Me?
Before I could answer, she crawled toward me withintoxicated movements. She snuggled against me before wrapping her hand around my neck and drawing me in for a kiss. Mira’s lips were soft and had a hint of alcohol on them. I pulled away to look at Michael, whose eyes were locked on us.
“Can I fuck her?” Mira asked with a slur of her words, her blue eyes meeting Michael’s.
His mouth dropped open. He shook his head but his motions turned into a nod, as if he was fighting with himself about what he wanted.
“You can watch,” she said with a bite of her lip.
Michael scooted back a little to let me lie back, and Mira pulled my attention back to her with hungry lips. I moaned as she kissed my neck. Her hands lifted my dress as she lowered herself between my legs, and I reached back and rubbed the front of Michael’s pants, feeling his twitching erection through his slacks. I gasped as she pulled my panties aside and placed her warm mouth against me. She licked me as if the drugs fueled her tongue. I opened my eyes at the sound of Michael’s zipper falling. He pulled out his cock and I stroked him, moving my hand with the motion of her mouth. The more she pleased me and made my back arch in ecstasy, the faster I stroked him. He thrust his hips forward against my touch. Michael’s cock throbbed in my hand as a hot and hungry tongue devoured me.
Mira slipped her fingers inside me, fingering me as she licked me. The drugs coursed through my veins, awakening my senses and taking over my nerves like a wildfire. I’d never felt such sensations.
Mira sat up and wiped her mouth with the back ofher hand before licking me off her fingers. “I have an idea. I’m going to go get Mister! Let’s turn this threesome into a foursome.”
She didn’t ask. Shetoldus. She stood and left the room without covering herself. I looked at Michael once she was gone.
“Should we?” I asked with heavy breaths.
“I-I don’t know. Maybe?” he said with a nervous brush of his hand through his hair.
“Let’s see what happens,” I whispered to Michael. “We can stop at any time.” It was beginning to feel like a scene from one of my novels. I pinched myself to make sure I hadn’t fallen asleep while reading, but it was very real.
When Mira returned with Mr. Roderick, he wore a broad smile across his face. “Mira said you guys want to swap?” he asked with a curious lift of his eyebrows.
“Well, I mean . . . we . . . thought about it,” I said.
“I can tell you this, Michael. If you fuck Mira, you won’t regret it,” Mr. Roderick said. He turned his sultry gaze toward me. “And it looks like I wouldn’t regret it with her, either.”
My heart raced within my chest. He was handsome and his confidence was sexy, but I couldn’t imagine this really happening. Michael sleeping with someone else?Mesleeping with someone else?
“Shall we, Zoey?” Mira bit her lip.
Mr. Roderick sat on the opposite side of the couch, and Mira grabbed my hand and helped me to my feet. I looked at her with wide eyes. I reached down to slip off my heels, and she smiled sweetly at me. Her hand slidtoward my back and lowered the zipper on my dress. The fabric fell past my shoulders, exposing my black bra, and Mira kissed me as she unclasped my bra. I slid it off, along with my dress, and Mira removed her skirt.
I bit my lip as I stared at her body. Only black panties covered her. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of my panties and eased them down, and I kicked them away before doing the same to her.
Mira pushed me onto the couch and straddled my waist, pressing her warmth against my lap. She kissed me, moaning against my mouth as Mr. Roderick reached over and grabbed her ass. Her lips trailed down my neck and over my breasts until her tongue wrapped around my nipples. With an eager hand, she squeezed the flesh of my chest. I reached between her legs and found her wet excitement. I rubbed her, making her moan.
“Can I fuck him?” she asked in a whisper against my mouth as she kissed me again. Her eyes flashed at Michael.
Her question caught me off guard and the thought twisted my stomach into knots, but the way she bit her lip and stared at me—coupled with whatever drugs we’d done—made me nod my head. She slid off my lap and straddled Michael's. He looked at me for permission before he even put his hands on her sides. Despite the sweat forming on my temples, I agreed with a curt nod.
As Mira kissed him, I ached with jealousy, but it wasn’t the sort of jealousy that made me feel sick. It turned me on. She grinded herself against his cock as she worked off his pants.
The moment Mira's lips met Michael's, Mr.Roderick leaned into me for a kiss. He smelled like cologne and liquor, a potent smell that was neither pleasant nor unbearable. His lips spread on mine, and I whimpered as he bit my lower lip. My stomach tightened and a wave of guilt-fueled nausea rushed through me. I had no idea why. Mira had her mouth on Michael's and he seemed fine.
Mr. Roderick pulled away and looked at me. There was a hint of leftover powder around his nostrils. When I didn’t stop him, he wrapped a hand around the back of my neck and drew me toward him for another kiss as his hand wandered to my bare thigh. I made a noise that I didn't intend to make. A slightly audible breath of protest.
The moment Michael heard it, he leaned away from Mira and looked at me. I swallowed hard. His eyes remained on me as Mr. Roderick widened his kiss against my mouth. Michael's cheeks flushed red, but the twist in his lips made me sure it wasn't only from arousal. Just by looking at me and witnessing the subtlest change in my body language, he knew I neededhim, not Mr. Roderick.
“Mira...I’m so sorry...” He pulled away from her, trying to escape her relentless kisses. “I can't do this.”
Mira smiled at him, wiping the lipstick from around her lips. “It's okay.” She climbed off his lap and grabbed her dress from the floor. Her cheeks were a deep shade of red that stood out against her pale skin.
Though Mira had listened to Michael, Mr. Roderick didn’t stop his hand’s ascent up my thighs or pull his mouth from my skin as he dropped to one of my breasts.
“I said I can’t do this, Mr. Roderick, which meansshecan’t do this,” Michael said, raising his voice with a sternness I’d never really heard.
