Chapter 1 #3
I nodded. “The story you started to tell last night … about the threesome. You never finished it.”
Jase’s gaze darkened. “Do you want all the details?”
Before I could respond, Dylan leaned in, his lips brushing my ear, and whispered, “I have a better idea.”
I closed my eyes, and let out a breath. “What’s that?”
“We could show you.” He pressed a gentle kiss to my neck, sending another tremor through me.
My eyes widened. “Here?”
Jase smirked. “Not unless you want to make headlines.”
I shook my head. “Probably better to go somewhere with fewer witnesses.”
I led them across the grass and into the house, hoping no one saw me ditching the party.
They followed me up the stairs without a word, our footsteps on the hardwood the only sound in that part of the house. Once inside my room, I closed the door behind us and leaned against it, my pulse thundering in my ears.
Dylan moved first. His hand slid along my jaw, tilting my face up to his before he kissed me. It was nothing like the teasing kisses from the night before. This was deeper and more intense. As his tongue brushed mine, my legs grew unsteady.
Jase came up beside me and trailed his fingers down my side, leaving goosebumps blooming across my skin.
“I told Dylan you’d prefer a firsthand experience over story time.” His lips skimmed the shell of my ear as he spoke.
I pulled back and managed a shaky laugh. “So you two have been planning this behind my back?”
Dylan’s mouth curved into a wicked smile. “Princess, you’re all we’ve been able to talk about since we met you last night.”
Jase moved to look me in the eyes. “Obviously, we want you, but there’s no pressure or expectations. You say stop, and we stop. What you want is the most important thing.”
From anyone else, especially the fuck boys I was used to, I would’ve written that off as just another line meant to get me out of my clothes.
But with Dylan and Jase, it seemed they were really making the moment all about me, and not because of my name or what being seen with me might do for their reputations.
And that was something I hadn’t felt in a long time.
“I want this,” I stated. “I want you. Both of you.”
Dylan’s breath brushed my neck. “That’s what we wanted to hear.” He eased me away from the door, guiding me farther into my bedroom. The sheer curtains billowed in the breeze from the cracked window. His fingertips traced the strap of my dress. “Can I?”
I nodded.
He lowered one, then the other. Behind me, I felt Jase slide the zipper down. The bodice loosened, and, eventually, the whole garment fell away, pooling at my feet. The cool ocean air on my bare skin made my nipples tighten under the lace of my bra.
Dylan’s mouth brushed mine again, slower this time, and I could taste a hint of beer on his tongue. His hands slid into my hair, and I fisted the front of his shirt with one hand. With my other hand, I reached behind me to hold onto Jase as his lips found a sensitive spot on the base of my neck.
“Need you on the bed,” Jase murmured.
The three of us stumbled to the edge of the mattress. Dylan sat first, then pulled me between his legs, his hands gripping my waist. Jase stayed behind me, his palms skating up my stomach until he cupped my breasts.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” Jase said, his thumbs grazing my nipples.
My back arched, and I closed my eyes.
“You like his hands on you, Princess?” Dylan asked, his fingers toying with the waistband of my lace thong.
“Maybe.” I glanced at the man sitting in front of me, then looked over my shoulder. “Wait a second. Why am I the only one who’s lost any clothes?”
Dylan smirked. “You want a show?”
“A little equality would be nice,” I shot back, tugging his shirt.
Jase laughed softly. “Whatever you want.”
Dylan kicked off his shoes then got up while Jase started unbuttoning his shirt. In mere seconds, they stood nearly naked in front of me, their boxer briefs the only thing hiding their erections, and my mouth went dry.
“Better?” Jase questioned.
“Getting there.” I shrugged, trying to play it cool.
Dylan dropped back onto the bed, this time lying down and taking me with him. We continued to kiss while Jase dragged my panties down my thighs.
His fingers circled my entrance while Dylan reached for my hand and guided it to the front of his briefs, letting me feel how hard he was for me.
“You’re so wet for us.” Jase laid beside me and lightly nipped the side of my neck before sliding a finger inside me.
My head dropped onto Dylan’s shoulder as I rocked back against Jase. As if he knew exactly what I needed, Jase finger-fucked me deeper.
Dylan took the opportunity to push his boxer briefs off.
“Ready for more?” Jase gritted out, sounding as if he was barely hanging on by a thread.
“Yes. Give it to me,” I begged. I glanced over my shoulder as Jase grabbed his jeans from the floor and pulled a condom from one of the pockets. I arched a brow. “Oh, so you thought this was a sure thing?”
His lips twitched. “Not a sure thing. Just hopeful as hell it would happen.”
While he tore open the condom, I shifted my attention to Dylan’s hard cock. His chest rose and fell quickly; his gaze locked on me, watching to see what I’d do next.
I didn’t make him wait.
I slid between his legs, my ass in the air, and pressed my palm along the length of him.
He sucked in a breath. “Faye …”
Leaning forward, I ran my tongue slowly along the underside of his shaft and watched his jaw clench.
That smug feeling of driving him crazy quickly faded when I felt the mattress dip behind me.
One of Jase’s hands skimmed my hip, and I felt him use his other hand to line up his dick with my needy pussy.
He entered me in one agonizingly slow push. “Damn, you feel amazing,” he rasped.
As he began to thrust, I fisted the base of Dylan’s cock and took him into my mouth. Each time Jase jerked forward, the motion forced me to swallow Dylan deeper, creating a perfect rhythm among the three of us.
My body didn’t know where to focus, so I let go and allowed every delicious sensation wash over me.
When I looked up at Dylan, he brushed his thumb over my cheek. “That feels so fucking good,” he said, his voice strained.
I hollowed my cheeks and worked him faster as Jase’s pace picked up, sending heat curling low in my belly.
“Tell me you’re close,” Jase pleaded. “I want to feel you fall apart.”
I nodded and dug my nails into Dylan’s thighs as he bumped against the back of my throat.
“Holy shit,” he groaned. “I’m about to come.”
Instead of letting up, I swirled my tongue around the head while Jase reached around to my front, his fingers finding my clit. I cried out around Dylan but didn’t pull my mouth away.
“That’s it,” Jase coaxed. “Come for us.”
My orgasm hit hard. My legs began to tremble, and a scream tore from my throat, muffled by Dylan’s cock.
“Fuck, Faye,” Jase panted, and with one last hard thrust, he spilled into the condom.
“I’m right there, Princess. Don’t stop,” Dylan warned.
My lips tightened around him, and that was all he needed. His body arched off the bed as he shot hot, thick cum into my mouth, and I swallowed every last drop.
Jase fell onto his back on the bed, and I collapsed between the two of them.
When I finally caught my breath, I glanced at my phone on the nightstand. “Shit,” I blurted, sitting up.
Jase propped himself up on an elbow. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s almost time,” I said, scrambling to find my dress. “Rhett’s about to propose to Fallon, and I can’t miss it.”