Charlotte
Ilook at the guys, confused, but definitely flustered. Two attractive, older men, all to myself in a restaurant right now with nobody around to see. Both flirting without being competitive assholes. Jack’s fingers tighten on my hip as Max leans his head to the side.
Maybe it’s better if he’s distracted to get through this part of his heartache. He already drank, already reconnected with Jack, so maybe now he just needs to feel wanted. Not that it’s difficult. He’s a gorgeous man, even when he’s not on his A game like today.
“Explain it to me,” I whisper, even though the implication is clear. He’s talking about a threesome, but I want to be clear with both men. No confusion. No gray area.
I grin. “Slowly…thoroughly…explain.”
Max leans forward and his nose brushes mine. “I think that the three of us should get…closer.”
“We’re pretty close right now.” My hands slide over his thighs as I lean closer to him. “I like details, Max.”
Max leans closer to me, cupping my chin in his hand, just as Jack trails his lips over the back of my shoulder. I shiver and bite my lip. Max’s lips brush my ear. “I’d rather show than tell, sugar.”
His eyes are so intense, like warm pools I could fall into. Between Jack growing harder under me and Max’s eyes promising me every delicious sin I’ve ever considered, I know that I want anything and everything they offer me.
A shiver slides down my spine just before Max’s lips press to mine gently. Like he’s testing the waters. My mouth molds to his, then he groans, his fingers tightening on my jaw as he traces the valley of my lips with his tongue.
Jack’s hands cup my breasts as I whimper and welcome Max’s tongue deeper. His tongue strokes mine, then softens, as if he’s more interested in following my lead than claiming me. Heat fills my belly, even as Max pulls back, standing now and looking down at me as if I’m something precious.
“Doesn’t she taste good?” Jack asks, pinching my nipple through my shirt and lacy bra.
My back arches for him obediently as I pant. “Jack, please…”
His mouth comes down hard on mine. Unlike Max, Jack kisses me intensely, demandingly. It’s clear in each tease of his tongue that he’s in control. As he plunders my mouth, his fingers undo two buttons of my shirt, nearly revealing my bra clasp.
I hear Max moan as Jack and I part. Jack slides his hand under my bra to cup my breast without any fabric between us. Max drops to his knees slowly, his fingers sliding up my thighs, parting them. I squirm and try to find reason in the haze of lust, but it’s useless. I want to be touched, kissed, fucked, by both men.
“What do you want, Charlotte?” Jack’s husky voice rasps against my neck.
“Both of you. Now,” I groan as Max slowly strokes over the silk of my underwear.
“That sounds like a demand.” Max chuckles, then kisses the inside of my thigh. The scrape of his stubble sends a thrill of excitement through me, making me more eager.
“It does,” Jack agrees, collaring my throat with his hand. “You have to ask, baby.”
I swallow as I look at them. “Will you both, um… I, uh, want… Maybe we should all go up to Jack’s penthouse for a drink. Can we?”
They share a look and Jack nods. “Good enough this time.”
He smacks my ass and Max lifts my hips, dragging me up and against his muscular body. I steady myself against him just as Jack fills the space behind me. He presses his hardness against my ass as they pin me between them. Jack bites my ear lobe as Max kisses across my throat.
My head falls back against Jack’s shoulder as I moan. Max chuckles and licks up my neck. He kisses me in that same soft way that makes me want more just before Jack treats me to a smoldering, starving kiss of his own.
“Please,” I whisper.
“Almost a beg.” Jack smacks my bottom.
“She asked nicely. Let’s not make her wait.” Max winks at me and takes my hand.
Unlike the mad dash last night with Jack, the guys don’t drag me back to the penthouse. Jack carefully redoes my buttons, his fingers brushing between my breasts and sending goose bumps over my skin. Max palms my bottom freely as we head out of the restaurant, Jack locking up behind us.
Still, it seems like a casual stroll across the lush grass by the marina. There’s a simmering tension between us that makes me bite my lip at each gentle touch, no matter how brief. They share wicked smiles as we get to the elevator.
I step in and look over the gorgeous view the glass wall offers me. Light from the town, from the yachts, catches the cresting waves in dazzling displays. The sky shimmers with stars despite a lone cloud drifting across the nearly full moon. It’s enchanting, the kind of night that makes me believe in all the bedtime stories Mom used to read to me.
Until Jack’s finger trails down my spine and tugs on my skirt. I try to swat him away, enjoying the view, but he catches my wrist and spins me so my back is against the chilly wall of the elevator.
He hitches my leg over his hip and grinds against me so I feel every hard line of his body. Max watches us, eyes sharp as daggers. I bite my lip, trying to stay quiet in case someone else decides to take the elevator.
We make it up to the top floor without a problem. Jack hooks his finger between my shirt buttons and uses it to tug me forward as Max trails behind, clearly enjoying how flustered I am. Jack unlocks his front door as Max snaps the elastic of my underwear against my hip. I whimper and squirm as his fingers tease my clit through the fabric. Not a touch hard enough to make me come, but it’s enough to drive me insane.
