10. Ten
Ten
Jasmine
I run through a dozen scenarios in my head as I drive to the address on the business card. Dinner on a rooftop sounds fancy, although cold, but I’m not here for the ambiance. I need more than just a good meal—I need to be the other kind of full and satisfied.
Sabrina’s right. This will be easier without Trent nearby. That’s one complication I don’t need tonight. And yet, I wish he could be there.
Pulling up in front of their building, I’m surprised the valet knows my name. He takes my keys with a polite nod. Another attendant steps forward. I barely have time to glance at the building’s facade before I’m ushered inside. So much for my plan to sneak a peek at whatever they have set up on the roof, as if I’d be able to see ten stories up or whatever it is.
Inside the elevator, the attendant swipes a keycard, enabling the button for the roof. He steps out, leaving me alone. The doors close with a soft whoosh, and I’m on my way up. Anticipation builds with each passing floor, no stops along the way.
I smooth down my dress, a long-sleeved, tight-fitting number that hugs my curves and wonder if I should have added leggings. Good for the cold weather, but not for sex, which I’m desperately overdue for. Surely they’ll have a heater if we’re truly having dinner on the roof. I take a deep breath, study my reflection in the mirrored door, and pull my loose curls over my shoulders.
The elevator hums to a stop, the doors slide open, and three burly men stand ready for me.
Cole, Blake, and Landon, each dressed to impress. Meaning t-shirts stretched across contoured pecs. Jeans and sweatpants straining to hide erections. And long jackets that promise to keep me warm, whomever’s lap I sit on.
Blake points up, drawing my gaze to a sprig of mistletoe dangling from the string lights. Excitement courses through me as he steps closer, wraps his arms around me, and presses his lips to mine. His kiss is firm, confident, and reminds me how much I need another round of sex with them.
I keep telling myself it can’t be as good as I remembered, but that kiss—his tongue exploring my mouth, and the perfect way our bodies fit together—speaks otherwise.
He passes me to Cole, whose embrace is softer, more tender. His lips meet mine in a gentle kiss that leaves me breathless. I can smell the faintest hint of his cologne, a woodsy scent that makes me want to bury my face in his neck.
Landon is next, his eyes filled with a desire that matches my own. His kiss is hungry, passionate, and I can feel the restraint in his body, the effort it takes for him to hold back, mainly because his erection betrays him. His hands grip my waist, pulling me close.
I’m already drunk on their kisses. My panties are drenched. This is exactly what I’ve been craving. When Landon steps behind my back, pulls me into his chest, and wraps his arms around me, so I can see the scene they’ve set up for me, I’m speechless.
The rooftop has been transformed into a romantic escape against the backdrop of the snowy city around us. Twinkling fairy lights are strung overhead, creating a canopy that bathes everything in a golden glow.
In the center of the space, a round table is set for four. Crisp white linen drapes elegantly over it, adorned with a delicate floral centerpiece that adds a pop of red. Silver domes cover what must be a dinner serving at each seat.
Candles flicker in ornate glass holders, their flames dancing in the gentle evening breeze. It takes me a moment to realize they must be electric, since they’re not blowing out. Still beautiful.
White-cushioned chairs surround the table, each one draped with a red throw blanket. A thoughtful touch.
The city skyline tapers off and the snow-covered mountains sparkle under the moonlight.
Landon’s arms tighten around me, and his breath warms my ear. “What do you think, Peaches?”
“It’s incredible—wait, it’s dazzling .” I try to keep a playful tone by returning to the D theme I was promised. “I can’t believe you did all of this.”
Blake steps forward, taking my hand. “You deserve it, Babygirl.”
Cole nods in agreement. “We have a whole evening planned.”
I feel a rush of warmth that has nothing to do with the heaters strategically placed around the rooftop. These men have gone to such lengths to create this magical evening. It’s more than I ever expected for our non-committal agreement.
Cole motions to the table. “After we feed you dolma, drunken noodles, and Dijon-roasted Brussel sprouts, we have another surprise.” He takes my hand, leading me to the side, where I can see behind the elevator shaft.
“Hold on. What is dolma?”
Blake says, “Another thing I can teach you, Babygirl.”
“I think Daddy’s still missing the point of which D thing I want most.”
Cole grumbles that I call Blake Daddy, and points.
“A helicopter?”
Blake says, “We tried to come up with a D word for it, but best we can do is to say, we’ll drive you over the city while giving you dick .”
“Now you’re catching on, Daddy.”
Dinner is delicious, but a tinge of guilt wracks me that we don’t give it the time it deserves. All of us are eager to get in the helicopter and other D things.
Inside the luxury copter, Cole is all business as he powers up the engine. Blake settles in the co-pilot seat, fastening his seatbelt.
Landon fastens mine while they go over a checklist. “Just making sure you’re secure for takeoff, Peaches.”
