Compulsively wanton.
The night moves along, and with the passing time, the party and music and cravings collide.
“Have you ever been with two men before, Jenn?” Shane traps my hips and tickles the shell of my ear with his lips.
I drop my head to look up at him. To look up at both of them. They tower over my five-foot-three frame. “No. Have you ever fucked a bartender with pink hair before?”
“Never,” Chase rumbles from behind me, both his hands planted firmly on my rib cage, a provocative centimeter below my breasts.
“Then it’s a first for all of us.” I nearly moan as I rub up against two hard chests. I’ve never been so confused, conflicted, or turned on in my life. But I want these two men, and it’s scaring the shit out of me. It’s one thing to hook up with one complete stranger, it’s something else entirely to hook up with two. But my adventurous side is emerging, and the idea of being with the both of them, just once, is way too tempting to pass up. I can’t say no. I won’t say no.
“Let’s get out of here.” Chase yanks on my hand, but I jerk it back.
“I can’t leave. I have to lock up.” My sound side is such a downer.
“Is there someplace we can go? Disappear?” Shane seizes the back of my head, a yearning look in his eyes and a straining bulge poking me in the thigh. I breathe heavily, trying to get my bearings. I’m overwhelmed, excited, and terrified. It feels as if I’m about to jump off a twenty-story building.
“There is someplace,” I utter over the music, loud enough for only them to hear. “Wait a few minutes then follow me.”
It wouldn’t look weird or anything if the three of us walked off together and disappeared behind a door that blatantly reads ‘Do not enter.’
With a lingering look at both of them, I walk backward off the dance floor, my heart beating a mile a minute. I steal a bottle of whatever I can get my hands on from behind the bar then slink into the stairwell. I take two large swigs of the Bacardi rum before Shane and Chase appear before me and crowd the tiny space. It’s a free for all after that. Everything that has been festering over the last few hours combusts. I close my eyes and suck in a fitful gulp of air before a pair of lips is touching mine. I don’t know whose they are, but at this point, I don’t care. I just open my mouth and accept whatever is about to happen. A moment later, searing robust kisses are being trailed up my neck, and my nerve endings erupt. Two men, at the same time, touching me. Kissing me, caressing me. I reach for both of them, a frenzy of tongues lashing at each other, all fighting for control. I pull away, desperate for air, and open my eyes to witness a clash of mouths directly in front of my face.Holy fucking shit, the world grinds to a screeching halt. I watch with morbid fascination as the two men who were just kissing me are now kissing each other. Not just kiss—devour, swallow, ravage. I mean, I knew. I pegged them from the very beginning, but I wasn’t prepared to experience it firsthand. I wasn’t prepared for the way it was going to affect me. The way it was going to loot my senses and dismember my control.
Shane and Chase separate, and the only thing I can do is lean against the wall in shocked silence.
“What’s the matter? You’ve never seen two men kiss before?” Shane asks, winded.
I fight to shake my head.Fuck, I fight to force out words. “No, I can’t say that I have. Not two inches in front of my face.”
“You’ll get used to it. We’ll desensitize you.” Chase licks my neck, and I start to spiral all over again. I grab onto Shane’s thick wavy locks as my knees turn to Jell-O. I don’t know how to navigate these waters, but I’m more than willing to be dragged out with the tide.
“Do you want us, Jenn? Tell us you want us. Tell us you want us as much as we want you.” They both attack me again with angry tongues and possessive hands.
“Yes, I want you. I fucking want both of you.”
It’s as if I recited magic words, because as soon as I declare my consent, I start to spin. We don’t even make it up to my intended destination, the spare room at the top of the stairs where there’s a pullout couch and guaranteed privacy. That small room has housed so many strays. Me included. It was my home for so many years. In some ways, it still is.
Shane and Chase don’t seem to be bothered with the location, because they strip me naked right in the stairwell. My cutoff shorts and tank top becoming a crumpled ball in the corner.
“No one but us is going to see this body.” Chase blockades the door with his broad stance. The landing of the stairwell is literally three feet by three feet. Barely enough room for one body, let alone three, but somehow, we make it work, shifting into a manageable position. Shane sitting on the stairs, me situated between his legs, Chase standing directly behind me. I’m enclosed in wall-to-wall man. A totem for them to take advantage of. To touch and fondle and finger without interruption.
“Are you nervous?” Shane asks as he runs his fingertips up my inner thigh.
“Yes.” I sigh at his soft touch. “I’m also excited.”
“Let’s see how excited.” He pets my clit before easily sliding two fingers inside me. He pumps his wrist, and I have to brace myself by placing my hands on the walls beside me. I look like a sexual sacrifice on a cross.
“Are you wet, little one?” Chase reaches around to get in on the action, stroking my sensitive clit while Shane relentlessly fingers me.
“She’s so wet.” Shane withdraws his hand and sucks his fingers into his mouth. “And so sweet.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck. I nearly pass out watching him indulge on the juice glistening on his finger.
“How sweet?” Chase leans in over my shoulder.
“See for yourself.” Their mouths meet once again, and once again, I watch in a drug-induced haze as their tongues roll and jaws stretch and eyes flutter. I touch my hand to where their faces join, wanting to be part of their connection, somehow, someway, even if minutely. They break apart and Chase nips at my finger. “We won’t leave you out,” he assures me in a lustful tone.
“Good. Because I was beginning to get lonely.” I lean in and tentatively kiss the corner of his mouth.
