Page 45 of Spin the Damn Bottle

Over the last few weeks, I've accepted a lot of things about myself, what I like, what I want to try. I want this. I'm still so freaking nervous when I have to take charge, though.

I glance at Jason, and he holds my stare, unreadable. I don't doubt he'll get me out of here if I want him to. Not for one second.

I get to my knees and lean over to take the bottle. In one look,I sweep over the entire room. After I spin, I'm going to touch one of them. Harry, Jeremy, Oscar, Nick, and Paul are every straight girl's fantasy throughout the country. I wouldn't have thought Sarah Dee and Nanee were my type about eight minutes ago. Now, I'm not so sure.

I stare down at the bottle.

Then I spin.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

The glass bottle pirouettes across the cold stone floor.

I sit back on my heels and watch it turn for a lot longer than it did for Nanee. At least, it feels like it. It starts to slow down, and I glance up to the direction of the neck. Nick. Paul. Nanee… For a second, I think it might stop at the beautiful Indian girl, but the bottle keeps going until it's pointing right at her boyfriend.

I stare up at Harry Voss, astounded. I think my stomach drops, but it's certainly not in disappointment. Apprehension, maybe. Anticipation, certainly.

"Someone else is going to have to time." He removes his watch and dangles it in the air, indifferent to who picks it up. His eyes are staying focused on me. "You ready for me, pretty lady?"

I swallow the clog in my throat, but I nod. Then I immediately glance at Jason. He only smirks and lies back, hands flat behind him, everything about his posture expressing he's just fine with this development.

Harry Voss stands and crosses the circle to reach me. "Are we trying for a one or a three?"

I'm confused, uncertain about what those options entail. "A three is we both orgasm, right? Is that even possible in seven minutes?"

Everyone chuckles.

"It's ambitious, I'll admit," Harry concedes, sitting between Jason and I. "But after that display, I'm hard as fuck so I'll come fast. How about you, Nadia?"

I'm soaked and my insides are so fucking tight. I could have come just by rubbing my thighs, really. And this is Harry Voss. "Yeah. I think…yeah."

"A three it is." He looks over at his bandmate, armed with his watch. "Ready?"

"I'll call it on three. Two. One…" Oscar makes this number last. "Show time."

Harry's hand hooks around the back of my neck, and his dark eyes bore into me before his hot mouth closes over mine. Fuck. I'm kissing Harry Voss. Really kissing him, deep and hard, like I'm starved for more. His free hand runs along my thighs, burning everywhere it touches.

I bend toward him, and he lets me tower over him, leaning back.

He lets go of both my leg and neck to fiddle with the opening of his slacks. As he strives to free his hard length, I get rid of my tights, and slide the length of my dress up. By the time I'm done, I can feel a hot, velvet-soft member right on my inner leg. I don't let go of his mouth, as I take it in my fist, and direct it at my entrance.

My eyes rise to look at Jason as I lower myself on Harry's cock, slowly, feeling every inch in that position.

"Four minutes," Oscar offers unprompted.

Almost half of our time is gone.

Harry thrusts up, hard, slamming inside me. "Oh, god."

He hisses as he lowers his hips, and pushes inside me again. He's thicker than what I'm used to, and fills me to the brink.

His large hands find my waist, anchoring me. I place my palms on his chest and squat over him. Then I lower my weight on his cock. He grunts, throwing his head back. "Fucking hell, Nadia, you're so fucking hot."

I ride him hard and fast, taking my pleasure. He thrusts up to meet me, slapping against my ass again and again, and again.

Harry's hand moves from my waist to my breasts, and roughly pushes the hem of my dress down, uncovering my bra. He shoves his hand underneath and palms one, softly at first, then rough.

I start to pant as my insides tighten.