"No, not at all," Elisa clarified. "But when we both agree that a woman is... interesting... we allow ourselves the indulgence."
"And when it’s the three of you?" Vanessa’s gaze locked onto mine. I slid my hand higher, my fingers reaching the seam of her trousers.
"Then there's no problem sharing," Sarki replied, caressing Elisa’s shoulder. Elisa responded by pulling her into a long, slow kiss. I signaled the waiter for another bottle of champagne.
"And what’s life like in the upper echelons of fashion, Elisa?" I asked, my fingers drumming a rhythmic pattern on Vanessa’s inner thigh. I stayed focused on the conversation, only offering a comment here and there. I noticed Vanessa swallowing hard every time my hand strayed toward her center.
"Every day I tell myself this is the last show, that I’m finally going to retire," Elisa said with a sigh.
"And every time, she receives the flowers and the standing ovation, and suddenly she’s signing on for the next season," Sarki teased.
"That sounds like her," I said, offering Elisa a warm, knowing smile. "And who can blame the world? She’s incredible."
Elisa eventually excused herself to the restroom, and Sarki followed close behind. They were gone much longer than asimple touch-up required. Vanessa and I continued to pick at our food, the air between us thick with the scent of expensive wine and unspoken invitations.
"I suspect they’re a little occupied in the powder room," I remarked between sips of champagne.
"Is it just me," Vanessa whispered, leaning in closer, "or is the flirting between the four of us becoming dangerously obvious?"
"Between you and me, the spark was already there," I murmured, leaning closer to Vanessa. "Between the four of us, it’s becoming... well, that depends entirely on how far you’re willing to go."
"I want that," Vanessa said softly, her gaze drifting to Sarki and Elisa as they emerged from the hallway, their cheeks flushed and their smiles far too wide to be innocent.
Vanessa pressed her lips against my earlobe, her breath hitching. "Accompany me to the restroom?" she whispered. I told her to go ahead. That I’d be right behind her. She squeezed my shoulder, leaning in for one final, devastating remark.
"I’m certain you’re going to devour me like you’re dying of thirst and I’m the only source of water in your life."
My body jolted at the words; a sharp contraction centered deep within me. I took a ragged breath and closed my eyes, my head spinning as if every nerve ending had suddenly been plugged into a live wire.
"What was that all about?" Sarki asked, her eyes trailing Vanessa’s retreat toward the restroom.
"Excuse me, my angels," I said, my voice steadier than I felt. "I need to powder my nose."
"We’re going to invite Vanessa to spend the night with us," Sarki informed me, her tone casual yet suggestive. "Elisa wanted you there, too."
"If she accepts, I’m in. But the three of us together? That’s always a recipe for trouble," I teased. Elisa let out a quiet, knowing laugh, well aware of the playful jealousy that often flared between Sarki and me.
I rose from the table and made my way into the restroom. I caught a glimpse of those amber eyes through the gap of a stall door and slipped inside before it could even click shut.
The moment our bodies collided, words became obsolete. I hiked her silk dress up to her waist, burying my face in the crook of her neck while our mouths met in a punishing, desperate kiss. It was a collision charged with days of repressed lust, of being teased and doing the teasing.
What I needed, what I craved… was the release. Her hands gripped my shoulders with bruising force. As quickly as we had entered the stall, I hooked a finger into the side of her lace panties, pulling them aside to find her slick and ready. I moved as one, penetrating her with two fingers, driven by a hunger that wouldn't be denied.
The movements are agile, precise, and strong. At least that's what I think I'm doing. She moans with one hand covering her mouth. I continue the movements until she cums on my fingers. I'm not relieved, but I know I'm going to eat this woman like a feast.
I pull my fingers out of her and bring them to my mouth. I suck on them one by one while I feel her eyes glued to me. "Damn, Megan. What are you feeling?"
"Horny. Just horny." She laughs, adjusts her dress, and pulls me out of the stall.
"Let's finish eating with your friends and go back to the hotel." I nod in agreement, and when we return to the table, Sarki and Elisa are kissing.
#27
“'Cause I just want you here tonight holding on to me so tight what more can I do?" - Mariah Carey
Vanessa’s gaze was fixed on them, her eyes dark with a familiar heat. I knew then that watching others was a trigger for her, a spark that fueled her own fire, and that realization sent a jolt of excitement through me. I squeezed her thighs through the silk of her dress, and she let out a low, vibrating moan.
"Would you like to spend the night with the three of us?" I whispered, my lips brushing her ear. I watched as she bit her lip, a slow nod of surrender following.
