Chapter 19
THE SEX LOTTERY
Ivy
“I think I’ll take care of her next orgasm.” Stefan’s smooth, seductive tone floats over me like warm honey. “But I wouldn’t mind a little assistance.”
“I got you,” Hayes says to his friend, like a good teammate.
Pretty sure these men have already devised a script for me, and it looks like the next scene has Hayes by my side on the couch, shifting my hair to the side, exposing my neck.
A shiver runs down my back while the ache in my core intensifies.
Before I know it, Hayes is kissing my neck, Stefan is kissing my mouth, and I never knew kissing could be like this.
I’m like any woman. Hell, any person. I melt under a good kiss. If a man can’t kiss, he needs to be shown the door. Some men, though, kiss like they’ve been gifted with a secret, a precious knowledge they must protect, and it’s this—most orgasms start first with a kiss.
My skin tingles as Hayes brushes his lips along my shoulder. My stomach swoops as Stefan explores my mouth, his tongue flicking against the corner, his lips traveling along mine.
He murmurs as he goes, a deep, masculine sound that thrums in my bones and makes me ache with need. I’m wriggling on his lap, hunting out more of the ridge of his thick cock, more of his mouth, more of this moment.
I never knew a kiss could be like this. It’s like I’m cocooned inside it, and with each passing second, any worries, any awkwardness dissolves.
Soon, I’m panting, moaning. Then, shuddering and closing my eyes as Stefan slides his big hands up my stomach, under the fabric of my cami, heading straight for my tits. When he cups them, he slides a thumb over my piercing. But he quickly tears himself away, and I snap my eyes open. “What is it?”
Stefan’s grin is wicked. “Hayes is a tits man. Since I’m a generous guy, I’m going to let him play with them first.”
“Okay,” I say, breathless.
“You’ll probably come when you touch these beauties,” Stefan says to Hayes, who growls against my neck, then bites down, nipping me like he can’t help it. Like the mention of my tits is just too much.
“You think so?” Hayes asks Stefan, with filthy excitement in his voice.
“I fucking love them. Bet you jerk off and come on her back.”
My head swims with dirty images. “That sounds so hot,” I blurt out.
Stefan laughs, clearly pleased with the scene he’s painting. “Yeah, I thought you’d like that. But have some patience, sweetheart.” He tilts his head, regards me, like he’s devising a new plan. “You’re a little exhibitionist, aren’t you?”
My lips part, but I say nothing. I feel caught. I’m just beginning to understand this side of myself. “I don’t know.”
“Let’s find out,” Hayes says, then drags his gaze away from me, turning his face to the floor-to-ceiling windows and the glittering lights of the city below. “Want to give the city a show?”
Hayes knows I do. I told him as much before he left to fetch his friend. But it’s empowering to say it out loud.
“Yes. I want that.”
Hayes lifts me off Stefan’s lap then brings me to the windows.
“Need this off now,” Hayes demands in a gruff tone, grabbing at my cami, tugging it over my head.
Stefan strolls over, stripping off his shirt as he walks.
After tossing it on the floor, he unbuttons the top button on his jeans.
When he reaches me, he tugs down my sleep shorts.
“Yessss,” he says, admiring my panties.
I didn’t come to Vegas expecting sex, so I’m wearing basic cotton undies—a pair of sky-blue low-rise panties. But they’re visibly wet. He kneels before me, sliding them down to my ankles, then off, while Hayes yanks off his shirt.
Hayes comes to my side, staring salaciously at my breasts, gaze lasered in on the right one with the silver barbell through it. “Been obsessed with this since the day I knew you had one,” he says, flicking it.
I moan. The chain reaction begins. Another flick, and I gasp louder.
“You’ll be obsessed with this too,” Stefan says, then tosses my panties up at him.
Oh.
Well.
I wasn’t expecting that either. Or for Hayes to bring my panties to his nose. He draws a deep, hungry inhale, then growls before he tosses them on the floor.
I’m even wetter, but I’m also the only one naked. And I feel…exposed. A little uncertain. They’re so good at this, and I’m such a rookie. “What are we doing now?” I ask, glancing at the glass next to me.
The city is lit up after dark. Even though it’s the middle of the night, cabs and cars cruise along the Strip, taking partiers to their next destinations, bringing others to the end of their evenings at last.
Across from us is the other tower to this hotel. Hayes spins me around. “Hands up against the window,” he tells me, then positions me in full view of Las Vegas. Stefan moves so he’s kneeling between me and the window.
I know what they’re going to do to me, and I’m so wet it’s obscene.
All of Vegas can see my naked body.
To anyone out there, I’m just another girl up against the glass.
