Chapter Twenty-Four
“Worship me.”
Was she out of her fucking mind?
Maybe the champagne had gone to her head, but at this moment, in this hedonistic place, Gina didn’t care.
She wanted to take what her man so happily offered her.
Freedom. Autonomy. Power. Besides, wasn’t it every woman’s wild fantasy to have three men in her bed?
Madonna, mia! Especially, these three men.
And she was going to be lucky enough to live it out.
“Lie back on top of Sloan now,” Matt said, guiding her onto the singer’s chest.
Clad only in tight black pants, he’d taken off his jacket and positioned himself in the corner of the gargantuan piece of furniture she’d hardly call a couch, because surely, it hadn’t been designed only to be sat upon.
Sloan gathered up her hair and, after running his fingers through the mass of thick, wavy strands, placed it over her shoulder, while her gaze flitted about the room. Thankfully, the girl who’d been taking care of them was nowhere to be seen.
“It’s okay, baby. There’s no one here but us. I love you.” And kissing her, Matt tore the lace panties from her body. “Open those lovely thighs and let my boys see this pretty pussy.”
“That’s a good girl,” Sloan murmured, kissing the skin beneath her ear. “Nice and wide. They’re gonna need lots of wiggle room.”
“The Byrne cousins and the Venery boys have always been… uh… close. Really close. Tight, you know?”
“Heck, they all live together behind that gate on Park Place.”
Is this what Nick meant by “close”?
Grabbing onto the ends of Sloan’s hair, Gina pulled his face down to hers. “You’ve all done this before, haven’t you?”
“Do you want me to lie?”
“No.”
“More times than I can count,” he said, his lips brushing over hers. “But this is the first time with someone we love.”
“You love me?”
“Matt loves you.” Sloan lowered the straps of her dress even further, kissing along her collar bone. “And that means we love you, too.”
“I don’t understand.” Fingers entered her. She couldn’t say whose or how many. “Oh, God.”
“You will.” He weighed her breasts in his hands, the thumbs circling her nipples. “Shhh… relax now.”
Well, that was easier said than done.
Gina looked down to see her lover and his best friend draped across her thighs, sharing the space between her legs.
Matt spread her pussy lips open, revealing the hidden pearl.
Kit flicked it with his finger, then he moved in, caressing her clit with his skilled tongue.
And all the while, Sloan held her, sucking on her skin, the hard bulge in his pants trapped against her flesh.
“Keep your eyes on them, Gina.” Sloan slid his hands from her breasts down to her pussy, and took over holding her open for Matt. “Watch how much they get off making you come.”
A sensation she never could have imagined before swept through her. With a hungry-sounding groan, Matt’s tongue joined with Kit’s on her clit. Slowly, he licked up one side, while his friend stroked down the other.
Fucking hell.
Gina tried to squirm, but Sloan’s muscled arms imprisoned her. His husky chuckle fanned her skin. She twisted her neck to glance up at him. Crisp blue eyes stared deep into her soul. The corner of his mouth twitched, and then his lips came crashing down on hers.
Sloan Michaels didn’t just kiss; he consumed. Wicked and indulgent, he demanded her submission with every sweep of his practiced tongue. And whimpering into his mouth, Gina couldn’t help but give in to him.
To all three of them.
“Christ,” he panted, nibbling on the lobe of her ear.
She glanced down to see Matt and Kit’s tongues meet as they licked her clit. The most erotic thing she’d ever seen, it almost looked like they were kissing. Then, almost as if he realized what was happening, the bassist moved his mouth to Matt’s chin, and he pushed two fingers inside her.
“I want a taste of that,” Sloan crooned—dark and smoky—the sound of it almost sinful.
Exchanging a familiar glance, Kit extended his hand, and while Sloan licked her from his fingers, Matt stroked himself, his face hidden in her pussy.
Sloan grabbed onto her breasts and, squeezing them together, licked up the side of her neck. She could smell herself on his breath, feel his big, hard cock poking at her ass.
“You taste amazing,” he rasped, pressing himself up against her. “I can’t wait to fuck you.”
Smiling at each other, Matt and Kit took turns sucking on her clit, then together, they pushed their fingers inside. With her body on fire, their hands on her everywhere, Gina couldn’t hold it in for even one more second.
She screamed.
Then, her eyes opened to see Matt and Kit standing there together, naked at her feet.
He leaned over and, stroking her cheek, Matt pressed a tender kiss to her lips. “Let’s get you out of that dress, bunny.”
The thing was tangled around her waist in a puddle. Sloan helped her up, and while Matt slipped the dress down her thighs, he took the rest of his clothes off, too.
She glanced from Kit to Matt, and then Sloan. “Are you all going to fuck me?”
“Do you want us to?” Sloan smirked. “You’re the one who’s calling the shots here.”
Wondering if that might take the fantasy too far, Gina raked her lip. “I only want Matt inside my…” Why couldn’t she say it? “… you know.”
This time.
Oh God, am I really thinking there could be a next time?
“You’re fucking perfect.” Matt pulled her to his chest, and with his fingers kneading her bottom, he kissed her long and hard. “Hear that, Sloan? This pussy is all mine.”
He turned to her with a shrug. “Are you okay with anal?”
