35. Cole
COLE
I cut in, sweeping her away from him. I draw her close, needing to be next to my woman. Wanting to feel her when she’s already wickedly aroused, when he’s already done his job of spinning her higher.
It’s evident everywhere—in the glimmer in her eyes, the flush in her cheeks, the way she inches closer, needing contact, needing it more than she usually does.
“I want to look in your eyes when he slides into you,” I rasp out, close to her ear. “When he pushes his cock far into your ass, I want to see the rapture on your gorgeous face.”
Her eyes widen, and she whimpers. “This isn’t fair.”
I smirk, tilting my head. “Are you sure?” I drag a finger down her chest, between the valley of her breasts. She shivers as I touch her. “Seems fair when you’re clearly aroused.”
“You’re trying to get me to cave,” she murmurs.
“No, I’m trying to get you to bed,” I correct. “I want you naked, wet, and begging for both of us to fuck you in every single filthy way.”
“Damn you,” she says, swatting my chest.
I chuckle, then let my fingers travel up her skin, over her collarbone, to her cheek. Tracing a line along her body. “I need to watch your lips part as I fill you. As I fuck you. As he fucks you. As we fuck you together.”
She shudders but tries so valiantly to win the bet. “You won’t be able to look away from me. You’ll stare shamelessly as your friend consumes my pussy with his mouth.”
Sparks burst inside me. Sweet torment from my filthy-mouthed beauty. “Perhaps you’re not playing fair now.”
“Maybe I want you to cave,” she says, a little saucy, a lot naughty. “I want you to give in. To say it’s time to go so you can spread me out on the bed and consume me however you want.”
She. Is. Killing. Me.
But I have a plan. “I’ll pull you on top of me. Drive into you just the way you like it. Spread those cheeks, get you ready, tease your ass. You love that, Sage. You love when I play with your ass. And I know you’re dying to be fucked there.”
She gasps, running a hand through her hair, a telltale sign that she’s breaking.
I push her. “I want to know your toes are curling. Your back is arching. Your mind is spiraling into bliss.”
Another pant. Another gasp.
I don’t want to lose. But I also want the rest of this night to begin so much more than I want to win.
The winner takes all, and the bet is who will cave first. Who will leave first to start the night. It’s the men versus the woman. That’s the bet.
She rubs her pelvis against me. “You’re so cruel,” she whispers, sounding so damn needy.
“But you want to be fucked senseless, don’t you, sweetheart?”
“I want to be ruined for anyone else.”
“That can be arranged.”
Sage glances back and forth. Licks her lips. She’s ready to concede. But I won’t let her. I go first, taking the fall, throwing in the towel. “I need to get out of here right now.”
She grins wickedly. Flinches in surprise. “Does that mean I won the bet?”
I glide my hand down her back. “You did, sweetheart. You won the bet. All the money’s yours.”
“And I’ll take some of the pleasure too.”
That is what we want to give her.
Because I have no more games left to play. I want her to win. I want her to feel everything.
In the elevator, we rip off our masks, and we take turns.
I back up against the wall, yanking her close, kissing her lush lips. Daniel crowds her, running his hands along her arms like he did that first night.
Sage melts against my mouth, moaning and sighing, and kissing me dreamily.
As the elevator chugs upward, we switch.
He spins her around, claims her mouth, kisses those lips I adore.
This is no Pretty Woman threesome. We have no rules, no limits. Anyone can touch her. She can touch either one of us. We all want the same thing—for her to feel spectacular, and there’s no room for jealousy.
I don’t feel an ounce of envy as his lips devour hers while I lick the back of her neck in a way that makes her shiver.
The elevator dings, and we’re at my floor, quickly heading into my suite in the penthouse of the hotel. The door falls shut behind me with a resounding click .
Sage walks backward, reaching for my tie, reaching for Daniel’s, pulling us both closer and closer. We toss our masks on a table.
Like that, she leads us to the bedroom, lets go of our ties, and falls onto the bed. She climbs back, hikes up her skirt, and lets her legs fall open.
I am undone. I am utterly undone by the sight of my woman.
On my bed. Wanton. Wicked. And waiting for two men to please her.
“Take off your panties, Sage,” I say, commanding her.
Daniel shakes his head. He shucks off his jacket, moving closer, saying, “I’ll take care of that. My mouth has a date with her pussy.”
And Daniel, the cocky bastard, steps in. Tugging off her panties, tossing them onto the floor, then burying his face between her legs.
Sage arches her back, her head falling on the pillow, her lips parted. The loudest, most gorgeous moan I’ve ever heard falls from her lips. Keening. Hungry. And full of wild need.
I strip off my jacket, then my shirt, kick off my shoes, and climb onto the bed, taking her face in my hands and pressing a deep, possessive kiss to those lips of hers.
Needing her to feel me. Needing her to know that no matter who she kisses tonight, no matter who she touches, she comes home to these lips, to this mouth, to this man.
She wants that, judging from the way she lifts her hands, reaches for my face, and tugs me closer, kissing me ferociously as he kisses her pussy. She breaks the contact momentarily to whisper, “Kiss me all night. I want to feel you. I want to feel the possession in your kiss.”
“You will, every time.” I bring my lips down to kiss her again, but she jerks her head to the side, unleashes a wild cry, and then stares down at the sight between her legs.
My best friend flicks his tongue over her clit, moaning against her wetness, and she grabs his head, bringing him closer.
My cock thickens from her unfettered reaction. From her delirious need.
I can’t look away from her face as she gets closer and closer. I strip off her dress, tug it over her head, and reveal her fully to me, and to him, and to us. She wears a bustier, her stockings, and nothing else. She’s fucking his face as I shed the rest of my clothes.
And when she comes hard and ruthlessly, she falls back on the bed, moaning and groaning, running her hands through her hair.
She turns to me. “I want to ride you now. Take you all the way in me. And then I want Daniel at the same damn time.”
“You can have anything you want,” I tell her. And seconds later, I’m on my back as Sage takes off her bustier, climbs on top of me, and slides onto my cock.
After she takes me all the way in with a blissed-out groan, she turns her gaze behind her. Asking the other man in the room to join the party.