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When I see a sign for a rooftop nightclub, I take both of their hands and guide them toward the signs that lead us up a special elevator. As we reach the door, one of the bouncers eyes me appreciatively as Hunter steps in front, squeezing me between him and Drake. After we enter the club, he takes us straight to the bar.
Drake is staying close behind me, and I feel his hand brush my waist, almost as if he wants to show me affection in public too. It’s funny to think just a few days ago we were nervous about even kissing, but now we can barely keep our hands off each other.
After two rounds of shots, they both seem so much more relaxed. The club isn’t too crowded, but the dance floor is a gyrating mass of bodies moving to the heavy beat of the music.
“I want to dance,” I announce, grabbing both of their hands and dragging them into the throng. I can feel their hesitation, and I didn’t exactly plan this, but I couldn’t just take one and leave the other. Either one of them would be mauled alive by these women, if I left them unattended, and tonight, I’m feeling just as territorial as they are.
I pull them deep into the crowd, the alcohol already starting to make me more fearless. As I start to dance, I loop my arms around Hunter’s neck and grind my body against his to the beat. He stares into my eyes as we dance, and I feel Drake’s body lightly touching mine. Pulling one arm away from my husband, I reach for the man behind me, tugging him closer until I’m swallowed up by their bodies.
We dance for so long, I lose track of time. I only feel their touch and the music until I’m lost in the sensation of them. Hunter pulls me in for a hot kiss, his hand around my lower back as he grinds against me. I feel how hard he is for me and I pull myself even closer. The anticipation for what’s to come is overwhelming.
When I pull away from his kiss, I feel Drake’s presence behind me. Turning my head, I find his lips next. He kisses me the same way, hot and needy, as he presses his arousal against my back.
They have me squeezed so tightly between them I can hardly breathe.
Across the dance floor, I feel more than one pair of eyes scrutinizing us. I’m sure they’re thinking some pretty deplorable things about me, but I don’t care. Maybe being around the girls at the club, like Mia and Eden, has finally gone to my head. An older version of myself might have been embarrassed by strangers labeling me a whore or a slut, but I don’t care. In fact, I like it. I like the idea of people knowing that both of these men are mine. That I didn’t have to choose—and neither do they.
“Let’s get the fuck out of here.” Hunter growls into my ear, and then his eyes find Drake’s and they stare at each other for a long, heavy moment.
Suddenly I’m being whisked away, and I don’t even fight it. I want what they want just as badly. The walk back to our own hotel goes by in a blur until we’re in the hotel elevator headed up to our room. And I don’t want to wait anymore.
The moment the elevator door closes us in, I’m in Drake’s arms. Pulling his face down to mine, I latch onto his lips, and he growls in response, his hands going down to my ass, squeezing it hard as he drags my body roughly against his.
Hunter crowds me from behind, taking a handful of my hair and pulling me away from Drake’s kiss, stealing my mouth with his own. Pain lances through me from his grip on my scalp, but it only intensifies the pleasure. Just as the elevator comes to a stop, he mutters darkly against my lips, “Let’s get one thing clear. I’m not interested in watching tonight.”
My eyes widen as I stare at him. Does this mean…he wants me to himself? The idea fills me with dread. Not that I don’t love my husband and want to be with him, but my heart is so attached to the thought of having them both.
Then as the doors open, he stares at Drake as he says, “Let’s go.”
And I’m filled with relief as he drags me off the elevator to the front door. Hunter pulls out his key card, and Drake is behind me, kissing my neck and shoulder. We are a tangle of hands and bodies and mouths as the three of us stumble into our room.
My mouth is on Hunter’s as Drake tears off his own shirt and begins unbuckling his pants. I’m quickly undoing each of Hunter’s buttons as he starts on his own pants. As soon as they are in just their boxers, they both reach for the hem of my dress.
In all of their frenzy, I feel the pop of a stitch. “The zipper! The zipper!” I yell, pointing to the back. This might have been myfuck medress, but I love it too much to let it be destroyed by our passion. Slowly, Drake eases down the zipper at the back, kneeling as he does, letting his lips meet every vertebra of my spine on his way down.
Then, I’m standing in only my black panties and lace bra. Drake is still peppering my lower half with delicate kisses as Hunter focuses solely on my mouth. I reach into Hunter’s boxers, desperate to have his arousal in my hands. He hums a deep and gravelly sound of approval as I stroke him. Behind me, Drake works his way up my body, and I reach for him with my other hand.
As my hand wraps around his cock, I remember just how insane this is; I keep going back and forth from this being totally natural and normal and it being wrong in every way.
Drake puts a hand on the back of my neck and steers my mouth toward his, stealing my mouth in a rough kiss. Their fingers roam my body until I don’t know whose are whose. My bra comes off while I’m back to kissing Drake, then someone pinches the tight bud of my nipple, sending a blast of arousal to my core.
Ineedthem.
With each of their cocks still in my hands, I drop to my knees between them. One at a time, I slip their boxers all the way down and continue stroking their impressive lengths. Gazing up at their hungry expressions, I pull Hunter to my mouth first. Keeping the other hand moving on Drake, I lick a wet circle around the head of my husband’s cock before swallowing him down until he reaches the back of my throat and I start to gag. Leaving his shaft nice and wet, I jump over to Drake’s and do the same.
Their filthy groans fill the hotel room as I go back and forth between them, teasing them and keeping them wanting more. Then, looking back up again, I pull their cocks toward each other’s, and I hear one of them gasp as they slide together, slick with my saliva.
I know Drake is still mad at Hunter, and I don’t want to force him into anything he doesn’t want to do, but I also know it’s a delicate balance right now, and one little move might be enough to push these two over the edge and past their respective hang-ups.
Apparently, that one little touch of their cocks was enough because when I look back up, Drake’s hand is on Hunter’s hip. It’s enough to have those butterflies in my belly going wild.
I pull them both toward my mouth again, fitting the heads of their cocks against my tongue and trying to fit them both in as much as I can. Their groans get louder, and I feel someone’s hands in my hair.
“Goddamn, Red. You look so fucking good taking our cocks like that,” Hunter says in a low, raspy growl.
“She likes two cocks. Don’t you, baby?” Drake asks.
“Sheneedstwo cocks,” my husband replies.
