Page 5 of One Naughty Night

Chapter 3

The hotel room is nicer than I expected, a large, four poster bed made of heavy, dark wood calling out like a prop. A desk of the same strength and a high back couch lend themselves to a multitude of sordid, welcomingly risqué ideas as well.

If only I could enact the visions swirling in my mind rather than standing frozen and anxiety-riddled just inside the closed door. I dare a sidelong glance at Zach, finding his posture stiff and eyes aimed at the floor.

I open my mouth to call this whole awkwardly ludicrous idea off when Jax takes the lead, seeming as natural to him as breathing.

“Come on, gorgeous,” he says with a leer, crooking his finger at me, and I’m moving toward him on auto-pilot, the charismatic lure in his imperious confidence hypnotic.

“Let me see those huge beauties,” he directs adamantly, no trace of doubt, and I will my fitfully racing heart not to combust before I get a chance to enjoy this. He pulls the front of my dress down and pushes my breasts up over the material, humming in approval.

“Mmm,” he drones in his throat, his eyes ravenously perusing from one breast to the other. “Wore the ‘I’m getting fucked’ bra tonight, huh?” He winks. “Can’t wait to see the panties.”

Zach’s exhale of hot breath hits my bare back seconds before I feel his large frame press flush to me, turgid erection teasing against my ass.

With one deft flick of his wrist, Zach frees my breasts, heavy and aching with neediness, from my black lace bra, light touches of his fingertips pushing it down the front of my arms.

“Very nice.” Jax hisses, pierced tongue gliding lecherously along his plump bedroom lips. “You think you can get the rest of her naked while I suck on these luscious tits?” he asks Zach over my shoulder, and when his open mouth seizes my left breast wholly, I assume Zach nodded affirmatively.

My head lolls back, crashing into the wall of Zach’s chest as Jax suckles, nipping with just the right hint of pain while swirling his tongue around my perked nipple with indolent care.

“Mouth,” Zach growls in low volatility, cupping my jaw and twisting my head back toward him. As lewd and salacious as Jax rewards my breasts, Zach captures my mouth in a harmonizing caress. Our tongues dance seamlessly rather than duel, the featherlike strokes of his hand on my cheek as gentle as his care of my soft lips.

I’m floating between heaven and hell, like when you’re so beyond cold your skin burns with the sting of frigidity. No falter in our kiss, I hear the metallic sound of my zipper descending, cold air hitting each inch of exposed flesh. Zach tears his mouth from mine, a sweet but hungry sheen in the gaze that finds mine.

“Step out of it,” he barely gets out before I do, bracing myself against Jax, digging my fingers into his shoulders as Zach kneels, removing my heels for me.

Jax releases his suction on my chest with an audible pop and I whimper at the loss of contact. His spark-filled eyes catch mine as he chuckles then quickly spins me around.

“Don’t worry, baby, Zach needs a taste while I check out this fine ass of yours.” Two urgent hands brand themselves to my bare cheeks, reckless fingers groping, molding, and playing, unrestrained. “Damn, girl, I was ready to glide my cock in between your tits, but now…I don’t know.”

To both their approval, my back bows in sheer intoxication, propelling my chest further into Zach’s awaiting hands and mouth and my ass deeper into Jax’s firm grip.

“Do you talk dirty, Zach?” I ask him in a raspy voice I don’t recognize.

His head comes up, green eyes sincere when he answers, “You don’t need me to.” He winks and motions to Jax. “But I can more than give you everything else. Sound good?” he whispers, skimming his nose and lips along my jawline.

“Mmm hmm,” I murmur, my eyes falling shut, surrendering over all control and thoughts. I’m in two very different, equally exceptional sets of hands.

My body jolts when my thong’s ripped off me from behind. Zach’s hand smooths down my stomach, stopping just short of the wet, throbbing place I ache for him to explore. His fingers tread slow and lightly, grazing the outside of my labia before delving inside to glide along my inner lips, easing through my wetness. I feel Jax kneel, his hair soft against my skin as he pushes slightly on the small of my back.

“Stormy, Zach playing with that pussy, baby?”

I moan my yes and he laughs in the sexiest way possible.

“You like it, don’t you, nasty girl?”

“Yes,” I rasp louder as Zach slides a finger inside me. “Yes, too much.”

Zach’s head dips to my neck where he nuzzles, adding a second finger, his thumb covering my clit, then begins placing tender, silken kisses down the column of my throat.

“Oh God,” I keen, arching like a pleased kitten.

“Make her come, man. I want to taste it,” Jax groans, driving his face in between my legs from behind.

I feel his lips suck along the insides of my thighs, agonizingly closer to my core each time, then around the outer edges of my pussy, everywhere Zach’s hands aren’t. Talking dirty is the least of his mouth’s talents…sweet mother of downtown. The cold metal of his tongue piercing is scandalous, splinters of lust thrumming up and throughout me the minute Zach’s fingers retreat and Jax shoves his tongue inside me.

The round, hard ball rubs along my swollen inner muscles while he spears his rigid tongue in and out at the speed I bet he fucks. His strong hands dig into the flesh of my ass, grasping tighter as he licks impossibly deep. It’s maddening and I clutch onto Zach’s shoulder for stability, my forehead dropping forward.

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