THE RIDE back to Nate’s is brief, Dani tucked between me and Doc, Nathan across from us. He is just watching as we take turns dusting kisses on her neck, hands stroking over her thighs, her waist, her nipples. Just little light touches, a whisper here and there, ramping her up. Pregame warmup.
She’s wearing the scoop-necked blouse, with a short skirt, and boots that only cover her ankles, leaving her legs bare.
“Good girl wearing a skirt. You’re ready for us, aren’t you, pretty girl?” I say against her neck.
She moans softly and nods as I stroke my fingertips lightly along her inner thigh.
Dani is breathing hard by the time we pull up outside Nathan’s building and we’ve barely even gotten started. I don’t want to kiss her lips until we’re upstairs. I want to draw out her anticipation, make her tremble with need, with desire. Hughes seems to be damn near psychic because he seems to be instinctively in agreement with me.
I have no idea what Nate is thinking or feeling and it makes me want to include him. I’m a team player. I’ve spent my whole life working in tandem with other guys for a common goal, literally. So when we all get out of the car, I step back so Nathan can move in next to her, but to my surprise, he doesn’t.
Maybe this whole situation is weirding him out more than he wants to admit.
But if he isn’t going to hold her hand or wrap an arm around her, then I sure in the hell am. She needs to be touched. I put my arm over her shoulder and draw Dani closer to me. I murmur in her ear, “You good?”
She nods and looks up at me. “A little nervous but mostly excited.”
“Just let me know if anything is too much or you’re not comfortable. This is about what you need and want. We’re all here for you, sweetheart.”
Hughes is in step with us on her other side. “Exactly. We’ll check in with you, but you can speak up at any time. Let us know where you’re at.” He slips her hand into his, lacing their fingers together. He raises her hand to his mouth and lightly kisses her knuckles.
“I trust you both,” she says, looking back and forth between us.
Nathan makes a sound in the back of his throat. I wait for him to say something, but he doesn’t.
The elevator opens right into his penthouse apartment and that’s all the green light I need. I tug Dani through the doors and yank her against my chest. She gives a soft laugh that I cut off with a kiss.
“Mm, cotton candy.” I sweep my tongue between Dani’s lips, swirling around. “I like your taste in martinis.”
“I was just thinking about the gift you sent,” she says, tilting her head back to offer me her neck.
“Doc, come taste our girl,” I say, turning to Michael.
“Can’t wait,” he says, shifting in next to Dani.
I shift my mouth lower, dropping kisses over her chest, tugging down the front of her shirt so I can flick my tongue across her flesh. Michael moves in, taking her mouth in a kiss that has her moaning softly under her breath. The sound gives me a kick of lust and I want more. I want to taste her pussy again.
“What do you think, Doc?” I ask him conversationally as I drop down in a squat. “Like cotton candy, right?”
“Just as sweet,” he agrees.
His hand is on her chin, tipping her head toward him and she’s kissing him while her fingers seek me out, burying in my hair. I ease up her skirt and brush my lips over the front of her panties. “Your pussy is going to be even sweeter, Dani.” I press a kiss onto the cotton, and she’s already dampened them. “Damn, so wet.”
But before I can ease them down and flick my tongue over her, she’s eased back.
It’s Nathan. He’s tugging her away from me and Michael, turning her and taking her in a hard kiss. She gives a soft cry and I’m not sure if it’s pleasure or disappointment at being yanked away.
I give Michael a look and he nods.
“Armstrong, you need to sit this first part out,” Michael informs him, wrapping a hand around Dani’s upper arm.
“What?” The boss’s expression is stormy.
But we’re having none of his bullshit. This is about Dani, not his jealousy. If he can’t get over it, he’ll ruin it for all of us. That’s not going to happen. Besides, I almost feel sorry for the guy. He’s never had to work for a damn thing. It’s about time he learned a little patience and how to wait his turn. It will be good for him. Make him a better boyfriend to Dani.
“You’ve never seen Dani with other men. You need to watch for a few minutes, adjust to it, appreciate how much fun she’s having,” Michael says.
“You’re making her uncomfortable,” I point out. Dani is stiff in his hold, her shoulders almost to her ears.
“Is that true?” Nathan demands, gazing down at her and sounding appalled.
“A little,” she admits. “Not uncomfortable,” she rushes to add. “A little nervous. I just don’t want anyone to be upset.”
I’m pleased to see his gaze soften as he studies her face. He cups her cheek. “I’m…” He shakes his head. “Fuck, I don’t know.”
“Are you turned on?” she asks, staring up at him. Michael is still holding her arm, but he’s not pulling her away.
I’m still on my knees. Which is exactly where I intend to stay for this woman, for as long as I need to.
“I…am,” he admits. He smooths his thumb over her cheek. “Are you?”
“So much,” she breathes.
“Nathan,” Michael says, low and firm. “Step back. We’ve got her.”
Dani’s eyes are still on Nathan’s as she nods. And he lets go of her as Michael does pull her away from him now.
I grin up at her as she looks down at me. “We sure do,” I tell her with a wink.
She smiles, her fingers tangling in my hair again. “I know.”
Michael pulls her hair back with one hand, putting his mouth against her bared neck, but gathering her skirt up with his other hand. “Now where were you, McNeill?”
Oh, fuck, that’s hot. He holds her skirt up for me and I drag my nose and mouth up her inner thigh. She’s trembling. “Right about here,” I say, pressing my mouth against the front of her panties.
“That’s what I thought,” Michael says. “Here.” He moves Dani’s hands to the skirt, making her hold it up. She does without question. Then he takes one thigh and lifts it, propping her foot on the short bench that sits underneath the coat rack in Nate’s entryway. “Open up, sweet girl.”
