That woke me up. As pretty as Christian Bale is, Brent and Cole were exactly where I wanted to be. So, my face broke from dumb shock into a pleasant smile and I bantered with him politely and leaned against the two men I loved. His eyebrows rose slightly when Cole ran an arm around my waist and Brent’s hand ran up and down my arm, but other than that, he didn’t comment. I did find out that they had done security for him when he’d had an overzealous fan stalking him and his daughter. He had like them so much that he’d had them install his homes – mansion - security systems.
After the small talk was through he was pulled away by someone – ah, his beautiful wife – and they made doe-eyes at one another as they made their way down the stairs.
As they walked away, I asked nonchalantly, “So how many beautiful people have you done jobs for exactly?”
They gripped me tighter, positively growling. I laughed and poked them, turning so I could face them. “I’m just teasing.” They still scowled. “Okay, yeah he’s very pretty. But he’s not you two.” I leaned up and kissed them both on their cheeks.
Blue and green eyes softened instantly and I pulled on their hands after getting rid of the nasty drink I had been given. I swear it was supposed to be a Margarita, but the tequila in it wasn’t sitting right like it normally did. Oh, well. Alcohol wasn’t needed to enjoy my time with them, anyway.
I tugged them down the stairs and on to the dance floor. Unsure of how this was going to go down, I moved through the crowd and turned toward them hesitantly. Sleeping next to each other was one thing, moving and grooving around one another was something else entirely. But, they surprised me.
They circled me like sharks before Brent stepped in front of me and Cole behind me. They pressed in close as the crowd surged to a new song that was fast, but almost trance like. My breath caught as their bodies contacted mine, shoulder to feet.
Then, they started to move. Their hips rolled against mine. Cole ran his hands down my sides, his fingertips grazing my breasts, and finding a stopping point on my hips. Brent’s fingers laced with mine and he brought my hands around his neck, and then he slid his hands down my arms to grip my shoulders.
I shivered and started moving with them. We found a rhythm, working together and grinding against one another to the choppy beat. I’m not the best dancer, but somehow with them, they made me look good. And feel good.And want.
We continued dancing and sweating and turning each other on until Phantogram took the stage. I should have been a heck of a lot more excited to watch one of my favorite artists, but instead I was panting and going crazy out of my mind with need. The crowd surged further and we were pressed even tighter together. Cole and Brent didn’t turn to watch the first song. Neither did I. We stared at one another, caught together.
Everyone started screaming around us and jumping and dancing again as she sang hauntingly beautiful, blue and silver strobe lights flaring over the stage and crowd. Slowly, Brentstarted dancing. Cole followed suit. Then, I did. And, as one, we flowed like we fit. It was hot and sticky and perfect. Need overtook me and my head fell back against Cole’s chest and I moaned, eyes closing.
They pushed harder.
Brent’s hand skimmed down my leg and he grabbed the back of my knee, hoisting it over his hip. My eyes snapped open at the movement. He glanced at Cole. Their eyes met over my head. I peered up at both of them. Something was being communicated between them that I couldn’t follow from this angle, but when Brent looked back down at me, my body froze. They continued to roll their hips against me, but I couldn’t move.
Brent’s head lowered to where my head rested against Cole’s chest. My lips parted in surprise and need. Oh, I needed this. I wanted this. I craved this. My brain screamed for him to kiss me as I panted and trembled between them.
And he did.
Brent’s heated mouth met mine with such force that I felt Cole take a step back, bracing himself and pressing back against us, keeping us from tumbling into the shrieking crowd. I expected Cole to back away after that, but instead I felt hot pants of air against the soft spot between my neck and shoulder right before his lips and teeth landed there. Brent’s tongue slid into my mouth at the same time Cole licked across my damp skin, nipping and sucking. I cried out into Brent’s mouth and gripped both of their heads in separate tight fists.
Cole rumbled, “Fuck.” Then he sucked harder, running his hands between Brent’s body and mine, cupping both of my breasts and squeezing them in a possessive hold.
Brent groaned pushing me farther, seizing my mouth in a blatantly carnal taking even as he shifted his chest so that Cole could maneuver his hands more easily.
I was shocked…and consumed. My pelvis ground forward into Brent’s throbbing erection, and then backward, rubbing my bottom against Cole’s evident hard-on. I moaned, withering between them, oblivious to all around us. They didn’t seem to notice, either. Nor did the screaming crowd, doing whatever they were doing, too.
Cole’s hands roamed my body, slipping behind me - between our bodies - and he gripped my butt, kneading and petting until his hands slid completely under my short skirt. I quaked and gasped as he ripped the crotch of my few pairs of panties. Brent broke off the kiss, our mouths still touching, breathing one another in. Green eyes peered in mine as Cole ran a finger down my slit, coating his finger in my juices.
I gasped and Cole muttered in wonderment, “You’re fucking soaking, sweetheart.”
“I need…I need…” I whispered, not able to voice much else, panting and pressing against his playful finger as I stared into the forest.
Brent’s green eyes shifted to Cole’s blue ones. They stayed there as his hand ran down between my breasts.
She started singing another song and the crowd roared as Brent’s hand dipped past my skirts edge and then up my inner thigh. I bit my lip and trembled as his fingers skated past the tattered remains of my panties and made contact with Cole’s deliberately teasing finger. Both froze, still staring at one another.
I didn’t freeze. Heck, no.I needed.
I chose that moment to grind against both of their fingers. Both gasped and started panting just as badly as I was when I swayed my hips back and forth, coating them. Brent shuddered and broke the mold first. His eyes met mine again as he placed a finger on either side of my clit. Forest on sky, he pinched lightly, scissoring his fingers with deliberate precision.
My eyes widened and my head flew back against Cole’s chest as I arched between them. I went crazy and ground against them as hard as I could as fiery pressure burned through my veins. My mouth opened to scream and suddenly Cole had a fist in my hair, startling me. He turned my head slightly and took my mouth in uncontrolled want as he spread my folds and thrust two slick fingers inside my tight channel.
I screamed.
Cole swallowed it and Brent pressed harder as I bucked between them. Both of their fingers working separately, but as one as I rode them hard.
Brent’s free hand gripped my thigh over his waist, keeping me spread for their invasion. Cole’s hand stayed fisted in my hair as he owned my mouth. Both sheltering me with their bodies so no one could see what they were doing, even if they happened to glance away from the stage or their own dancing partner. I was being swallowed by flames and didn’t give a rat’s patootie.
