The rest of the week is over in a flash, and before I know it, it’s Friday, and I’m getting ready for dinner at the Vanderbilt’s mansion. I’ve chosen an original nineteen-thirties bias cut gown in wine coloured velvet. It has a high scoop neckline, and is strapless, with a silk waist tie and a short train. The pièce de résistance is the back, which is completely open, the fabric gaping on either side of the opening to give tantalising glimpses of my sides as I move.
I’ve put my hair up, wisps teasing around my face and neck, and my makeup is all smokey eyes and dark red lips. And of course, my feet are in Irregular Choice heels, emerald green sequin ones with a matching bow on the toes.
“Jesus, Pretty Girl,” Loki rasps, and I look up from applying the finishing touches to my face to see him devouring me with his stare, leaning in the open doorway of his room. Luckily, the fabric is fairly thick so it hides my pebbling nipples, and I watch him in the mirror with bated breath as he stalks towards me, a predator’s gleam in his eyes.
When he’s behind me, he reaches out and runs a single finger down my spine. I can’t hide the full body shiver that races across my skin at his touch.
“Fuck, if we didn’t have somewhere to be…” he trails off, swallowing and biting his lip as his other hand goes to his crotch, adjusting himself, the outline of his dick clear through his dress trousers.
He’s looking fucking edible himself in black trousers and a matching jacket, with a crisp white shirt and black bow tie. My whole body is suffused with heat, my nerve endings tingling as I stare at his reflection. I watch as he brings his hand up to my face, and lean into his touch when his finger brushes me from temple to jaw, leaving a blazing trail behind.
“You keep eye fucking me like that, Pretty Girl, and I won’t be held responsible for my actions,” he whispers in my ear, his voice low and sinful, his breath tickling my skin and stirring the hair around my face.
“Loki…” I whine, my whole body alight, my skin suddenly feeling too tight to contain the fire that is burning inside me.
“Time to go!” Jax calls from downstairs, breaking the tension that’s threatening to drown Loki and I.
Loki heaves an enormous sigh. “Come on. Let’s get this shitshow over with.”
The fire suddenly goes out, his words effectively dousing the flames and leaving me feeling nauseous. I turn with my own sigh, and he grasps my hand in his warm one, looking down as my charm bracelet tinkles. A beautiful smile tugs at his lips as he leads me out of the door, grabbing my clutch like a true gent, and down the stairs.
“Ash and Kai went ahead…” Jax starts, trailing off as he spots us. “Fuck.”
I can’t help but chuckle at his awestruck look, his eyes like blue flames as he takes me in. I’m sure mine are just as heated as his, my stare devouring him. He, like Loki, is also in a tux and bow tie, and damn, does it look fucking incredible on him. His hair is tied up in the usual sexy as fuck man bun, his beard neatly trimmed. Her Vagisty is practically weeping at this point, begging me to take them both back upstairs and get lost in their arms.
“It gets better, bro,” Loki tells him, a sexy yet pained smile on his face. Same, Loki, same.
He takes a step away from me, holding our hands up, encouraging me to do a slow twirl. A satisfied smile tilts my lips when I hear Jax curse behind me.
“Fuck,” Jax repeats, and I turn back to see him rubbing a huge hand over his face. “We best leave now before I change my mind, Baby Girl, and take you back upstairs.”
My breath hitches at the promise in his eyes, sweet anticipation making my core ache, mixing with nervous butterflies taking flight in my stomach as we leave the safety of our dorm, and head towards the lion’s den.
We walk out of the front doors to be greeted by a valet holding out Jax’s truck keys to him, the truck idling on the drive in front of us.
“Shotgun!” I cry, quickly making my way to the front passenger side and sticking out my tongue at Loki, who pouts back.
We all get in and buckle up, the butterflies flapping their wings furiously and increasing my heart rate. I don’t know why I’m so nervous. Perhaps because the boys are? Or maybe it’s just instincts. Whatever it is, I need to calm down before I explode. What I need is a distraction. Luckily for me, I’ve a hulking Viking who’s sporting a semi sitting next to me in the driver’s seat.
“How far until we get there?” I ask, an idea forming in my mind as we start to drive off. I grab Jax’s phone, which is wirelessly hooked up to the speakers and scroll, selecting Night Drive by HENRY and hitting play, putting the phone back on the magnetic charging port.
