“Hey, hot stuff,” Jack whispered closely in my ear, close enough to hear over the loud music.
“Hey.” I pulled away from him and bit my lip hard, letting him know exactly what kind of mood I was in.
“You looking for another show like we put on earlier? But this time wedon’tput our clothes back on?”
“Oh, that soundsgood….”I leaned right over, arching my back hard and pushing my chest toward Flint. Jack kept me upright in his arms, but I couldn’t help notice it wasn’t me he was staring at.
There was so much tension in that look they shared. So much unspoken desire, and I was slap bang in the middle of it. I felt like a raft in a tempest, but I was more than ready to be washed away or to crash against something hard. I was ready to be wrecked by them both.
Jack span me away, sending me reeling into Flint’s arms. He caught me with a smile, wrapping himself around me until there was no space between us. I couldn’t take any more. I had to have him.Now.I had to havebothof them.
Without warning, without thought or hesitation, I grabbed the back of Flint’s head and pulled him close. Our lips collided with a passion that shocked him, but he didn’t fight, resist, or pull away.
With his friend’s hand snaking behind me, stroking and cupping my ass in public, Flint’s tongue sought mine.
Between two hot strangers with everyone watching and music thumping through me, I was inheaven.
Eight - Flint
The moment her lips touched mine, I knew I was in trouble.Deeptrouble.
All my restraint, all my self-control vanished, just like that. I was now completely, utterly, and totally under her spell. Whatever she wanted to do, I would do. Even if that meant making good on Jack’s promise to give her a ‘show.’ I had to admit, the idea was turning me on the more I thought about it.
While lost to the sheer heat and passion of her kiss, I couldn’t help but sneak a glance at Jack. He was watching everything, still nodding along to the beat, and just as eager as I was.
He shot me the thumbs-up, like the fantastic wingman he always was. But there was something different in his expression this time. Was it… a fear of missing out? It was in that moment that I realized Jack was as serious about something happening between us as he said he was. He wasn’t joking, and it wasn’t just banter—he wanted to fuck me.
The revelation sent a surge of pure lust through me, turning that dull ache between my legs that had nagged me all night into a full-on, uncomfortable need. I couldn’t take it anymore.
Sage pulled away, her eyes dancing with desire, her body pressed against mine. She’d worked up quite a sweat dancing and grinding so hard against me—we all had, but it only made her even more irresistible. I wondered how she might look after we’d made her work so hard in the bedroom.
I wanted to see her splayed out in front of me, her hair a mess, and her chest rising with expectant breaths.
I wanted her thighs open wide, inviting me between them, inviting me to share something unforgettable.
I also wanted Jack in the same way. I wanted to watch him moan, and for him to make me moan. I wanted him to direct me, show me what he wanted, and make him feel pleasure we’d never shared before.
It was too much. I was done with dancing, skinny dipping, teasing,allof it. Something had to happen, and it had to happennow.
“I think we need to get out of here.”
“Do we? Why?” Sage pouted and cocked her hip. It was clear she was loving the power she held over both of us.
She was in charge of it all, up until this point. She was setting the pace, the mood, everything. It was time to wrestle some control back.
“This is why….” I grabbed her hand and directed it toward the significant bulge in the front of my clothing.
“Oh! That feels like… something I should do something about.” She left her hand there, squeezing ever so slightly and purring.
I groaned into her touch, immediately regretting ‘taking charge.’ I couldn’t be less in control if I tried. I was literally in the palm of her hand, and would do anything she said.Anything.
“Having fun here?” Jack moved closer, his eyes wide as he watched our little exchange.
Christ, between Sage’s hand on my junk and Jack’s mischievous glances, I swear I was about to make a mess right here in public on the dance floor. It was time for decisive action.
“Where can we go? I… I need something to happen.” The words were strangled with desire, but forceful enough to let them both know I was done playing. I needed them both, and I needed them now.
“My hostel isn’t far from here, if that’s of any interest to you?” Sage let go of me, signing off with one more teasing squeeze.
