25. Gabriel #2
“Yay! More for me.” She quickly grabs the shot glass before I can stop her and downs it.
“Vixen,” I warn.
“I know, I know. No more now.” She rolls her eyes then perks up. “Ooh! I love this song! Let’s dance.”
She crawls over my lap, pecking my lips before standing outside the VIP booth we have back here in the club. Despite our last-minute decision to come out, I happened to know the owner, and he got us on the list when I called in a favor.
“Come on. Come, come. I want to feel you guys pressed up against me.” She reaches for my hand and practically pulls me out of the seat.
I stand at her side with a chuckle as she looks back at Noah, who still hasn’t moved despite her energetic demands. “Babe? You coming? I can’t dance with only one of you, I want both my boyfriends with me.” She pouts out her lip dramatically.
He smirks and shakes his head. “How can I say no to that.” He finally stands, leaving his drink behind and taking her free hand as she drags us to the dance floor.
She stops us right in the center, sweaty bodies surrounding us.
This is the third time she’s pulled us out to dance.
Well, actually, the first time she wanted to go alone, but there was no way we were letting that happen.
Even now, I spot all the hungry male eyes roaming over her body, and it makes my jealousy spike.
She squeezes her body between us, Noah at her back and me at her front, as she begins to sway to the music with her eyes closed.
The music enchanting her body, like a cobra drawn to a sensual melody.
My hands are on her hips, while Noah has one on the outside of her thigh and the other along her ribcage.
A hand suddenly trails up my arm from the back, making its way to my shoulder before a warm, booze-induced breath fans my ear, tongue coming out to lick the shell of my ear.
“Hey, Gabe. I’ve missed you,” the feminine voice says in my ear. Her other hand trails around my hip and slithers between mine and Ronnie’s body, seconds away from grabbing my crotch.
I move my head to the side, away from the woman’s mouth, just as my Vixen’s eyes snap open, likely having felt an extra hand that shouldn’t be there. Rage flicks through her eyes as she takes in the woman rubbing herself against my back and where her hands are placed.
She grips the woman’s hands painfully enough to make her cry out and throws them to the side. “Don’t fucking touch him! He’s not yours!” Ronnie yells at her.
“Fucking psycho!” the woman screeches, holding her wrist before stomping away.
I wipe my ear, then smile at my girl, who’s still following the woman with her angry eyes. “My little psycho.”
“I hate them. I hate them, Gabe. I hate that everywhere we go women throw themselves at you both. Call you by your names like they personally know you because they most likely do.” There’s a sense of sadness and defeat in her voice that instantly dims my mood and makes the smile on my face vanish.
“I’m sorry, baby. I wish there was something I could do to make them back off.” I cup her cheek as Noah rubs up and down her thighs.
“Make me yours, Gabriel. Both of you.” She looks back at Noah then returns to me. “I’m tired of everyone thinking you’re still single. I want the world to know that you’re both mine. That I’m yours. Make me yours.”
I bring my second hand up, caging her face as I capture her lips with mine, savoring the taste of tequila, cherry, and her. She moans into my mouth when my tongue swipes against her lips, begging them to open for me. Her hands clutch my shirt, pulling me in for more.
A strong, rough hand takes hold of my wrist, pulling my hand away from Ronnie’s face. I pull back and open my eyes, taking note that it’s just Noah, waiting patiently for his turn. Or not so patiently. He grabs her chin, tilting her face to the side and swallowing her next hums of pleasure.
I press my leg between her thighs as she grinds herself down on it.
My hands roam over her body, from her thighs, up her waist, over her pebbled nipples that poke through the fabric of her dress.
God, I want to lean in and capture one between my teeth.
But that’s not very appropriate to do in public, and I don’t want anyone else getting a view of my Vixen.
Noah’s hand releases her chin, sliding down the slope of her neck until it rests at the base, where he then lightly circles it, gaining a whimper from her beautifully swollen lips.
Ronnie rocks herself harder against us, heated pussy against my thigh and greedy ass against Noah’s erection, which I’m sure is painfully hard if he’s as affected by her as I am.
She places one arm behind my head and the other behind his, turning her face to mine to kiss me again, then back to him.