He explains that we won’t need headsets because of the extra soundproofing. A special feature for their high-end flight service and tours. And before I know it, the rotors spin into action.
My stomach lurches as the helicopter carries us past the edge of the rooftop. After a minute, I get used to the sensation and enjoy floating above the sparkling city. Cole banks left, and we soar over the river, the moon reflecting on the dark waters below.
The vibration and intimacy of a helicopter are so different from a plane.
“Tonight’s your night, Babygirl.” Blake climbs to the bench with me. “We’re here to please you.”
Landon twirls his fingers through my hair. “How do you want us, Jasmine?”
“As long as I get dick, I don’t even care.” My sex feels empty as I recall how incredible it feels to be full of them.
“Deal,” Landon says as he and Blake reach for me, unzipping the back of my dress, exposing my lace bra. They help me stand for a moment while working the dress the rest of the way off of me. Their hands skim my bare skin as the garment is peeled away, and soon I’m clad only in my lingerie.
Landon stands and tugs his shirt off, revealing taut abs and a tantalizing trail of hair that disappears into his pants. My breath catches. From this position I could give him a blowjob.
Blake shrugs off his jacket, joining Landon in undressing.
Landon steps closer, one hand bracing on the ceiling, the other brushing my cheek. His eyes burn with desire. “Like what you see?”
I tuck my fingers into the top of his jeans. “You know I do.”
Cole’s voice crackles over the intercom. “Before you get too occupied, I thought you might want to see the holiday lights.”
The helicopter hovers above the city, a magical view. Colorful lights twinkle against the snow.
“You have my permission to open your Christmas present early,” Landon says, moving his hand over mine and unfastening the button on his jeans.
I lower the zipper to find red and green underwear with a bow printed over his cock. I bust out laughing. Never a dull moment with Landon.
Blake puts me on his lap, his strong arms wrapping around me.
Landon kneels in front of us and his hand slips beneath my underwear, his fingers finding my wet core. “You’re so ready for us, aren’t you?”
I can only nod as Blake nips at my earlobe, sending shivers down my spine. “That’s it, Babygirl,” he murmurs, his hands holding my thighs apart while Landon works me into a frenzy.
Blake’s fingers dip into my waistband and rip my panties, baring me. Thoughts of the price tag for the matched bra and panty set flit away as Landon’s fingers push inside me, working in tandem with his mouth. His lips capture my hard nipples through my demi-bra then devour mine in a kiss.
Blake positions his cock at my entrance, and for a brief moment when Landon pulls his fingers out, I ache for them. But with one swift thrust, Blake fills me. My eyes roll back as I savor the familiar stretch and burn.
Landon’s fingers circle my clit, and I moan into his mouth as I accept Blake’s thrusts, a heady friction taking me to new heights.
“You like that, Babygirl?” Blake grunts, his hips pounding rhythmically, driving into me with each word. “You like being filled by my cock while your clit is worked over?”
“Yes,” I breathe, my body trembling as they push me closer and closer to the edge.
Landon sits back, his eyes never leaving mine as he circles my clit with agonizing slowness. I’m desperate for more, but he denies me, keeping me on edge as Blake fucks me with relentless thrusts.
I tilt my hips, seeking more pressure, and Landon rewards me with a firm swipe of his thumb, sending sparks through my body.
“I wish you could see yourself, Jasmine. See how beautiful you are, taking it all.” Cole’s voice draws my attention forward. He shifts from looking over his shoulder to watching us in a mirror. I can only imagine his view—me impaled on Blake’s cock, my breasts threatening to spill from my bra, and Landon’s hand working its magic between my legs.
The more I moan, the more he smiles. I’ll never be tired of being splayed for them.
He angles his head over his shoulder again and gives me a seductive wink. I melt under his approval, my body teetering dangerously close to orgasm. I look outside, at the moon… anywhere to hold the orgasm off. I want to exist in this moment at least a few seconds longer.
“That’s it, Babygirl. Come for us,” Blake growls, his hips slamming into me with increasing force.
“Let me watch you come.” Landon tucks his thumb into my mouth.
I suck. Why is this turning me on so much?
Pressure builds inside me, a coil tightening until—
My orgasm tears through me, my screams lost in the stars. Waves of pleasure ripple through my body, and I’m dimly aware of Blake’s cock pulsing inside me as he finds his own release.
His warm seed sprays into me and spills out. I love the sounds of wet, sloppy sex.
Landon’s gentle with my sensitive clit. “That’s it, scream while he pumps you full of cum.”
I sag into Blake, my body trembling as my breath comes in ragged gasps. Blake’s arms wrap around my waist and we settle into sated bliss.
“We’re not done yet, Peaches.” Landon’s voice is a husky whisper after letting me drift for a moment. “Just a little break.”
I blink at him, my body gearing up for what’s next.
Landon winks, then stands. “Let us know when you’re ready to switch.”
Is something wrong with me that I’m thinking of how this would be even better with Trent?