“We are more than okay with whatever you want,” Leo says, sliding his hand further up my leg until it rests in the crease at my hip.
“Okay,” I say, my voice going breathy. “Then I’m okay with whatever you want to do tonight.”
“Are you sure you want to give us that kind of leeway?” Leo asks, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
“I trust you.”
“Good.” His hand crosses over my lap and grabs my hip, tugging me closer to him, bringing me in for a kiss that’s immediately hungry.
I didn’t get enough of Leo during our date, and I’m fired up at the thought of experiencing him fully tonight. His playful ways have me convinced that he’s going to be a hell of a lot of fun in bed.
While he’s kissing me, his lips doing a delicious dance with mine, a hand presses onto my other leg, and I know at once that it’s Dante. His fingers wrap around to my inner thigh, digging into my flesh with just enough pressure to dampen my panties.
Sex with Troy, Dante, and Darian on the previous dates has been tender and full of care, but something feels different tonight, even though they’ve only just started touching me. There’s a different energy crackling between us, and it’s got me shivering with anticipation.
With a hand on my chin, Dante tips my head away from Leo and toward him. He’s moved in closer, and strokes his hand down my neck as he kisses me, briefly cupping me there, claiming me. I sigh into his mouth and let my head drop back against the couch cushion, falling under his spell.
When Darian comes over to kneel between my legs, I find my voice to say, “Let’s go into the bedroom.”
Leo slides his hands under me and scoops me into his arms. “That way?” he asks, gesturing to the hall.
“Mm-hmm. Down and to the left.”
He kisses me again as he carries me, and I’m lit up from within, all of my body humming with excitement about what’s to come. This is really happening. It’s a lesson in remembering to always ask for what you want.
Inside the bedroom, he finds the switch and lights up the room. I’ve been lying in the dark these past several nights, conjuring these men in my mind, but I suppose it will be best to have the lights on, so as not to miss a single thing.
Leo lays me in the center of the bed, bending over me, letting some of his weight rest on me, including the heavy stiffness that presses between my legs. Fuck. He’s ready to go. My pussy releases another flood of moisture. I’m ready too.
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Leo
Lorraine spreads her legs, inviting me closer, but I pull back, and as I do, she sits up, reaching for me. I’d like nothing more than to rip her clothes off and bury myself inside her, but this isn’t going to be a goddamn quickie.
“Thought you might like a home show,” I tell her. The other guys are standing beside me, and I give them a look, hoping they catch my meaning.
Apparently they do, because they shift into a row, the four of us lined up at the foot of Lorraine’s bed.
“This would be better with music,” Dante says.
“Wait a minute.” Lorraine turns toward her nightstand and reaches for her phone. The room is quiet for a moment as she taps and scrolls, and then a tinny, thumping beat radiates from the device in her hands. “How’s this?”
I shrug. “Works for me.”
“Should I grab some dollar bills?” she asks, grinning so big that her eyes nearly squeeze shut.
“If you want to stuff something into our pants, it can be your hands,” I tell her, causing her to throw her head back with laughter. Even Dante chuckles at that.
“Ready, guys?” I look to my brother and our friends, and name a song that we regularly perform to, indicating what dance moves to do. Hopefully, we can find some coordination for this impromptu performance.
All of us put our hands behind our heads and instantly realize we need to spread further apart. After a quick shuffle, we continue, thrusting our hips from side to side and then gyrating in a wide circle.
Fuck, my cock is never hard when I’m performing these moves, but it is tonight, and there’s no helping the situation. My need for Lorraine is almost painful, but she’s going to be worth the wait.
Her eyes are fixed on us, moving side to side, trying to watch us all. She looks away only long enough to increase the volume of the music on her phone, and she lets out a yell when we start teasing the removal of our shirts, lifting them in the center, exposing a few abs, and letting them fall.
“Take it off!” she calls, and it’s so odd doing this in her home, but it’s also exciting. Too exciting. I cup the bulge in my pants and try to shift it into a more comfortable position.