With the other hand, I traced intimate circles closer and closer to her moneymaker. Revealing the curve of her buttock, I gave Sean an eyeful. He groaned, turning away from the sight. I could sympathize. If I had been regulated to the front seat and unable to play, I might have given up as well. But now I had her right where I wanted her with no one to please but myself.
I gripped her thigh gently, applying pressure right where she needed it most. She stirred in my arms, causing me to reinforce the hold on her upper body. She stretched her neck, giving me permission to do what I longed to do.
Slipping my fingers up and deep, I plunged them into that narrow hole. She gasped, raising her arms to circle my shoulders. She dug into the meat of my upper arms, her fingernails pinching at my flesh. I extended my reach into the murky depths, feeling her warmth close in on me. She was already wet, possibly from the dinner. If the three of us were anxious to get started, I could only imagine what her inner landscape was like. She was probably chomping at the bit.
“Spread your legs,” I whispered, encouraging her to play along.
She opened wider, one knee coming down off my lap. I lowered her into a prone position where her head relaxed onto the seat next to us and her hips rose in anticipation of my next move. I pushed the dress up onto her abdomen, exposing the entirety of her lower limbs. She clutched at my bicep, one hand remaining to signal her pleasure.
Stroking her outer sex with my thumb, I slid two fingers in and out. In the front seat, Sean turned around again, getting a glorious eyeful but unable to do anything about it. The car swerved slightly as Damien angled for a view.
I ignored them both, concentrating on the lovely vision in my lap. She began panting, her toes curling up as I urged her on. Uncovering one breast, I saw that she wasn’t wearing a bra either. The silk fell away, leaving the half moon sweet and bare, topped with a hardened nipple. There was no room to lean over, or I would have licked it senseless. Instead, I ran my thumb across the crest, pushing her to extremes.
She cried out, covering my hand with hers. I shooed it away, determined to finish my task. She was so close. I could feel the pressure building beneath her skin. Her body was a finely tuned instrument that I was eager to play.
Her eyes squeezed shut as she tossed her head around, unable to prevent or encourage the ride.
“Holy shit,” Sean swore.
I heard a zipper fall and could only imagine what was happening. My colleague and business partner had more than he could handle and was taking matters into his own hands. I couldn’t blame him. If I saw Meara spread out like that in someone else’s lap, I might have been tempted to beat off no matter who I was with. But I was no innocent bystander. I was the choreographer, and it was my job to make sure the dance was completed to everyone’s satisfaction.
Meara gripped my arm, her nails pinching through my jacket. I doubled down, thrusting in and out of her body, working her into a frenzy. Making sure to keep my hand light on her breast, I added just the right amount of pressure. Like a tuning fork, she hummed beneath my administrations.
I found her pleasure nub and pushed, sending her over the top. The moment she orgasmed, I saw it. Usually when a woman came, I was inside her, and the only indication was the collapse of her inner walls. This time, I could see the change affect her entire body.
Her head tilted back, and her hips rose. She gripped me from the inside, a shudder passing through her core. Her abdomen twitched, and the pool of blue silk that lay between her breast and her crotch rippled.
I plunged deep, holding my hand there, letting her spasm around me. Releasing her nipple, I rubbed the skin surrounding her areola in slow circles, marveling at how soft it was. Her breath returned to normal, and she opened her eyes to regard me through heavy lids.
A choking sound erupted from the front seat, and I knew that Sean had finished. We were all equally entranced, having just experienced our first multiplayer game. I helped Meara up to her seat, pulling the dress down past her thighs and up over her breast.
We were just in time as Damien pulled off into the parking lot of a notorious club. It was a little young for our crew, but considering what we were up to, it was just about our speed. The parking garage was five levels, and all of them were packed. Damien drove up to the top before he was able to find a space.
By the time he parked, we were all dressed and ready for the next stage of the evening. Climbing out of the car, Damien took Meara by one hand, and Sean took the other. I was left behind, my own fingers still damp from Meara’s body. I grinned. Of all the players, I’d had the best luck so far. Except maybe Meara. She was in the center of the triangle, and things were only going to get heavier.
I paid the cover charge, and the three of us easily passed the bouncer. With the way Meara looked, I assumed she would be on the guest list at every place in the city. She batted her eyelashes at the guard so he would lower the rope.
“They’re with me,” she said sweetly.
The guy grinned, realizing that he wasn’t going to attract any more male customers with this particular prize. Still, he let us in. We walked through the foyer and into the bar. There were tables scattered around the outskirts of the room with dozens of bodies grinding in the center. A mezzanine rose above it all, with more tables so that diners could have ample view of the party below.
I went to grab us drinks as Sean and Damien scoped out a table. When I came back, my hands full of beers, I found Meara sitting in Sean’s lap. They were joined at the lips, his hands straying from her waist to her thighs. Unfortunately for him, there would be no second showing of the matinee I had provided in the car. Fortunately, they seemed to be doing just fine with all their clothes on.
I passed Damien a beer and set two down in front of the couple. Grabbing a seat, I leaned back. The din was loud, the music thumping and the strobe lights blaring across the dance floor. I had to shout to be heard even though Damien was sitting two feet away.
“Lucky bastard!” I said.
“You’re one to talk!” he yelled.
“I suppose you want her next?”
“It is my turn,” he agreed.
As soon as Meara came up for air, she twisted around on Sean’s lap and reached for a beer. “Should I drink this?!”
“Why not?!” I shouted.
“Because I drank wine at the restaurant!”
“It’s fine!” Damien said, opening his arms. “My turn!”
Meara rose to her feet, a little unsteady with all the loving affection. She put three fingers on the tabletop, using it to steady herself as she circumnavigated the furniture. I was right in her path, and her hand went up over my arm, across my shoulders and down the other side.
I felt a chill race through me that had nothing to do with the atmosphere. She collapsed into Damien’s lap, immediately sucked into another embrace. Sean sighed, reaching for his beer. His eyes never left Meara, and I could tell that he was even more smitten than I was. She was going to be our undoing, this beautiful creature that had wandered into our lives. She had taken a group of loosely connected men and made us a family. I knew right then that I would follow her to the ends of the earth. We were going to go all the way.