I smirk back at him and place one hand on his chest, rubbing his nipple through his shirt.
Huh.
It’s a nice shirt, actually. Slightly fancier than his usual button downs, with a silky texture that shimmers in the flickering lights. His dark pants are nice too, tight in all the right ways. I look over my shoulder at River, and I realize he’s dressedin club gear too—tight pants, tight shirt, his hair styled with more gel than usual.
“You got dressed up for me,” I say, but of course my words are lost in the music.
Asch tilts his head, not looking like he caught the words, but he doesn’t yell at me to repeat myself. Instead, he follows my lead, one of his hands starting to ghost its way along my body. The touch gets firmer when he reaches my breast, squeezing it lightly while he thumbs my nipple through the tight dress.
I lick my lip and lean into the touch. River steps closer, making my ass brush against his crotch, and I pointedly thrust back.
I can’t hear anything over the music, but I imagine that he’s groaning as he grabs my other hip and grinds against my ass. His cock is getting hard, more and more prominent against my body as he grips the hip Asch had let go of to pull me closer to him.
I crane my neck to look at River, and he leans in to capture my mouth. I moan against his lips—then again when Asch squeezes my breasts and starts sucking on my neck.
We’re in the middle of the dance floor, with hundreds of bodies around us, but we might as well be alone. My entire body vibrates with desire, with that steady beat of music that seems to thump in time with our breaths.
They came for me.
They want me.
Asch’s teeth graze my throat before he goes back to licking and sucking on the skin. He’s abandoned the pretense of dancing, focused instead on me. Behind me, so has River, whose hand slides from my hip to my waist then farther down, until he’s toying with the bottom hem of my short dress.
He wouldn’t. Not here.
A thrill runs through me.
I reach for River’s hand and encourage it further. His large, hot hand cups my pussy, and he rubs it through the fabric of my lacy panties.
“Do it!” I shout into the music.
River kisses the other side of my neck even as his fingers slide beneath my panties. Asch’s body is shielding us from view, but even if it wasn’t, I’d still do the same thing.
I’d stillwantthe same thing.
Asch doesn’t stop kissing along my throat, his hands squeezing my breasts and teasing my nipples while River’s fingers work magic.
He rubs my clit insistently, expertly. Hard to believe this is the same guy who’d refused to eat me out. He’s so confident in his movements, I wonder how many women he’s practiced with.
Better for them if I never learn their names.
I place my hand on Asch’s neck and dig my nails into his skin, making him shudder.
He nips my throat again, one of his hands sliding down my body. He reaches for my hand, placing it on his erection, and I squeeze his cock through his pants hard enough to make him groan. I can’t hear it, but I can feel it against my skin.
I can smell them too, both of their unique scents. Their sweat, Asch’s cologne, River’s deodorant that he’d started using after I told him I liked the smell.
He’s been mine since forever, hasn’t he?
My eyes flutter as the pleasure builds inside of me.
It’s River’s turn to nip at my throat, biting down in a line along my neck as his fingers coax so much pleasure out of me that I’m surprised everyone around us can’t hear my moans even above the sound of the music.
Asch kisses me again, his hand still atop mine. He only releases my wrist when I start to run my fingers along his cock.
I undo the button and zipper so I can slip my hand inside.
He doesn’t complain.