That’s fucking perfect. I slip a finger under the edge of her panties, running the back of my knuckle over her wet folds. She gasps and grabs the outside of Michael’s thigh for balance, gripping his dress pants in her fist tightly.
“We’ve got you,” he murmurs. “Just let us take care of you.”
She leans back into him so he can support her weight. Our gazes collide as I pull her panties to the side and run my knuckle over her clit. I love everything about this.
“Keep that skirt up so Nate and Doc can see everything,” I tell Dani.
She hikes the skirt higher and I grin my approval, then I lean in and take a long lick.
She gasps loudly.
Michael groans and pulls her shirt up and one bra cup down. He takes her nipple between his thumb and finger, rolling it and then tugging gently. She bucks against my mouth.
“Oh yeah, do that again Doc. That makes her pussy even wetter.” I tease the entrance to her pussy with my finger, easing in just to the first knuckle.
He squeezes her nipple and I feel the flutter around my finger. “Our girl likes that,” I tell him. “Suck on her there, while I suck on her down here.” I circle her clit.
“Let’s move a bit,” Michael says. He shifts so he’s sitting on the bench with Dani on his lap. He pulls her little boots off, then sweeps her panties down her legs and off. He tosses them to Nathan.
I watch as Nate catches them. His expression is hard to read. He’s definitely turned on. And…conflicted. He looks like he wants to rip Dani out of Michael’s arms, but he also looks very into what’s happening. His cock is evident behind the dress pants he’s wearing and he’s tossed his jacket and rolled the sleeves of his dress shirt up on his forearms.
His jaw is tight but he’s watching every single movement Dani makes. And every single thing done to Dani.
Then I focus on our girl. Michael turns her on his lap, dropping one of her feet to the floor, propping the other on the bench, spreading her open and again hikes her skirt up. Now her pussy is fully exposed to all of us.
She looks completely wanton.
Her hair is spilling over Michael’s lap. She’s breathing hard. Her face, throat, and chest are flushed a pretty pink that matches the pink between her legs where I intend to spend the next several minutes.
Michael then pulls her blouse up over her head and tosses it to the side. He unhooks her bra and then fills his big hands with her gorgeous tits. He leans over and takes a nipple in his mouth, licking, then sucking. She arches up with a, “Michael!”, her arm sliding up to loop around his neck so she can pull him closer.
He palms her other breast. “I’ve needed these in my hands and mouth since our phone call,” he tells her, sucking hard again.
Fuck, watching them is so hot. I press my hand against my aching cock.
“McNeill,” Michael says, lifting his head. “Get to work.” He inclines his head toward Dani’s pussy.
I immediately move into position at the end of the bench. I cup her ass, putting my hands between her sweet cheeks and the wood, lifting her as I lower my head. I lick her twice, then suck on her clit.
She’s moaning and lifting to get closer to my mouth. I look up and watch Michael playing with her nipples, moving between kissing them, and kissing her mouth.
“So fucking pretty, Cookie,” he tells her. He slides his hand down, over her breast, over her ribs, over her stomach, brushing close to where I’m licking. “Let us hear you. Let us know what you need.”
“More,” she begs. “God. Everything. More.”
I lick and suck again, harder now.
“Yes!”
“Tell him, Dani,” Michael says, his voice firm. “Tell Crew what you want.”
“I want…” Her head thrashes back and forth in his lap. “More. I need…filled up.”
Michael strokes his hand back and forth over her belly. “We’re gonna fill you up so good, Cookie. You think you can take us all?”
She nods. “Yes. God, yes. I want that.”
“Make her come, Crew,” Michael says. “She needs to be hot and wet and soft for us.”
I fuck her with my tongue and she cries out.
“That’s it, sweet girl,” Michael says soothingly. He’s playing with a nipple again, squeezing and tugging. “Come on his tongue. Give him all that sweetness.”
I ease two fingers into her and her pussy immediately squeezes hard. “Oh, yes, Dani, like that. Fuck my fingers, honey.” I circle her clit with my tongue, moving my fingers in and out.
She’s gasping. “I’m so close. Crew! Yes! Oh, my God! Michael!”
I’m feeling pretty fucking fantastic right now, giving this girl her first orgasm of the night, right in front of the two other men. Hey, I’m cool with sharing and being a team player, but I do like being the star, after all.
I pick up the pace of my thrusts. “God, I could eat this pussy all night,” I tell her, licking over her clit. “But I can’t wait to feel all of this sweet cum on my cock and I gotta make sure you can take all of us all night, don’t I?” I add another finger, stretching her as I finger fuck her. “You’re gonna take us so good. You’re such a sweetheart. You’re gonna let us use this pretty body all night. We’re gonna absolutely ruin you, Dani girl.”
I lean in and suck hard on her clit as Michael lowers his head and takes her nipple in his mouth again.
And then she’s coming apart. Her fingers are gripping my hair, her thighs are squeezing my head, her pussy has my fingers in a vise as she cries out, “Yes, yes, oh fuck yes!”
Michael seals his mouth over hers, kissing her as her body shakes and she starts to come down from the peak. I lean back, wiping the back of my hand over my mouth, watching them.
Then I look over at Nathan.
Oh that guy is messed up. He’s so turned on, but he has no idea what to do about it.
I’ve spent the night in a holding cell next to a clown and a guy dressed up like Taylor Swift. I’ve woken up in a sleazy hotel in Miami next to two dudes and three girls. Two of whom were dressed up like Taylor Swift—the girls, not the dudes. I’ve hopped a plane to Vegas with two girls and come home with four girls. None of whom were dressed up like Taylor Swift. But I did have Taylor Swift’s phone number for a while.
And this night is shaping up to be the most interesting of my life.
