked my lips. My husband’s six-foot frame was the perfect height for me to run my tongue along the underside of his cock as my head hung slightly over the edge of the mattress. My hands reached back and gripped his firm, bare ass, and before I knew it, my mouth was mimicking Vaughn’s as he continued to eat me, not missing a beat and drinking my arousal. Ward returned to kneading my breasts as he moved his hips back and forth so my tongue could work him.
When Vaughn inserted two fingers inside of me, I moaned, my mouth opening and Ward’s cock slid past my lips. He groaned.
“You want to know what Vaughn’s doing while he eats your pussy and you suck my dick?” Ward asked.
I nodded, not removing my mouth as I sucked and licked his length.
“His hand is on his cock, and he’s stroking it.”
I wanted to see. I wanted to get a good look at Vaughn, engrave it into my memory, because I wasn’t sure if this would be a one night only thing.
“You wanna taste his cum?” Ward asked. I nodded the best I could again, and Ward pulled out of my mouth with a pop sounding from my lips. “Then you better come because you’re not getting up until you do.”
My body was on fire, and with each passing second, I was getting closer and closer. I didn’t know if Vaughn had stopped stroking himself, but all of a sudden it was as though he too was focused on me coming because his fingers started to pump faster and faster. My hips started to move back and forth, riding his long fingers. Ward leaned over me, adding his own hand to my pussy, and it didn’t take long with Vaughn’s fingers deep inside of me, and two hands rubbing my clit vigorously for me to shatter, my body shaking with its release.
“Even better aroundmyfingers,” Vaughn stated, “and last time wasn’t nearly as good of a view.”
My mind raced with what he meant until it hit me that he definitely saw me come in the front row of his concert. “You saw.” It wasn’t a question.
“Yeah,” he replied as I rose up. “First time that has ever happened with me on stage.”