I can feel a humid spot forming on my leg from how wet she is.
Hell, even I’m slowly leaking in my boxers from how hot this moment is.
I don’t know how much longer I can wait before I claim her again.
Thankfully, she takes us out of our misery pretty quickly.
“Take me home. I want both of you inside me tonight, at the same time.” Her sultry voice speaks the most erotic words we’ve been dying to hear.
Noah quickly grabs her hand, leading us out of the nightclub without looking back. Just as we’re about to exit, Ronnie digs her heels into the ground, head whipping back. But she’s not looking at me; she’s looking past me. Her gaze darts swiftly from side to side, searching for something.
“Baby, what is it?” I look behind me, trying to see what’s caught her attention.
She shivers slightly, rubbing her arm with her own hand. “I don’t know, I just got this feeling like someone was watching me…” Her eyes keep bouncing from one corner to the other.
“It’s probably just Julian’s men.” Noah stands behind her, kissing her shoulder.
“Yeah, you’re right.” She smiles, that unsettling feeling leaving her body and grabs both our hands, pulling us out of the club.
Once outside, Noah calls our car, and within three minutes the black SUV we arrived in earlier pulls up to the curb. We quickly climb in, Ronnie sitting between us. The privacy divider is already up, giving us the intimacy we desperately need.
She takes advantage of the moment, hands trailing up our thighs to the waistband of our jeans.
Where she then makes quick and impressive work of undoing them with one hand and pulling down the zippers.
She then frees us from our boxers, and both of our rock-hard cocks spring out of their cages.
A soft whimper falls from her lips as she looks from one to the other, grabbing hold of us in each smooth warm palm.
“Fuuuuck.” I drop my head back against the seat, eyes closed as I take in the magical feeling of her hand on my dick. I hear Noah’s rumbled groan from her other side, clearly enjoying her touch as much as I am.
I grab onto one of her thighs, just as he does the same, spreading her wide open for us.
Our hands skim up her soft skin to the junction of her legs, our knuckles bumping into each other, but we don’t care.
Our sole purpose is to give our beautiful, mesmerizing girl the pleasure she deserves as she strokes our shafts simultaneously.
His fingers brush over her soaked panties, earning us a moan, right before I push the fabric to the side, exposing her to the cool air. Noah swipes through her slick folds, then circles her clit as I push a finger inside her tight wet cunt.
She cries out, whimpering and moaning with her eyes closed and head resting back. But she doesn’t stop the torturous movements of her hands, her thumb coming up to swipe the pearly beads leaking out of us over the head and using it to lubricate us.
I remove my single digit and push two back in, just as Noah removes his from her clit and comes to cradle the back of my hand. Two of his fingers sliding in along with my own, stretching her around us deliciously.
“Oh God! Yes!” Ronnie’s thighs begin to tremble, her walls contracting against us, her hands now moving to the same rhythm as we pump in and out of her.
With a few more pumps, she combusts around us, squeezing us in a vise grip, hips bucking wildly as she lets her orgasm take over.
Her hands stop their stroking movement and simply tighten their hold on us, nearly making me choke.
When she finally comes down from her high, we pull our slick fingers from her wet heat and bring them up to our mouths, savoring her sweetness.
“Fuck, that was so hot.” She quickly scurries from the seat, dropping onto her knees in front of us. Leaning in, she licks the tip of my cock, then starts again at the base, all the way up. Finally, she spreads her puffy lips over the head and swallows me down.
“Jesus, Vixen. I’ll never get enough of your mouth.” I fist her hair, helping her up and down my length as she moans at my praise.
After a few more mouthwatering swallows, she pops her lips off my shaft. Leaving a glistening trail of saliva, she does the same to Noah, taking him into her mouth as he moans with satisfaction.
“You feel so good, Kitten.” He strokes her cheek with his thumb as she hums a sigh around him.
Ronnie takes him in as deep as she can while jerking me off. Every few pumps, she switches from one to the other. It’s the most delicious kind of torture. I could have her on her knees like this all day.
The car suddenly stops, and I’m snapped out of the moment, only now remembering where we are. Noah cups her face, lifting her off his cock as her lips leave an audible pop. “Time to go, Kitten.”