Page 51 of Enticement
Her expression clouded a moment, wariness bringing out the silver flecks in her grey-blue eyes. “Truth or dare?” she repeated and glanced hesitantly across at Ross.
“Truth.” Ross gave a shrug.
“Dare,” said Evie.
“I knew you’d be brave.” Kit leaned closer to her, slipping a hand around the back of her neck to bring their foreheads together. He kept his voice low so that Ross wouldn’t hear. “I dare you to give us simultaneous blowjobs.”
“Have you had a shower yet?”
Kit gave a tut at her sensibilities. “No shower, but I gave him a nice flannel bath with some of Doris’s rose and lavender soap.”
“Both together?” She gave Ross another sidelong glance. “You’re pretty big on togethers.”
“One hundred percent.”
She nudged Kit in the direction of the lounge and held her hand out for Ross. “I’m not kneeling on the kitchen floor. It hasn’t been cleaned for about a century.”
With the curtains tightly closed, and only the glow of the coal fire lighting the room, Evie knelt before the two men and reached up to unfasten their zips. Kit’s fly fell, revealing his already half-hard cock. He kicked off his boots and trousers and stood before her naked without a shred of embarrassment. Ross, who was actually fully clothed, took a bit more manipulation to expose. Interestingly, he chose to leave his clothes on with the exception of the apron which he’d worn to keep clean while laying the fire.
Evie kissed him first, despite her desperate curiosity to study the contours of Kit’s cock in intimate detail. She felt like a child with a new toy, still clutching the old one, unable to give up its familiar comfort but excited by the novelty of a new treasure.
Ross made no protest. He stroked a hand through her hair and let her mouth work its magic. She knew just the way to work him to make him purr—a little pressure just below the delicate slitted eye, a gentle caress beneath his balls. He clung to her, but aware of Kit’s gaze burning holes into her back, Evie reached out her hand and wrapped a palm around the base of Kit’s shaft.
The guys edged closer together.
Evie risked a glance up. They were staring at each other as she left Ross’s cock glistening with saliva and formed an O around the head of Kit’s cock instead.
He did indeed smell and taste of lavender soap. Thankfully, the floral miasma wore off quickly as a few beads of pre-come leaked onto her tongue. “Mmm,” he sighed and shuffled even closer to Ross. Another glance up showed that they were kissing. Resisting the urge to stop and watch, Evie continued to alternate her attention between them, licking and sucking and using her fingers to drive them wild.
“Enough!” Ross backed away first, leaving her almost deep-throating Kit.
The temptation was there to keep on sucking, to hold him captive until he spilled his seed on her tongue, but the evening was still young, and her jaws, much as she wished otherwise, weren’t made of steel.
“Truth or dare?” she asked Ross from her knees while she still played with Kit’s cock.
Ross turned his back on them a moment while he stripped off his clothes. He folded them all neatly and laid them on the sofa, making her giggle and provoking a smirk of despair from Kit, who eventually barrelled into Ross while he was folding his socks and wrestled him onto the sofa scattering the pile of clothes. “Come on, Ross. Answer the lady.”
Evie watched him look right up into Kit’s eyes. The two of them were so perfectly matched, all toned muscle and masculine symmetry that she wanted to dive on top of them, and lie there pressed to Kit as the pair of them drove their cocks together, and she already knew what she’d be asking them to do the next time one of them agreed to a dare. She was going to have them sit side by side and stroke one another’s cocks, and she was going to turn the TV on and pick up a magazine and pretend not to watch.
“Truth,” said Ross.
“Is Kit really the only guy you’ve ever kissed?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“Boring,” muttered Kit, still holding Ross pinned along the length of the sofa.
“Fine,” she snarled and drew a finger up the length of his spine that made him shiver and squeak. “Is Ross the only guy you’ve ever kissed?”
“No.” He gave her a butter-wouldn’t-melt grin and dug his teeth into his lower lip. “Nor is he the only guy I’ve ever screwed.”
“You always were a regular bloody alley cat. I daren’t ask how many.” Ross managed to extract an arm and throw Kit off. He rolled onto the carpet and landed at Evie’s feet, which he laughingly kissed.
“Ross, it’s your go,” she said, realizing that yet again she was still fully clothed while they were both naked. He wound his arm around her leg and began kissing his way up her calf.
“Truth or dare?” The look in his eyes made her pause before answering. “Truth.” Her hesitancy rang her voice, but Ross smiled.
“Is it true that really you’re as excited by the prospect of having Kit watch us fuck as your body suggests?”
