Chapter 10 Filthy
FILTHY
Poppy
What the hell is happening right now? I’m sandwiched between two men on the dance floor, one grinding his package into my stomach and the other against my back. My body is on fricking fire. This is so not me. I’m in public for crying out loud.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” Warren rumbles into my ear while devouring my neck. His hot breath, his tongue, his lips—all feel amazing.
Braden’s kiss puts me in sensory overload. I’m in a haze of lust and so wound up with this many sensations that I can’t focus on anything. And that’s when hands start wandering.
The one on my side comes around and palms my breast, massaging and grazing the nipple. My hips press forward, naturally searching for more, when the hand on my hip is suddenly lifting my skirt, dipping between my legs.
My core pulses in anticipation of what’s coming, and as soon as I feel the first touch, I can’t help the moan that escapes.
Thank God it’s too dark for anyone to notice anything other than the three of us dancing, because I don’t have the strength to stop what’s happening.
Not when I’ve been craving it for weeks.
Fingers start circling my clit, driving me wild, and I pull back from Braden to breathe.
He wastes no time moving to the opposite side of my neck as Warren.
My head lifts toward the ceiling in ecstasy as we sway to the music, while I’m touched and kissed.
The sensations are overwhelming, and I’m powerless to prevent the approaching orgasm.
My hips jerk forward when it hits, and my head drops to Braden’s shoulder as I ride it out.
“Fuck that was hot,” Braden says in my ear, while Warren asks if I’m ready for another drink.
All I can do is nod before they slowly lead me from the dance floor.
My head hangs in shame at the sudden realization of what I just allowed them to do.
I can only pray we weren’t spotted by Justin and Lucy, which is highly probable.
Though my hope lifts when they’re already at the table with fresh drinks.
“Hey, I ordered you the same drink since we left them unattended. I hope that’s okay,” Lucy says as we take our seats.
“That’s great, thank you,” I reply a little too enthusiastically, because Lord knows, I could use it right now.
I can’t even make eye contact with either man beside me. They must think I’m a total whore. I mean, who does that—lets two men grope and make out with her on the dance floor? Certainly not me… before tonight. Oh my God. Now what?
“Let’s finish this one, and then it’s our turn to dance. No boys allowed next time,” Lucy says and holds her glass up to toast.
In full support, I eagerly meet hers with mine, then take down half the fresh lemon drop at once.
While the rest of the table makes conversation, I’m stuck in my head panicking, sipping my cocktail like it’s the cure.
The next thing I know, my drink is gone and Lucy’s grabbing my hand, yanking me out of the chair.
“Come on, Poppy. Let’s leave them to their boring work and go dance.” She drags me out of my seat. “Let’s stop in the bathroom first,” she says, pulling me in that direction.
The minute we’re inside, she turns on me. “What’s going on with you three? I thought there was something between you and Braden earlier, but then I saw you guys on the dance floor. Was that what I think it was?”
“What did you think it was?” I ask with a slight panic in my voice.
“A sexy man sandwich is what it looked like. I’m honestly a little jealous right now.”
I laugh in relief, deciding to tell her the truth and get her advice.
“Well, Braden and I had a fling at the wedding, and it was supposed to be a one-time thing, but he’s been relentless.
Then Warren showed up, and when he came up behind me, one thing led to another.
Now I feel like a total slut.” I drop my head into my hands and groan.
Lucy grabs my shoulders, and I look up to a stern face. “You are not a slut. You are one lucky bitch is what you are. That was fricking hot. So hot, I’m ready to go and have wild sex with Justin while imagining it. Damn girl. So what now? Are you going home with them?”
“As in plural? Uh, that would be a no.”
“Why not?” she asks incredulously.
“Because that kind of thing doesn’t happen.”
“I’m pretty sure it does.”
“Well, it’s not supposed to.”
“Says who?”
“Says everyone.”
“Bullshit. You can do whatever you want with whoever you want. I wouldn’t think twice if I were you. You might never have another chance.”
“I didn’t know I needed one. Normal people don’t do that.”
“Again, says who? Poppy, seriously, do you realize how hot that is?” She sees my hesitancy. “But, hey, don’t let me pressure you. You shouldn’t do it if you don’t want to. You do you.”
“Thanks. I guess it’s not something I’ve thought about before.”
“Then stop thinking and do what feels right. Or good rather.” She winks, causing us to laugh.
“Now let’s go dance our asses off and give them something to drool over.”
