“Fucking hell, Sawyer,” Travis groans. I guess that’s blondie’s name, but I'm not paying much attention because in front of me, Bronze God gets to his feet.
His eyes burn into mine as he slowly unbuttons his jeans, and my mouth literally waters at the sight of his thick fingers pulling down his zipper. Shock flits through me as I take in his bare cock. Hard and thick. I gulp, wondering if I’m going to be up to this.
“I think our boy likes you, too, Red.” I frown at Sawyer’s new and unoriginal nickname for me thanks to my hair, but for the first time in my life, I don't mind it. It might be because it’s him, but it’s also very possible that it’s the tequila.
Travis leans into my ear and asks, “Do you want to suck his dick, pretty girl?”
Absent-mindedly, I lick my lips, and all three of them groan like I'm torturing them or something.
“Fuck, my dick is so hard right now,” Sawyer groans. I turn to him, but instead of looking at his face, my eyes go directly to his crotch. The bulge is unmistakable. Out of curiosity, I look at Travis’s crotch and yep, he's sporting a major hard-on too.
For me? All three of them are turned on by me?
The thought is empowering as fuck and makes me so wet I wonder if I’m losing my mind.
It has to be the tequila.
At least that’s what I’m telling myself.
We’ve got this. Nameless party girl is totally game for this.
“Truth or Dare?” Sawyer whispers in my ear as I watch Bronze God languidly jacking himself off.
I answer immediately.
“Truth.”
“Interesting. How about this, Red? You wanna have some fun with us? No holds barred?”
I should say no, right?
I mean, sure, tonight is about being the nameless party girl and letting loose, but maybe I should have some limits? Maybe a foursome isn't quite the way to go? I toss it about in my head back and forth for a minute and land on, ‘What the hell?’
Thanks, tequila.
How many times in my life is this opportunity going to present itself to me with complete and total strangers? It's not like I'll ever see them again. They don't even know my name, so finding the details of tonight splashed all over social media isn't something I have to worry about.
Before I can chicken out, I blurt out a yes and bite my bottom lip, waiting to see what they do next.
Sawyer lets out a whoop beside me. “Hot damn! This night just became my favorite ever.”
But I don’t look at him. I’m still watching those deep, dark eyes that devour me as the bronze god’s hand strokes his cock in front of me.
“Take your clothes off, pretty girl. I want to taste you,” Travis says as he brings his mouth to my neck and licks a slow, wet line all the way up to my lips where he parts the seam and introduces me to his talented tongue.
We kiss, softly at first, but then his hand goes to the back of my head and he deepens the kiss, adding a bit more force to it as he tangles his hand in my hair. He tugs on it a little and I let out a moan.
That shouldn’t feel so good.
When he pulls back, he removes his hand and grips my chin. “Undress.”
Lifting my ass up, I shimmy out of my jeans, Sawyer helping me pull them off completely before helping me out of the crop top.
“Beautiful,” Travis mutters, kissing me and gripping my chin once again.
I turn my head to the other side where Sawyer is waiting, a devious grin making him even more gorgeous than he already is.
He takes my face from Travis’s grip, his hands on my cheeks, his thumbs at the corners of my mouth, before he leans forward and kisses me softly. I whimper as Travis reaches around my chest and pinches my nipples. "Isn't she fucking delicious?"