To me, I’m finally a girl who’s wanted desperately.
Anyone can see how wanted I am. Anyone can watch us.
We’re far away from prying eyes. I don’t think peeping Toms could tell who we are—or that they’d care, frankly—but no doubt someone out there is walking past a window, doing a double take, calling over a friend or a partner, then whispering, “Hey, check that out across the Strip.”
Then, they’ll watch three people getting it on in full view.
Why does this idea excite me so much? Someone watching me?
Have I always been an exhibitionist and didn’t know it till I spotted Hayes on the rooftop?
Till he asked me my kink? Till Stefan walked into the chapel earlier tonight and unlocked it fully for me?
Have I subconsciously craved eyes on me this whole time?
I don’t know the answer. But the possibility that someone in the city of sin can see how much two men want me is electrifying. That’s not all though. I hope the world can tell how intoxicated I am on them.
Because I am simply drunk on this new desire.
Hayes moves my hair to the side of my shoulder and drags a finger down the back of my neck while Stefan kisses right above my knees.
“You’re making it hard to think,” I murmur.
Stefan dusts his lips to the inside of my thigh. “Don’t think. Just feel. Just let yourself be the greedy girl you are. That’s who you can be with us. Be that girl.”
God, I think I will. My whole body hums as Stefan kisses up my thighs while Hayes’s big hands come around and cup my tits.
The sound he makes is nothing I’ve ever heard before.
It’s a low, dirty rumble, masculine and demanding as he slides his thumb across my piercing, then bites out: “Do you have any idea how crazy this has made me since the equipment room?”
Did he see the outline through my shirt? I’m usually discreet in my bra choices. “You noticed it then?”
Stefan laughs from below, his hands sliding up my thighs, his face dangerously near my pussy. “Did it drive you insane?” Stefan asks Hayes. “I had a feeling you’d be obsessed with it.”
“Obsessed barely covers it,” Hayes rasps out, running his fingers along the metal.
“Why did you want me to have one?” I ask Hayes.
“Why do you have it?”
Feeling bold, I answer with, “Because it makes me feel so good when I play with my tits.”
Stefan growls a yes against my center.
“Fuuuuck,” Hayes grunts against my ear, then licks the lobe while pinching my pierced nipple.
Like they know exactly how to play their favorite instrument, Stefan presses a tantalizing kiss to my throbbing clit, sucking hard and making me grab his thick hair. But he stops abruptly, meeting my gaze with his hungry eyes. “You want me to eat this pussy, sweetheart?”
Um, yeah. “So badly,” I gasp.
“Then, play with your tits too. It’ll drive your husband even wilder.”
As Stefan kisses the inside of my thigh with whisper-soft lips, I cover Hayes’s hands and together, we play with my tits. Stefan is off to the races, licking right up my seam as Hayes squeezes my tits and devours my neck.
I groan, rocking against Stefan’s face from the doubling of my pleasure. My tits are like a direct connection to my clit, so everything is amplified.
While Stefan eats my pussy, Hayes and I work together to fondle and knead, pinch and squeeze.
The twin sensations of hands and tongue drive me wild.
The man on his knees laps me up like I’m the best thing he’s tasted in ages.
But soon, the pleasure is too intense for me to concentrate on playing with my breasts, so I let go, needing desperately to hold onto Stefan again.
I grab wildly at his hair, jerking him against my pussy, rocking into his mouth. My tits are Hayes’s playground, and he knows exactly what to do. He squeezes till the sounds coming from him, and me, and Stefan, are unreal. Groans and grunts, and animalistic cries.
My head is swimming with lust, my body pulsing, tensing. When Stefan draws my needy clit into his mouth one more time, I burst. I come so hard, it’s criminal, calling in a rapid chant, “Oh god, oh god, oh god.”
I’m sparking everywhere, barely able to stand as Stefan devours my orgasm. I can’t see straight. I don’t think I can stand much longer. I grip Stefan’s shoulders for dear life till my breathing finally settles and my pulse slows back down.
When I’ve recovered, Hayes scoops me up in his arms and carries me to the bed where he sets me down gently. He’s surprisingly tender. Climbing over me, Hayes kisses my hair, my cheek, my lips. I’m still murmuring and coming down from the high when he lets go and smacks the side of my ass.
Hard.
“Now, get on your hands and knees,” he orders.
Hayes moves off the bed, undoes his jeans and pushes them off, freeing his gorgeous cock.
But I barely get a moment to admire his length or the ink on his hip that I’ve been wanting to check out in more detail since he turns to Stefan, who’s busying himself grabbing a condom from his wallet in his jeans. “You almost ready?”
Stefan brandishes the protection. “Yup.”