Once inside with the door shut, Max looks around the condo, temporarily distracted. Jack isn’t. He practically tears my shirt off, then jerks my skirt down my thighs. It slides to my heels, leaving me in nothing more than a peach thong and a light-pink lace bra.
“Max?” Jack calls, eyes trailing over me repeatedly.
“You’ve done well for yourself,” Max says, focusing on the apartment instead.
“Yes, I have.” Jack grins at me. “If you’re more interested in the apartment, I’ll keep Charlotte all to myself.”
That gets Max’s attention and curls my toes. Max steps forward until he’s able to reach out and touch me. His hand ghosts over the curve of my breasts and along my stomach until he circles my belly button.
“Charlotte,” Max breathes.
Jack grins at me and hooks his finger in the clasp of my bra, nestled between my breasts. I moan at the contact alone. He chuckles and undoes my bra, letting it fall to the floor to join my skirt. Max groans and his hand cups one of my breasts slowly, his thumb stroking around my nipple until it’s painfully hard.
“Jack.” His name is barely a whisper.
“You like Max touching you, baby?” His hand tangles in my hair, tugging until my back arches.
“Yes.” I nod in agreement.
Max doesn’t hesitate after hearing me. His mouth wraps around my nipple, stroking with his tongue until my knees shake. Each lick is slow, gentle, sure. Jack runs his nose over mine as Max continues to feast on me.
“We’re going to make you feel good, baby,” Jack promises, then draws back slightly when I try to kiss him. “But you have to be a good girl.”
“Okay.” I breathe, anything to fill the aching emptiness between my thighs. “I’ll be good.”
Jack rewards me with a kiss so deep and intense that I have to hold on to him to keep from falling. Max’s arm wraps around my waist to support me as his mouth wanders down my stomach. I can’t focus on either of them without being distracted by the other.
It’s overwhelming, insane and—oh fuck. I groan and pull away from Jack’s kiss to watch Max bite and lick up the inside of my thigh. He smiles at me and licks across my thong, a promise of more to come.
“Max.” I bite my lip. “I…”
Jack takes my hands in his and gently kisses my palm. “This is okay, Charlotte, as long as you’re okay with it.”
Looking at them, I try to find any part of me that doesn’t want this to happen, but it doesn’t exist. The chemistry between Jack and me has only gotten more intense with Max here, and the differences between their touches, the way they kiss, makes it impossible to catch my breath.
“I am,” I assure him. “Let’s go to the bedroom.”
Max picks me up, his face buried between my legs as my thighs rest on his shoulders. Jack chuckles at whatever face I make and leads the way. I cling to Max, sure he’s going to drop me, that I’ll be too heavy, that our fun will end.
But he only releases his hold, only stops teasing me with his wicked tongue when he lets me gently fall on the king-sized bed. I glance at Max and Jack as they pull off their shirts and kick off their shoes and pants.
“Play with yourself, Charlotte,” Jack orders. “Show us how badly you want to come.”
I smile at him and adjust my underwear. Then I shut my thighs tightly as I watch Jack. He arches an eyebrow, his belt in his hand. “You’re asking to be punished.”
Max grips my ankle, pulling it straight, then dragging me down the bed until I’m nearly falling off the end. Jack smacks the leather belt against his hand with purpose. It’s a threat. I slide my hand into my underwear and tease myself in slow circles.
It feels good. I could make myself come in three minutes flat, probably less with these two staring at me. Max continues stripping until he’s naked, the lightest dusting of hair across his chest and clear muscle along his abdomen leading to his hard beautiful cock. He strokes himself slowly and I moan.
“You like to watch, sugar?” Max asks softly.
I nod and curl two fingers inside me as his fist tightens around his cock. Then Jack settles in behind me. I feel something wrap around my eyes and tied lightly. He nips my shoulder. “You’re a naughty girl, Charlotte. I’m going to have to teach you to behave.”
“But—” I begin.
“You can either watch, but not touch.” Jack’s lips brush my ear as he speaks. “Or you can touch and taste without watching.”
“Touch.” It’s the obvious answer.
“Good.” Jack guides me to my knees. “You ready?”
I lick my lips, then feel the softest pressure. Opening my mouth means Jack tugging my hair sharply. “I didn’t say you could suck him. You’re only allowed to use your tongue.”
My first instinct is to rebel, to slide my lips around Max’s cock and see how deeply I can take him, but Jack doesn’t give me any leeway. I lick as intently as I can, memorizing the way he feels, the places that make Max moan and rock his hips toward me.
It’s torture to only half please, even if Max murmurs praise regularly. I feel the grip in my hair change, and now I’m offered two cocks, one waiting patiently against my cheek as I treat the other to attention.
I squeeze my thighs together and switch to the other, licking slowly, trying different ways to use my tongue over the head of his cock. My hand wraps around the other, stroking to ensure no one feels left out.
Sliding my lips around the head of one cock, I go down as far as I can while tightening my hold on the other. Both men groan, then I’m forced back on the bed. I can feel Jack’s voice like a stroke across my skin.
“Do you want more, baby?”
“Stupid question.”