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Trine
Idon’t know what I’m thinking. This seems insane. I don’t know what I’m doing.
But then…fuck, I mean, they’re both so gorgeous. It would be stupid of me to turn this opportunity down, particularly when I know they aren’t going to be in my life for long.
Fuck it.
If they used me, then I’m going to use them right back. If this is a game, then it’s the first time I’ve been in a position to win. And I intend to take advantage of it.
I’m going to have as much fun as I can, considering how fucked up everything is.
If I wait too long, if I am not going to see these men ever again, then I need to take advantage of it. I press my face against Rei's again, my lips hard against his mouth. He breathes softly into me as I pull away from him, my hands still on the fabric of his shirt. When I pull away, he curls a finger under my chin and looks right into my eyes. "You're so fucking beautiful," he says. "I can't wait to bend you over and taste every part of you."
"You'll have to share," I reply.
He smiles at me and my heart flutters in my chest. "Well, I've never been selfish," he says. "And if I get to see you come several times in one night, it's all the better for me."
I laugh under my breath as he wraps his hand around the back of my head and holds me close to him, kissing me hard again, until we're both completely out of breath.
"Do you want me to drive back to the hotel?"
He shakes his head. "Let's get a car instead," he says. "I don't want to take my eyes off you."
"You can look at me while I drive."
"Right, but it might be too distracting to finger you while you do it. Wouldn't want us to get in an accident."
I throw my head back and bite down on my lower lip to stop myself from moaning. His hand is on my thigh, his fingers splayed, and he's inching them closer to me. "I wish you'd worn a skirt," he says into my ear. "Make it easier for me to press my fingers against your clit."
"Maybe we can wait until we get to the hotel," I say, but I don't want him to wait. I want him to take me right then and there, I want him to press his fingers into me and make me scream in this full restaurant.
He pulls away from me, raking his teeth along my pulse again, his hand stilling over my legs. I watch as he grabs his phone and swipes his fingers over the app, as he calls for a car with his free hand, and I smile at him as his eyes shimmer. “There,” he says. He throws a fifty down on the table, grabs my hand, and pulls me away from where we’re sitting.
He pulls me toward a spot between the outside sitting area, just so that we’re out of the way of the door, and kisses me again, wrapping his arms around my waist. Our bodies are flush together and I can feel his erection against me. From what I can tell, he’s as excited as I am. Maybe more.
He pulls away from me for a second, chewing on his lower lip as he does. He shakes his head, taking his glasses off and wiping them on the sleeve of his bomber jacket. They’ve clearly gotten fogged up as we’ve been kissing. I take a step toward him so I can kiss him again, but he shakes his head.
“Not yet,” he says. “You keep kissing me like that and it’s going to mess with my performance.”
“I don’t think there are any issues with your performance.”
He puts his hand in front of his face. “Okay, you probably need to stop talking as well,” he says. “You keep talking like that, and you’re going to make it go to my head.”
I smile. “Which head?”
“Stop,” he says. “Are you trying to kill me?”
“No,” I reply, my gaze flitting down between his face and his pants. He’s crossing his arms over his chest, leaning against the wall. “I can’t just kill you by talking. No matter how hard I try.”
“You can do a lot of things by talking,” he says.
“Oh, like what?”
His eyes narrow a bit. “I don’t know. Do you want to try and see how far you can push it?”
I purse my lips and shake my head, taking a step closer to him so I can stand on my tiptoes. I speak into his ear as softly as I can, just loud enough for him to hear me. I know my breath is tickling his skin. “What do you want me to talk about?” I ask. “Do you want me to talk about how I much I want to suck your dick while Misha fucks me? Or maybe you want to eat my ass again while your friend fucks my pussy?”
He wraps his arm around my waist, leaning down so he can talk softly into my ear. “In this scenario, why am I not fucking you?”
“You can take turns.”
He laughs into my ear again. “Okay,” he says. “It’s good to know that you are trying to kill me.”
“What are you gonna do about it?” I ask, sticking my tongue out at him.
He smiles at me, his arm draped over my shoulder, just in line with my nipple. He’s not touching me yet, but he’s so close I can feel the heat rolling off his skin. “I’m going to teach you that you shouldn’t play with fire,” he says. “Not unless you want to get burned.”
