The fire crackles. I feel my own heartbeat in my throat.
William's champagne glass comes down onto the table very slowly.
Then Carter stands up.
He comes around the table, takes my hand, pulls me up and he kisses me like he's been holding that back all night. I grab the front of his jacket with both hands and hold on.
Still holding my hand he starts walking us inside.
Behind me I hear the soft scrape of chairs.
The bedroom is past the half-wall of pale stone, separated from the living space, and Carter leads me through it. Platform bed, wide and low, pale oak frame, bedding in warm white.
No candles. The only light is from the suspended fireplace in the corner, glass-fronted, the flame steady behind it, and everything in the room is golden and shadow.
I stand in the middle of the room.
Carter comes back to me, pulls me in and kisses me again, his hands firm at my waist.
I feel a mouth at my back.
I turn my head and Carter takes the opportunity to kiss my neck
Over my shoulder I see William directly behind me, eyes down, completely focused on my spine. He starts tracing my tattoo with his mouth. Slow and deliberate like he's learning it. His lips are warm, careful and I feel each point of contact shoot through me in a straight line to my center.
Carter's mouth is at my throat, his teeth dragging gently over my pulse. William's hands come to my waist from behind and he keeps kissing down my spine.
Across the room Adrian is undressing. He's pulled his jacket off and dropped it, already working his shirt buttons with the focused efficiency of a man who is done waiting. He drops the shirt. His chest is broad and he's watching me between Carter and William with an attention that makes my skin feel too tight.
William turns me.
Gentle, his hands at my waist, rotating me to face him. He looks at me for one second that stretches, his jaw set, something in his eyes that is barely contained, and then he kisses me and I feel all of it. The want in it, the specific pressure and heat of William. His mouth is demanding, passionate and his hands tighten slightly at my jaw.
Carter's fingers find the clasp of the dress at my neck. The halter loosens and his palms slide down my sides following the fabric as it falls, his hands warm and sure on my skin, dress pooling at my feet.
I’m not wearing underwear.
William looks at me and his jaw tightens further. He exhales through his nose once, controlled, like something almost got away from him.
He lowers his head and takes my nipple into his mouth.
My knee buckles. I press my nails on his shoulder. Hard. He doesn't react to that except to do it again, slower, more deliberate, tongue circling and teeth dragging gentle.
Carter kneels behind me, lifts each foot, takes the heels off.
Adrian crosses the room, slides his hand to the back of my neck turning my face to his and kisses me. Deep, hungry, a kiss with nothing patient about it. I feel his cock hard against my hip, the warmth of his skin, the specific heat of how much he wants me.
"You have no idea," he says, low, against my mouth, "what you look like right now." His hand slides to my jaw and he tilts my face up. "Both of them touching you and you're just—" He stops. His thumb traces my lower lip.
I can't track all of it. It’s an overload of sensations. William at my breasts. Adrian's mouth. Carter rising behind me, his hands at my hips. I feel surrounded in a way that should be too much and isn't. That should make me brace but doesn't.
William steps back.
Adrian bites my neck. One sharp deliberate press of his teeth. Then he goes to my breast, his mouth replacing William's, and a moan escapes me.
"God, I love that sound," he says against my breast.
Across the room William undresses in the most deliberate way. Each movement is precise, jacket, shirt, everything. When he is fully naked he sits down on the edge of the bed. His cock is hard and he wraps his hand around himself slowly stroking while he watches.
