Travis smiles wide. “Sure, buddy.”
They both glance at me. I throw my hands up. Guess my ice cream is going to have to wait.
After a couple rounds of drinks, I drag them both out on the dance floor. If I have to stay and miss out on the deliciousness of my treat waiting for me, I’m at least going to have fun.
I can feel the heated glares of every girl in this place as I stride to the center of the floor. Travis stands behind me and Liam in front. Even if they don’t know they’re rock stars, they aren’t blind to their hotness. Liam has a total surfer vibe, but slightly edgier with his tattooed legs. That mixed with his boyish charm, those irresistible dimples, and disarmingly sexy curls.Swoon.
Travis is the complete opposite but so damn hot, my mouth waters just looking at him sometimes. He’s dressed in black cargo shorts and a sexy as hell ripped T-shirt that shows off his colorful ink. His hair is messy and his skin shines with a coat of sweat as his body rocks into mine. I know because I keep glancing over my shoulder at him.
Liam holds onto my hips lightly as he sways and Travis grinds into my ass. I arch back and his hold on my waist tightens. The hard outline of his dick is jammed against my ass as I move and a shudder runs through me. When the songswitches, I spin, facing Travis and letting my ass press against Liam. I dance between their warm bodies, letting my head fall back and my eyes close. The flashing lights, the bass vibrating through my body, and the feel of these two sexy men so close to me has me panting, sweaty, and slightly horny.
It’s somewherearound 2 a.m. when the three of us stumble into my room.
“God, I’m starving,” Travis groans, falling on my bed.
“I have some leftover tacos from last night.” I walk over to the mini fridge and pull out the Styrofoam container. The boys pounce. They don’t even bother to heat it up, they wolf it down cold. “Gee, I’m glad I didn’t want any,” I say, shaking my head and snatching what I haven’t stopped thinking about all night. My ice cream.
“Sorry, Ellie,” Liam says sheepishly.
“It’s fine.Thisis what I wanted.” I grab a spoon and pop the top off, taking a massive scoop and shoving it in my mouth. “Oh my Gawwdd.” I moan as the chocolate-glazed goodness melts on my tongue. It gets weirdly quiet in the room and my eyes flick to the guys. “What?”
“You wanna share that?” Travis asks, stepping toward me.
I hug the pint to my chest. “There’s not enough.”
He creeps closer, towering over me, backing me into the counter. “Come on, Ellie, don’t be stingy. Let me have a taste,” he says, voice low, and a hint of teasing in his tone. His proximity, mixed with the alcohol I’ve consumed, sends a dangerous tingle down my spine.
I add more ice cream on my spoon—not nearly as much as I gave myself—and put it to his lips. They curve into a little smirk before he opens, letting me feed him. He makes a showof licking it clean and I’m immediately reminded of how good it felt when he did that to me. He always knew just the right way to use his tongue ring for added pleasure. One time he used a vibrating ring. I don’t think I’ve ever screamed so loud. Thank God Liv wasn’t home that night.
As if he knows exactly where my mind went, he flicks his ring at me and my skin grows hot. Liam clears his throat, and I jump. Shit, I forgot he was here. “I should probably go to the bus.”
“Ellie’s sharing, don’t leave yet. Get you a lil taste, buddy.”
My eyes dart to Travis whose expression is dead serious. Sweat pricks my neck.
“Ah, I-I,” Liam stutters.
Travis reaches over and drags him closer. “Go on,” he urges.
I scoop some ice cream for Liam and hold the spoon out, my hand shaking a bit. Liam stares hard at me, seeming even more unsure. The small smile I send him has him opening his mouth and letting me press the ice cream to his tongue.
“Mmm,” he says, licking his lips. Suddenly, it’s five thousand degrees in here, and I can’t breathe. “That’s, yep, that’s good.”
“Not as good as Ellie,” Travis says. “She’s so fucking sweet, Liam.”
A weird, mousy little squeak comes out of me, and I squeeze the ice cream container so hard the side caves in.
Liam’s eyes are locked on mine with a heated gaze I’ve never seen from him before.
I fan myself with my shirt, feeling my nipples harden and throb around my piercings. “What’s going on here?” I manage to ask, but Travis takes the spoon from my hand and proceeds to feed me, letting a dollop fall to my chest. A shiver runs through me, but the ice cream instantly starts to melt from how hot my skin is. It runs down the cut in my sweater, sliding between my boobs.
“Oops.” He grins smugly. “Liam, can you help Ellie clean up?” He steps back, making room for Liam, who hesitates. “I’mnot allowed to touch her, but no one said anything about you.”
“I—” Liam starts, and I can’t help but let my eyes fall. There’s a bulge in his jeans and yep...his dick definitely works.
“It’s ok, Liam,” I find myself saying. I know this is bad, but I’m too turned-on to care. I want whatever’s happening. “If you want,” I add.
He nods his head, glancing at Travis, who gently shoves him closer to me. I lean against the counter, arching my back so my chest is on display. Travis steps to my side and grabs hold of my sweater, yanking it down just enough to expose my skin where the ice cream is coating me.