“About fifteen, maybe twenty minutes,” Jax says, eyes flicking to me, driving through the ornate gates. “Why do you have that look on your face, Baby Girl?” he asks as he focuses back on the road, his brow furrowed.
“What look?” I say innocently, unbuckling my seatbelt.
“What are you doing, Pretty Girl?” I hear Loki question from the back, but my attention is all for the big guy next to me. Leaning over, trying to avoid the gearstick, I open his suit jacket, popping open the button on the waistband of his trousers.
“Baby Girl…” Jax warns in a growl, which I ignore as I carefully undo the zipper, my breath coming in a sharp gasp as we take a bend at high speed.
“Eyes on the road, big guy,” I tease with an evil smile.
“Shit,” Jax gasps as his huge, beautiful erect cock springs free.
Commando in all situations, huh? I muse as I wrap my hand around it, barely able to get my fingers to meet, it’s just that big. I pump his silky foreskin up and down, making Jax moan low and deep, and the car lurches as his foot presses a little too hard on the accelerator.
“Jesus Christ!” Loki hisses from the back, and I glance over into the backseat to see the glint of his pierced dick, which he has out and palmed. “You are something else, Pretty Girl,” he moans, pumping his own fist up and down in time with my movements, his eyes locked on my hand wrapped around Jax. I whimper at the sight, my pussy fluttering as I take both these beautiful men in.
“Fuck. That feels so good, Baby Girl,” Jax moans, and I can see he’s struggling to keep his lids open and on the road, his hands clenching on the steering wheel, his knuckles white.
Taking my other hand, I start to gently massage his balls, every so often hitting that sweet spot just behind them. As I stroke and tease his member, I can feel him getting impossibly harder in my hand, his balls getting tighter and starting to draw upwards.
“Fuck, Lilly,” he growls, his husky voice making my thighs clench. “I’m gonna come!” he gruffly shouts, and that’s when I lower my head, taking his tip into my mouth and sucking hard whilst my fist keeps a tight grip, pumping harder and faster.
Hot salty cum shoots into my mouth, coating my tongue as he orgasms with a roar, and the car jerks to the side. I swallow every mouthful, loving how I can affect this strong man so much that he loses control.
Seconds later, I hear Loki gasp out his own release with a curse. Sitting up, there’s a satisfied smirk on my face when I notice the lipstick marks on Jax’s cock.
“Jesus, Baby Girl.” His voice is a husky rumble, deeper than usual, which I didn’t think was possible. I just beam back, almost preening at his tone of sated disbelief as I tuck him back into his trousers, lipstick marks and all. Grabbing my clutch, I drop down the sun visor, using the mirror to fix my lipstick.
“Hey, Pretty Girl, grab the wipes from the glovebox for me, please?” Loki asks from the back. “I didn’t have that naughty mouth to catch my load.”
My cheeks flush as my thighs clench together with the thought of wrapping my lips around Loki’s cock, using my tongue to play with his piercing. I swear I’m in a permanent state of horniness whenever I’m around any of these boys!
I take a deep shuddering breath, grab the packet of wipes, and reach back to hand them to him. Loki keeps my stare for a moment more before taking them and cleaning himself up. He looks up again as he leans forward, his thumb wiping the side of my mouth, then he brings the digit to his own mouth, sucking off the drop of Jax’s cum that sits on the tip.
My heart fucking stops, my stare locked on his mouth as he slowly withdraws his thumb, the heat in his emerald orbs sparking and flickering like a flame.
“Not bad,” he whispers, a sexy as fuck smile on his plush lips. Fire roars around my body, consuming me with lust and creating an ache so intense I feel like I may pass out from need. “Touch yourself, baby. I know that you need to. Ease that pressure,” he commands me, and I whimper, my breath stilling in my chest.
“Loki! Fuck, dude, I’m hard again,” Jax grumbles, kickstarting my breathing once more.
But my hands move of their own volition, reaching for my hem and drawing my skirt up my legs, the soft velvet making my whole body tingle as it slides up my skin. Loki’s now sitting so far forward, he’s in between the front seats, staring down as I inch the garment up my thighs. Lifting my arse, I make sure to pool my skirt around me so that I’m not sitting on it. Wouldn’t want a wet patch.
