I came in on the third bar, layering my melody over his, adding a melancholy that hinted at the future turmoil of the third movement, where the pleasure of opium has morphed into the pain.
I turned toward Ivan as I played, and as the music took me over my body moved, swaying and dipping with the music. Ivan’s gaze followed me, that ice burning my skin like fire. A laugh escaped my throat as the music lifted away my fears, my inhibitions. I felt like I was sinking under opium’s spell.
Or perhaps that was the spell cast by the two beautiful, broken muses who played for me, toyed with me, their eyes raking my skin even as their fingers called forth more old and reckless magic.
Ivan moved closer, his eyes never leaving mine as he faced me, bow to bow, our fingers and wrists working in unison – an evenly-matched duel where the winner would take away… what? The tension between us pulled taut, like a cord that would either crush us against each other or snap apart and fling us across the room. We hung there, suspended inside the music, our bows casting magic into the air.
Dorien’s fingers slid from the keys, leaving me and Ivan on our own. Violins screeched through the cavernous space as we descended into the dark euphoria of the second movement. I didn’t stop playing as Dorien moved behind me, his presence dancing across my skin. I couldn’t stop. The music had taken hold of me.
Dorien’s hand slid up my thigh.
His touch was pure sin and fire. Ivan’s eyes captured me, trapped me between them. Every inch of my skin sizzled with heat.
Fingers touched my hair, trailing through the strands as Dorien pushed it aside. Warm lips grazed my neck as the hand slid further around me. His fingers splayed across my stomach, pressing me back against him, grinding my ass against his jeans until I could feel his hard cock.
Hard forme.
Ivan’s bow squealed on the strings. My mouth opened as Dorien kissed a trail of fire along my neck.
“Fuck this,” Ivan groaned. He tossed his violin onto the chair, not caring that the instrument slid off and bounced on the rug. He closed the space between us, pressing his body against mine, trapping my hands so I could no longer play.
His lips met mine with a longing that knocked my breath away. Ivan clung to me like he was drowning and I was his lifeline. I sank into him, reveling in the joy of being wanted.
Ivan’s fingers wrapped around my neck, pulling me closer, crushing my instrument between us. Dorien grabbed the neck, and I released my grip so he could tug it away. Now nothing separated us but the promise hanging in the air.
Dorien’s finger slipped under the hem of my t-shirt. I gasped into Ivan’s mouth as warm fingers touched the bare skin of my stomach. Ivan made this growling noise that was so fucking delectable.
Dorien tugged at my shirt, dragging his hands over my flesh as he rolled it up. His hands grasped my breasts through my bra, and his teeth dragged over my neck.
Fingers circled my nipples through the sheer fabric of my bra, and I thought my pounding heart would burst from my chest. I’d lost all sense of whose hands were where; all I knew was how amazing I felt.
I had so many questions, but if I asked, we’d have to stop. And I didn’t want to stop. Not when their hands were everywhere and their lips and tongues…
“Piano bench,” Dorien rasped, his voice tight with need.
Ivan looped his fingers in mine and led me to the bench. He splayed his fingers across my shoulder, pressing me back until I lay down against the floral fabric. The filigree moldings on the ceiling framed Ivan’s face like a halo as he dragged me into another of his intense kisses.
“No hogging the prize, Nicolescu.”
With a grunt of protest, Ivan rolled off me. I whimpered with need of him, but Dorien’s fingers were on my fly, unbuttoning my jeans and pulling them off my hips, and the kiss of the air against my skin and the prickle of their eyes on me sent a wild ache deep into my core. Ivan reached around and flicked off my bra, tossing it across the room. The boy who had been in my dreams since I was eight years old and the sapphire beauty who stole my breath stared down at my body covered only in a scrap of black fabric. I reveled in their gaze. Here, I was the one in power.
A wicked smirk crept over Dorien’s face. He bent in front of me, nudging my legs open. His hand brushed over the fabric of my panties. I gripped the edges of the stool. “You’re soaked,” he whispered, his tone reverent.
Ivan bent down at the other end of the bench, beside me. I thought he’d lean in to kiss me, but instead, his lips closed over my nipple. The sensation of his hot tongue flicking over that sensitive nub sent molten lava flowing through my veins.
With one swipe, Dorien tore my panties off, tossing the ruined fabric aside. He bent over me, and as Ivan sucked my nipple into his mouth, Dorien’s tongue circled my clit.
Holy fucktrumpets, that’s amazingggggggg…
Dorien’s tongue worked in slow circles, taking his time, teasing out the heat inside me. Ivan moved to my neglected nipple and gave it the attention it deserved.
I writhed between them, knowing I was making a wet spot on the bench and not caring one bit. Dorien worked a finger inside me as he licked at my wetness, and I was gone gone gone.
Fire crashed over me in waves, like a tsunami of heat pulling me under, tossing my body on an ocean of ecstasy. I lost myself to the fire and the warmth and the pleasure, surfacing moments later to see the two Muses leaning back, their arms around each other as they stared down at me like I was some treasure they’d just uncovered.
Ivan’s sapphire eyes twinkled with delight, and Dorien’s smug expression begged to be slapped.
As the heady warmth in my veins subsided, I became aware of the tension hanging in the air again. We weren’t finished yet.
