Prologue #2
If the want was there and reciprocated, nothing was off-limits.
So, when I approached her on the other side of the bar, I got closer than I would if I were one of those motherfuckers trying to date a woman on the outside. I wanted to know if, with little distance between us, my hard-on would throb as it had when I first spotted her.
Fuck.
It was worse.
She was the one …
While she faced me, I wrapped my arm around the wooden lip of the bar top; the position placed her near my chest, the top of her head reaching the base of my neck, even while she was in heels.
She looked up at me, the movement slow, deliberate.
Sensual, even if she wasn’t trying. What stared back at me was an intense, passionate craving—just the sight I wanted to see.
I took a deep inhale; her scent was unique. As if lime and orange had fucked. A perfect combination for someone whose body was already sweet enough.
I let the silence linger. Words weren’t a rule.
But in that quietness, something passed.
A need.
And it was taking over every goddamn inch of me.
I brought the scotch up to my lips and swallowed. “I see you.”
Her smile was as achingly beautiful as her body. “I see you.” Her hands were empty and unfortunately not on me.
“Do you have a drink?”
“I haven’t had a chance to order one.”
“Let me fix that.” I waved the bartender over and said to the blonde, “What would you like?”
“Martini. Extra filthy.”
I chuckled. “Is that what you normally drink? Or just here?”
“That’s my normal order.” I could tell she was amused by my question. “What’s that?” She nodded toward my glass.
I held up the short tumbler. “The drink I’m going to pour all over your body and lick off.”
She chewed her plump red lips, breaking our gaze to glance at the brunette who had just joined her—a woman who was certainly hot, but she had nothing on the blonde. “You mean, our bodies.” The blonde looked at me again. “Tonight, we’re a package deal. You don’t get one, you get both.”
Jesus fucking Christ.
It was going to be a long and perfect night.
I picked up the martini the bartender had placed down and gave it to the blonde before I clasped her hand. I then wrapped an arm around the brunette’s shoulders, resting the tumbler on top of her cleavage, wondering how she would react to the coldness of the glass.
Her smile told me she liked it.
I was curious how the two of them would sound if I dragged the ice down their naked skin. I didn’t want to wait to find out.
I nodded toward one of the hallways, a location I’d been many times prior, and I grazed my nose across one of the blonde’s long strands. “Are you sure you want to share me?”
The question wasn’t needed; I just liked the verbal foreplay.
“Are you sure you can handle a threesome?” The blonde leaned into me, her focus turning to my lips, pulling one into her mouth. Biting it.
Fuck me.
“Let’s go get a room,” I ordered.
The women didn’t move from my hold—the cold glass remained resting on the brunette’s tit, my fingers linked with the blonde as we entered the hallway.
There was a small light next to each door—red indicated it was occupied, green that it was vacant.
I chose a room halfway to the end, and once the ladies were inside, I shut us in, flipping the switch to glow red.
When I turned toward them, they were standing on the other side of the leather-bound table in the center of the room.
A tantra chair was in the corner, and there were straps and mechanisms on the walls, fulfilling different kinds of kinks.
The interior had been painted black, and the lights, recessed from the ceiling, were tiny pinpoints aimed straight down, their shine creating shadows, not spotlights.
I set my drink on the table and touched my tie without loosening it. “I want you naked.”
My gaze slowly dipped down the blonde’s body.
The dress, skintight, looked like a red ribbon that had been wrapped around her in a bandage style, quitting well above her knee; the straps were the same thickness as the layers, pressing her tits high, and elevated to give her extra cleavage.
The brunette’s style was a bit more provocative; only lace covered her body, and a thong was all she had on beneath. Her makeup was as dark as her gaze.
“Both of you. Now.”
The blonde turned her back to the brunette, and she lowered the zipper of the blonde’s dress, their eyes on me the entire time.
“And you?” This was the first time I had heard the brunette’s voice. “Are you getting naked?”
“When I tell you to take my clothes off, that’s when I’ll get naked.” I nodded toward their movements. “Speed things up.” The blonde was stepping out of her dress as I added, “And leave the heels on.”
The brunette apparently didn’t have a zipper because she lifted the dress over her head before shimmying the thong down the length of her legs. Even undressed, she wasn’t holding my attention.
The blonde was.
And now that nothing covered the blonde, what was left behind was the smoothest-looking skin.
A set of natural tits that would fill my palms—a thought that made me fucking ache, especially as her nipples hardened.
Even though I could stare at them forever, my gaze dropped to the flatness of her stomach, the gentle curve of her hips.
The flex in her thighs and the impeccable V between them.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”
A comment that both could accept, but it was only directed at one.
And a comment that made the two women look at each other and smile.
“There.” I waited for the blonde’s attention and pointed at the tantra chair—a piece of furniture almost shaped like a camel’s back with two humps, one near the head and the other near the toe.
“That’s where I want you. Sitting at the highest point with your legs spread across it.
” I turned toward the brunette. “And I want you lying on your stomach in front of her.”
The women gripped each other’s hands as they walked over to the chair and got into position, breaking contact the moment they had to climb onto their different sections of the chair.
I followed them over, leaning down to the brunette’s face. “Not there. I want you higher.” I glanced up the hill of the chair, between the blonde’s legs—a direct view of her pussy. Wetness glistened on her skin. “I want your tongue on her cunt.”
I couldn’t stop my hand from wandering toward the blonde. The moment I touched her, she let out a loud breath, the sound deepening as I stroked her clit. A clit that was already hard and fucking soaked.
“I want you to lick right here.”
The brunette was watching the movement of my thumb.
“Not here.” I lowered to her pussy, allowing my finger to dip in an inch, earning a loud moan from the blonde. But that was all I gave myself—and her. A tiny sample of what would soon be mine.
“I get to taste her before you?” the brunette asked.
I held her chin. “You’re a lucky woman.” I ran my thumb across her mouth, still wet from the blonde’s pussy. “Don’t make her wait any longer.”
The brunette crawled up the incline, and once she came into contact with the blonde’s pussy, the blonde let out a moan that vibrated through my whole goddamn body.
“Feel good?” I asked the blonde.
I hadn’t moved. I was still at the base of the chair, rubbing my palm over the brunette’s ass, giving it a slap every few rotations.
The blonde’s head tilted back when she replied, “Incredible.”
“You want more?”
She was holding the top of the brunette’s head and released it to run her hand up her stomach, stopping at her tit to squeeze her nipple. “Yes.”
“Of course you do.” I grabbed a handful of dark hair and pulled her face away from the blonde’s pussy. “How does she taste?”
Her lips were soaked, her eyes full of desire. “Perfection.”
“Mmm.” My hard-on beat inside my suit pants as though a drum were pounding against it.