Her lips brushed his again as she rocked her hips, trying to get friction on her clit. She wanted him to take control, to dictate her pleasure, as he liked to say. As much as she wished she was bold enough to say it aloud, the words wouldn’t come.
She loved every single second of every single encounter, but it was the times when Stone took complete control of her that she craved the most. Her favorite were the times when he was rough with her. She enjoyed play-fighting with him, allowing him to overpower her. Which he did easily. Those times were by far the most incredible. There was something freeing about giving him control, letting him own her.
His mouth moved closer to her ear. “You want me to control you.”
It wasn’t a question, but she nodded, a gasp slipping past her lips. She was going up in flames and he had barely touched her.
Stone pulled back, meeting her gaze. His eyes bounced over her face, and she knew he was gauging her response, ensuring he was understanding correctly. And that right there was the reason Nico’s question earlier had been preposterous. The thought of Stonemakingher do anything was ridiculous. There was a big difference betweenforceanddominate. Stone had taught her that. He’d promised her he would never force her to do anything, but if she were willing to give up control, he would definitely dominate.
He leaned in and kissed her chin, nudging her head back. His lips glided down her neck, then back up, along her jaw toward her ear again.
“Do you want to kiss him, Stevie?” he whispered.
She nodded.
“Then do it. Kiss him while I watch.”
His cock was hard as steel between her legs, but she swore she felt it harden more. The idea that it turned him on only made her hotter.
Pulling back, Stevie looked at Nico. He was watching her, his eyes glazed. She’d known him a long time. Not once had she ever seen that look on his face. Pure lust glittered in his blue eyes.
Once again, that rush of empowerment flooded her veins, and she found herself wanting to take charge, to make the first move.
She shifted her legs so that she was straddling one of Stone’s thighs and one of Nico’s, then kept going, moving over so that she was on Nico’s lap, straddling his thighs. His hands shifted to her hips. She felt the strength in them even as he kept his touch gentle. Like he was holding himself back. That thrilled her. The idea he wanted her ... it caused her blood to heat to boiling.
Thank God for Jägermeister. It was giving her the courage she needed to take what they were offering.
Stevie cupped Nico’s face, holding his stare as she leaned in. His eyes never left hers as his breath fanned her lips. For only a brief moment did she feel guilty, concerned that Chelsea was going to be pissed if she ever found out. Which she would, no doubt. Stevie knew she should care, but at the moment, she couldn’t bring herself to.
She could feel Stone watching them, and the thrill of that ricocheted off her nerve endings, causing her skin to tingle.
Leaning in, Stevie went slow, holding Nico’s stare, wondering if he would kiss her first or even at all. This man was not a stranger to her. She knew Nico better than she knew Stone. He’d been in her life since the fourth grade, ever since she became BFFs with Niyah. Stevie had been to the Daugherty’s house, spent the night so many times. She’d had a crush on Nico for the longest time, but aside from those brief, erotic conversations she had with Stone about him, she rarely thought about him. Not since the day she met Stone. She had no room for any other man because Stone was the only one for her. And until this moment, he’d been the only one she wanted to kiss for the rest of her life.
“Stevie,” Nico whispered, his hand sliding up her back, beneath her T-shirt. Warm, firm, confident.
She tilted her head, angling her lips so they covered his. The kiss was a light brush of their mouths, nothing more for several seconds. She felt the slightly swollen corner where Stone had hit him and tried to pull back, not wanting to hurt him. Nico had other ideas because his warm hand tightened across her back, his lips parting, the tip of his tongue sliding along her lower lip. Hesitantly, she greeted his tongue with her own, exploring this new endeavor. And then he was kissing her, the hand on her back pressing her closer, his other hand sliding up her thigh, his fingertips slipping beneath her shorts, his tongue dancing with hers as though they’d been doing this for a long time.
A soft groan sounded. She wasn’t sure whether it was Nico or Stone or both. It didn’t matter because she was floating on a wave of intense pleasure as Nico’s hands moved, pulling her closer until her breasts were crushed to his chest. As with Stone, she fit perfectly, like she’d been made for him.
Stone moved, but she didn’t stop kissing Nico. She didn’t want to. The feelings that washed over her were intense. An emotional and physical rush that made her lightheaded.
And then there was warmth at her back. She was aware of the hardness of Stone’s thighs as they pressed against her butt. He was behind her, straddling Nico’s legs, molding himself to her as his arms came around her, his hands sliding beneath her T-shirt. His callused fingers scraped sensually against her belly, and her nipples tightened.
She felt Stone’s lips on her neck, and she gasped, pulling back from Nico as the pleasure doubled. It was almost too much, the two of them touching her like this.
Nico was no longer a placeholder. He lifted the hem of her shirt, raising it, forcing her to lift her arms so he could remove it. She did, and before her arms lowered, Stone had unhooked her bra and was letting it slide down her arms.
A soft gasp escaped Nico as he stared at her breasts, licking his lips as though he couldn’t wait to taste her.
Stone’s hands grazed her ribs as they moved upward before cupping her breasts. Her breasts didn’t come close to filling his hands, but Stone told her he loved her tits. Not because of their size but because of how sensitive they were. She leaned into him when he pinched her nipples, plucking them until they were so tight she felt an invisible tug on her clit.
“Tell me you haven’t thought about what she tastes like,” Stone told Nico.
Nico’s eyes lifted, his gaze finding Stone over her shoulder. He didn’t respond, but he leaned forward. When Stone stopped pinching her nipples, Nico licked the pebbled nub once, then drew circles with the tip of his tongue.
Stevie whimpered. “Oh, God.”
“Feel good?” Stone whispered, his words directed toward her ear.
