Seven - Sage
I didn’t know whether to strangle or thank Sofia for interrupting our moment.
Things definitely looked like they were going to happen, so there was that, but spending more time getting to know these two before the inevitable happened felt like a bonus.
Plus, I was sure the longer Jack and I teased Flint, the more likely it was that his defenses would break and he would end up with both of us.
We awkwardly moved away from one another, all confidence gone at having been ‘caught.’ It was a hell of a turn-on, pulling me back to my high school days of stolen kisses and gropes, and generally getting up to no good with boys who should know better.
Jack peered at me with those eyes I’d seen so many times. The ones that spoke of more to come. The ones that said, ’this ain’t over.’ A surge of pure lust throbbed between my legs at all the unspoken potential for more naughty fun.
Flint was a little more embarrassed than aroused, avoiding mine and Jack’s eyes as he kicked back toward the grass. It was a treat to see his peachy, firm ass swimming away from me, but I couldn’t help but feel the interruption had been too much of a damper for him.
“Don’t worry, we’ll get him.” Jack hissed in my ear, his hand snaking around to the small of my back under the water.
“You think so?” Fuck, I wished his hand would dare to explore lower, if only for a second, if only to take the edge off.
“I know so….” He kicked away before saying another word.
I watched him race after his friend, my heart in my mouth and my entire body humming with need. If something didn’t happen during or after clubbing, I would be crawling out of my skin with desire.
I took a beat to calm down and watch them dress by the water’s edge. It was the first time I’d seen them both naked, and I didn’t want to miss a thing.
Dipping a bit lower in the water, I stifled any noise as I drank in the sight of two hot, naked guys putting on a show just for me. Well, that wasn’t what they were deliberately doing, but it was what I was getting.
Flint’s muscular, hairy chest had me biting my lip so hard I might burst something. Letting my gaze wander lower, it appeared he was just as big everywhere.
Thick tree trunks of thighs. Arms that would feel amazing wrapped around you.
And right there, swinging away as if carefree and happy, his semi-hard dick.
I wasn’t sure if he was a ‘show-er’ or a ‘grow-er,’ but it looked like there had been definite growth, judging by the pulsing, thick vein running along its length.
Flint caught me watching him and looked away quickly. But it was too late. The telltale twitch throughout his girth told me everything. He liked being watched just as much as I was enjoying watching.
I couldn’t resist letting my fingers dip between my thighs again, caressing me gently under the privacy of the water.
I had to do something, anything to take the edge off.
Keeping the gasp threatening to escape my lips as my fingers danced away was hard, but worth it to remain undiscovered by anyone else who might decide to barge in as Sofia had.
I turned my attention toward Jack. I found him watching me just as intently, and smiling. He knew exactly what I was doing and wasn’t nearly as shy as Flint.
His cock was in a much harder state, not jutting upward at that angle I loved yet, but it was satisfyingly turgid. It was a sight so sexy and welcome that I dared to tease my ache just a little more before they were both fully clothed and my little show had ended.
I mastered just enough self-control to pull my hand away, giving my pussy a reassuring pat and telling her she was in for some guaranteed fun later. Jack was a sure thing. Whether Flint would be joining us, merely watching, or something else was the only thing that remained to be seen.
“Like what you see?” Jack echoed my earlier sentiment, oozing confidence as his gaze darted between Flint and me.
“Yeah, I did.” I pulled myself out of the water, making no attempt to hide my nudity.
“Do you have a favorite? Hairy and muscly, or….” He swept a hand over his body, chuckling while Flint shook his head.
“Can’t it be both? Like you prefer?”
A startled gasp left Flint. Now that he knew his friend had the hots for him, the ball was truly in his court. I just hoped he picked the damn thing up.
I pulled a towel out of my bag and whipped it around me. Not to hide anything—far from it, I was loving the attention—but the evening air had grown a little cooler.
“Someone’s prepared,” Flint murmured, glancing down at his white shirt, now soaked and clinging to his wet muscles.
“I’m always prepared. But, I have to admit, I like how this looks on you….” I pressed a hand to his chest. I could feel his heart racing beneath my palm, sending a surge of power and lust straight to my core.
“Thanks.” He whispered, his voice hoarse and those brooding eyes of his piercing directly into my soul.
“Yeah, the wet t-shirt look suits you,” Jack smirked behind me.
I was expecting an eye-roll from Flint. Or a sarcastic comment. Or anything that might shut his friend down. What I was not expecting was the chemistry between them to be as intense as it was between us.
“Thanks.” He repeated, holding Jack with the same intense gaze he’d just struck me with.
I didn’t dare say a thing. To interrupt whatever it was that was going on between them. I simply wanted to be there when Flint made that discovery, if he was brave enough to take that plunge.