After using the bathroom, we lose ourselves on the dance floor for who knows how long, until the guys run out of patience and join us.
It doesn’t slip into rated R this time, but they definitely don’t keep their hands to themselves.
I start to loosen up, enjoying them together instead of overthinking, and by the time we return to the table, I’m grinning from ear to ear.
Braden leans in. “That looks good on you.”
“What does?”
He reaches up and brushes his thumb along my bottom lip. “This.” Then he kisses me chastely before taking his seat.
“It’s getting late. I think we’re gonna head out after this drink,” Justin says after another round is ordered.
I’m still in a daze from Braden’s comment.
“Sounds like a great plan to me. Poppy?” Braden places his hand on my thigh, bringing me out of my stupor.
“Yeah. I’m ready. You guys wore me out.”
Warren leans over and whispers in my ear. “Not yet, we haven’t.”
My cheeks heat as I catch Lucy watching. Her face tells me exactly what she’s thinking, and I’m shocked to discover my mind moving in the same direction.
Once our drinks are finished, we all exit the club and say our goodbyes.
Apparently, we’re giving Warren a ride home, so the three of us pile into the back of the town car.
Braden comes in last after telling Blake where to go, and when the door closes, the sexual tension is so thick you could cut it with a knife.
As we drive away, Warren wraps his hand around my neck and pulls me toward him. “I’ve been dying for a turn all night,” he says before his mouth crashes into mine.
His kiss is more aggressive than Braden’s, his lips slightly smaller but just as powerful, spreading me open for more. Not that he’s forcing his way in by any means, since I’m eagerly matching his every move.
“So it’s my turn back here then?” I hear Braden from behind as my hair is brushed to the side, and his lips graze my neck.
While Warren cups my breast, Braden’s hand reaches between my legs and probes my aching core. “Ah fuck, sugar, you’re soaking wet.”
Warren breaks from the kiss. “I can’t wait for a taste. See for myself how sweet you are.”
“You want that, Mouse? Warren to lick your needy pussy… make you come on his tongue?” Braden asks seductively. It’s not words that answer, it’s the moan that leaks out along with the reaction my body makes of its own accord. My hips thrust into Braden’s hand as he rubs my clit.
“Yeah, you do. Your pussy’s begging for it. Turns out my little mouse is filthy,” Braden says while pressing a finger inside, causing me to gasp at the intrusion.
“Damn right she is,” Warren adds. “I’m ready to see how dirty we can get her. We headed to your place?”
I’m assuming he’s talking to Braden, but I’m too distracted by their hands to pay attention as my head falls back in ecstasy.
“Give us another one, Mouse. We’re not leaving the car until you come all over my hand.” Braden licks my ear and nibbles the lobe.
“You better hurry, babe, we’re getting close, and I need a sample.” Warren’s hand joins Braden’s, and I feel another finger added.
Holy shit, they’re both inside of me at once. My body detonates in no time, and I cry out as the most intense orgasm roars to life.
“Oh my God. Ahhh…”
“That’s a good girl,” Braden whispers into my ear as he caresses my forehead, causing my core to clench harder.
“We’re lucky fuckers tonight,” Warren says to Braden.
“You’re damn lucky I’m sharing,” Braden responds.
“True that.” Warren removes his hand and licks his finger before sucking it clean. “Fuck, man, she’s delicious. Damn lucky, is right.”
Somehow, they help my lifeless body into Braden’s place with not much assistance from me. I’m sitting on the couch watching them in the kitchen while they pour wine.
They’ve given no opportunity for doubt to creep in, and for some reason, it still doesn’t come.
They’re seamless in their movements and technique, which suggests they’ve done this before.
I should probably be worried about that…
or jealous. But right now, I just want more, even if I don’t quite understand what that means.
Although I’m pretty sure I don’t need to worry about anything with these two. I’m sure they’ll take the lead, and I’ll eagerly follow, because, like Lucy said, do what feels good. And if what happened on the way here is any indication, they know how to deliver.
Braden
I was honestly surprised Poppy didn’t hesitate when I suggested we go to my place. She’s been quiet since we arrived and still hasn’t said anything. Whether she’s doubting her decision is yet to be seen, but we’re about to find out.
Warren and I are in the kitchen, with a view of Poppy sitting on the couch through the archway. I’m stealthy as I pull him aside to clarify who’s running the show tonight.
“If we’re doing this, we’re doing it my way.”
“Since when? Normally, you like me taking charge.”
“Not this time. I’m calling the shots,” I say sternly.