“Huh?”
And Sloan chuckled. “Is your ass off-limits, too, sweet cheeks?”
“No, that’s fine.” Gina looked at Matt for reassurance, and he nodded. “I think.”
“Any other hard limits?” he asked.
What was this? Some kind of negotiation? She was getting uncomfortable just standing here looking at three naked men with their cocks at full mast. Gina just wanted to keep going before the vibe was gone, and she changed her mind.
“Not that I can think of.”
Sloan took a step forward. “She got a safe word, Matt?”
He shook his head.
“Then give her one.”
“Cannoli.”
“I like it,” Sloan said with a snicker, and taking another step toward her, a wicked glint came into his eyes. “Get her ready for me, will you?”
“Just say the word if you want us to stop, okay?”
Cannoli. Got it.
Gina nodded, but she didn’t think she’d need to use it. Because Matt stood behind her with his lips on her nape, sending tingles down her spine. And those sharp blue eyes bore into hers, the pupils burning black when he saw her nervous tremble.
“C’mere now, Trouble.” Threading his fingers into her hair, Sloan guided her toward his dick. Gina dropped to her knees. “That’s a good girl. Suck me.”
Between Kit fucking her pussy with his finger, and Matt lubing up her behind, Gina couldn’t say how many orgasms she had, while choking on Sloan’s dick the whole time.
“Fuckkk.” She wiped the slobber from her mouth.
Matt scooped her up into his arms, peppering kisses all over her damp face, and laid her on a nest of silk-covered cushions. Catching her breath, Gina nestled against him, while he stroked her hair and told her how much he loved her.
“Are you all right?”
She nodded.
“Do you need to rest for a bit?”
She shook her head. “No, I’m good.”
“C’mon then, my precious little rabbit. Hop on.” Matt held onto her hips as she straddled his waist, and he kissed her. “I want you.”
She wanted him too.
Her swollen pussy still throbbing, Gina carefully lowered herself onto his cock, and holding her face in his hands, Matt swiped at the mascara that stung her eyes, gentle fingers caressing her skin. Then, he pressed his lips to her forehead and whispered, “You’ve got this, baby.”
And once again, Sloan gathered her hair.
Fingertips brushing past her nape, he squeezed her shoulders.
His hands fell in an unhurried path down her spine, only to travel up again, as Matt moved excruciatingly slowly inside her.
Maybe he was trying to relax her, but it felt like he’d branded her skin.
Gina closed her eyes, the ache in her pussy flaring, and inhaled their commingled scent.
Citrus, spice, forbidden lust, and masculine musk.
The effect of which could only be described as heady.
She sensed movement going on behind her, heard the telltale sounds. A foil packet tearing open. Lube squirting into a palm. Kit stretched out on his side beside her, and reaching between her body and Matt’s, his fingers sought her clit.
“Take a breath.” Then, Sloan pressed his cock into the split of her ass.
Odio. My God.
“Shit.” And fisting Matt’s hair in her hand, Gina latched onto Kit’s dick with the other. “It burns.”
“Just give it a minute.” Fingertips smoothed over her back, his touch and his voice a soothing caress. “Be a good girl for me now. I know you can take it.”
“You’re doing so good, baby,” Matt praised, her face cradled in his hands.
Sloan pushed past the ring of muscle, and her limbs immediately began to shake.
“So, so good.” He sighed, fully seated now. “Fuck dancing, we’re gonna make you fly.”
So overcome with this feeling of incredible fullness, Gina feared she might die. In tune with each other, they moved in magical synergy, taking her to some faraway place. Spots danced in front of her eyes, visions floating in her mind like lucid dreams.
She saw Kit’s tongue on her clit, then lapping at the wetness on Matt’s cock as he pistoned in and out of her. With his fingers entwined in the bassist’s hair, he held his head to her cunt, a throaty, guttural groan rumbling from his chest.
Matt quickened his pace, and, making sounds like that of a rabid animal, he fucked her fast and furious.
With his arm around her middle, Sloan anchored her to his chest. Sweat dripped from his face, making its way down her neck. He yanked her back by her hair, and sealing her lips with his, the voice of Venery swallowed Gina’s screams.
In the oddly quiet hour just before dawn, the car brought them back to Park Place. With a kiss to her cheek, Kit and Sloan returned to their respective houses. Gina and Matt showered the night off their skin, then cuddled beneath the covers.
She glanced at the box containing the spreader bar with a sigh. “I can’t believe you got that.”
“You wanted me to,” he said, pulling her bottom snugly against him.
That she did.
He kissed her crown. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“About what?”
“Tonight.” He rolled Gina over so she faced him. “You don’t have any regrets, do you?”
“No, not at all.”
“Something’s on your mind. I can tell.”
Not that it was a big deal. She wasn’t even sure what she saw was real in her lust-fueled, euphoric state.
“Kit,” she admitted, glancing up at him. “I think he was licking you as much as he was me.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, why wouldn’t he?” Matt chuckled, planting a kiss on her nose. “My dick was covered in you, and you taste fucking delicious.”
Maybe so, but she couldn’t get the noises he made out of her head.
“You liked that he did.”
And he shrugged.
“I didn’t mind it.”