Eight - Flint
The moment her lips touched mine, I knew I was in trouble. Deep trouble.
All my restraint, all my self-control vanished, just like that.
I was now completely, utterly, and totally under her spell.
Whatever she wanted to do, I would do. Even if that meant making good on Jack’s promise to give her a ‘show.’ I had to admit, the idea was turning me on the more I thought about it.
While lost to the sheer heat and passion of her kiss, I couldn’t help but sneak a glance at Jack. He was watching everything, still nodding along to the beat, and just as eager as I was.
He shot me the thumbs-up, like the fantastic wingman he always was.
But there was something different in his expression this time.
Was it… a fear of missing out? It was in that moment that I realized Jack was as serious about something happening between us as he said he was.
He wasn’t joking, and it wasn’t just banter—he wanted to fuck me.
The revelation sent a surge of pure lust through me, turning that dull ache between my legs that had nagged me all night into a full-on, uncomfortable need. I couldn’t take it anymore.
Sage pulled away, her eyes dancing with desire, her body pressed against mine. She’d worked up quite a sweat dancing and grinding so hard against me—we all had, but it only made her even more irresistible. I wondered how she might look after we’d made her work so hard in the bedroom.
I wanted to see her splayed out in front of me, her hair a mess, and her chest rising with expectant breaths.
I wanted her thighs open wide, inviting me between them, inviting me to share something unforgettable.
I also wanted Jack in the same way. I wanted to watch him moan, and for him to make me moan. I wanted him to direct me, show me what he wanted, and make him feel pleasure we’d never shared before.
It was too much. I was done with dancing, skinny dipping, teasing, all of it. Something had to happen, and it had to happen now.
“I think we need to get out of here.”
“Do we? Why?” Sage pouted and cocked her hip. It was clear she was loving the power she held over both of us.
She was in charge of it all, up until this point. She was setting the pace, the mood, everything. It was time to wrestle some control back.
“This is why….” I grabbed her hand and directed it toward the significant bulge in the front of my clothing.
“Oh! That feels like… something I should do something about.” She left her hand there, squeezing ever so slightly and purring.
I groaned into her touch, immediately regretting ‘taking charge.’ I couldn’t be less in control if I tried. I was literally in the palm of her hand, and would do anything she said. Anything.
“Having fun here?” Jack moved closer, his eyes wide as he watched our little exchange.
Christ, between Sage’s hand on my junk and Jack’s mischievous glances, I swear I was about to make a mess right here in public on the dance floor. It was time for decisive action.
“Where can we go? I… I need something to happen.” The words were strangled with desire, but forceful enough to let them both know I was done playing. I needed them both, and I needed them now.
“My hostel isn’t far from here, if that’s of any interest to you?” Sage let go of me, signing off with one more teasing squeeze.
“Lead on,” I smirked.
Jack hesitantly stepped away. The move surprised me. Up until now, he was so sure of everything, and pushing things just as much as Sage was.
“You want some space for this, amigo? I can wait for you back at our hostel if you like?” I smiled and shook my head. Jack was a player, but he was a considerate friend.
“No.” I grabbed his hand and pulled him closer. Taking a deep breath as the distance between us narrowed, I added, “I want you there with me. Both of you….”
Without waiting for an answer, I surged forward to kiss my friend, blurring any lines between us forever.