“So, are we all ready for some dancing?” Jack pushed his way between us, hooking our arms and dragging us toward the bushes leading to where Sofia and the others were waiting.
“I’m afraid I’m not much of a dancer. You know that, Jack.”
“Yeah, but I’m hoping Sage here is so good it’ll distract from your terrible moves and mine!”
“That’s a lot of pressure, guys.” I leaned into Jack, enjoying the warmth and firmness of his body against mine.
“Oh, I think you’ll be able to rise to the challenge. Just like Flint, right?” He snickered, Flint shook his head, and I wondered what might lie in store for all of us under the lights and loud music
****
Unfortunately, Jack wasn’t lying. Flint wasn’t much of a dancer.
But I didn’t care. The fact that he was willing to get up on the dance floor at all and join Jack and me in making fools of ourselves spoke volumes about how far he was pushing his comfort zone tonight.
I only hoped his courage would continue into whatever we all got up to afterward.
The music throbbed throughout me as I danced with both of them, our inhibitions fading under the flashing lights. The place was packed, sweaty, and the whole thing felt like the last days of Rome. Good. I was more than up for some hedonism.
Despite the invite from the group and all the other people here, it felt like there was a bubble surrounding the three of us.
I couldn’t explain it any other way, but it was like we were lost in our own little world.
The only trace of anything else was the lights and sounds, but even they were merely a background to whatever was happening between us.
Flint kept stealing awkward glances at Jack, who was lapping every one of them up. If I were feeling more insecure, I might even be a little jealous, but I knew what was up. Flint was questioning everything.
I knew he was attracted to me. He knew he was attracted to me. What he didn’t know, what he couldn’t make head or tail of, were his burgeoning feelings for his friend. I made sure to give him enough space to think while still dancing as close as possible to both of them.
Jack was having no trouble letting go. His moves weren’t any better than Flint’s, but it was clear he had fewer inhibitions. Why wouldn’t he? He was into both of us, had admitted as much, and was simply waiting to see how things panned out.
Was his ‘wait and see’ approach the best one to take?
I wasn’t so sure. Flint wanted to do something, was desperate for it, but was unwilling to be the one to instigate it.
Thankfully, I was feeling dangerous and ready for anything.
I’d already stripped off in front of them; what barriers were even left to be embarrassed about?
I moved closer to Flint, trading my regular dance moves for straight-up grinding against him. It immediately did the trick.
He pulled me closer, his powerful arms wrapping around me while Jack watched everything unfold with a wide grin. I let out a loud whoop and ground into him harder.
His thighs felt good against my aching, desperate pussy.
Firm enough to give me a good amount of friction, but not nearly enough stimulation through so many layers of clothing.
I wondered if he was as hard as I was wet.
If this extended build-up, this non-stop teasing, was driving him as insane as it was me.
Staring deep into his eyes, I got my answer.
There was a feral look there, lurking behind his awkward facade.
I’d seen that look before when seducing a man, but I’d never tire of it.
Part of me wanted to give in right here and now, to beg him to throw me over his shoulder like a caveman, drag me back to his cave, and fuck me senseless.
But there was another part, a new part, that was loving how in charge I was. I’d never felt so powerful, so in control, and yet so recklessly out of control.
Grinding against him harder for a moment longer, I pulled away suddenly and grabbed Jack.
Flint’s face was a picture of shock as I gave his friend the same treatment, but there was something still there burning bright in his eyes. If I didn’t know better, I would say he was enjoying it and not jealous at all.
“Hey, hot stuff,” Jack whispered closely in my ear, close enough to hear over the loud music.
“Hey.” I pulled away from him and bit my lip hard, letting him know exactly what kind of mood I was in.
“You looking for another show like we put on earlier? But this time we don’t put our clothes back on?”
“Oh, that sounds good….” I leaned right over, arching my back hard and pushing my chest toward Flint. Jack kept me upright in his arms, but I couldn’t help notice it wasn’t me he was staring at.
There was so much tension in that look they shared. So much unspoken desire, and I was slap bang in the middle of it. I felt like a raft in a tempest, but I was more than ready to be washed away or to crash against something hard. I was ready to be wrecked by them both.
Jack span me away, sending me reeling into Flint’s arms. He caught me with a smile, wrapping himself around me until there was no space between us. I couldn’t take any more. I had to have him. Now. I had to have both of them.
Without warning, without thought or hesitation, I grabbed the back of Flint’s head and pulled him close. Our lips collided with a passion that shocked him, but he didn’t fight, resist, or pull away.
With his friend’s hand snaking behind me, stroking and cupping my ass in public, Flint’s tongue sought mine.
Between two hot strangers with everyone watching and music thumping through me, I was in heaven.