“Good girl,” Loki croons as I expose my black lacy thong, moving it aside to show him my glistening pussy lips. I hear a manly gasp as he takes in my bare cunt. “You’ve been busy,” Loki comments in appreciation. I had a full Hollywood wax after class, driving into town with Willow.
“Wha–” Jax cuts off, swearing as he looks down and sees the view Loki has.
“Keep driving, big boy,” Loki teases, earning a snarl in return, to which he just chuckles.
Love Is a Bitch by Two Feet comes over the speaker, the beat heightening my senses, as my hand drifts down of its own accord, to swipe between my slick folds. A low moan falls from my lips as pleasure bursts across my closed eyelids, my head falling back to hit the headrest with a dull thud.
“Such a good fucking girl,” Loki praises as Jax groans beside me, my fingers dipping inside my aching pussy and coating themselves in my wetness. “Now tease your cunt, baby.”
“Fuuuuck…” I murmur as I go deeper, circling my opening with my middle finger, my lower lips fluttering and desperate to be filled. “Please…”
“Push two fingers in, nice and slow, Pretty Girl,” Loki commands, his voice low and full of dark deeds done at night. “And open your fucking eyes.”
I obey immediately, my greedy pussy demanding more as I slowly slide two fingers inside myself. My lids lazily stutter as my mouth falls open on a gasp, emerald eyes dark as a raven’s feathers staring back at me, full of fire. Movement catches my eye, and I look down to see Loki’s hand wrapped around his fully erect cock, gripping it tightly as he moves once again in time with my own hand. Though this time, my fingers are buried in my pulsing cunt.
“Tell me how your pussy feels,” Loki demands, and Jax swears, the car speeding up once again as we wind our way down dark mountain roads.
“Wet,” I rasp out, breathless with the exquisite pleasure that rolls over me as my fingers start to thrust harder and faster. “So fucking wet.”
“Isn’t she perfect, Jax?”
“So fucking perfect,” Jax grinds out between clenched teeth, and my hooded gaze turns to him to see him once again white-knuckling the steering wheel.
“Loki, please. I’m so close,” I say, begging him for release as I turn back to him.
“Add another finger,” he orders, his voice harsh as he, too, is close to another climax. I can hear it in the strain of his voice, see it in the way his hand furiously pumps his cock, precum glistening at the tip.
“Shit, yes,” I say on a gasp as I do as he says. The sounds my pussy makes, wet and sucking, are obscene, filling the car with the scent of sex. “Loki, yes!” I scream as I fracture into a thousand pieces, my release coating my hand and the leather seat beneath me.
I slump down, my entire body liquified as I ride my orgasm, my fingers slowing, leaving my pussy twitching in the afterglow. I hear Loki grunt, and watch as he catches his climax in his hand, his face blissful.
“Give Jax a taste, baby,” Loki commands breathlessly, and I manage to rouse myself to follow this one last order.
Placing my wet fingers against Jax’s lips, I sigh as he opens his mouth, his tongue licking my fingers from base to tip, before he takes them into his mouth one at a time, sucking them clean.
“I fucking hate you both,” he grumbles once he’s finished, fixing his pissed off stare at me then Loki. “We’re here, and I’ve got a raging fucking hard-on.”
I giggle, reaching over for the wipes that Loki is holding out and cleaning up, then straightening my dress. My laughter is short-lived, however, when I look past Jax’s head, up at the imposing mansion. It’s not the grandeur of the building that kills my humour, but the man standing at the top of stone stairs.
In the low light, shadows play across his face until he’s nothing but a wraith, a monster, the kind that lives in the darkness and comes out to steal the souls of innocents. I see out of the corner of my eye, both guys turn to look in the direction that I am, but I’m unable to take my glower from that of the man standing there, a demon’s smirk on his face.
“Well, there goes my boner,” Jax ruefully sighs, and the joke is so unexpected coming from him, that it breaks the spell I’m under, and I turn back to him, my brows raised.
“Jax Griffiths, I love you,” I say, leaning over and placing a kiss on his lips, tasting myself on him.
“I love you too, Baby Girl,” he mumbles into my mouth, his words flowing into me and giving me strength for the night ahead.
I hear the back door open and shut, then a blast of cold air hits my back as my door is opened. Turning, I see Loki, lined in moonlight and the yellow glow of the outside lights.
“Come. let’s go dine with the devil and his minions,” he says, his hand outstretched.
Here’s hoping we have long enough spoons.
