3. Panties Off

Oh. Oh. Is this the situation I’ve walked into? Calling one hot man “Daddy” and hooking up with him while his equally hot friend looks on?

From the barely restrained intensity in his light brown eyes, the lust in his expression, and the hard length of him pressing into my hip, I think the answer is yes. Yes, this is the situation I’ve walked into.

And yes, I’m going to stick around and see this through. With how much I want it, I’d be a fool not to.

“I like you, Evie,” he says, “and I might want to do this again with you sometime. So it’s important to me that you not only consent, but you enthusiastically consent. In fact, I want you begging for it so I know that the only wrong choice here would be to send you on your way.”

“I—” Words fail me.

He waits, a tender look replacing the lust. When I still don’t speak, he takes a small step back. “It’s okay, Trouble. You can go, or you can stay and I’ll tell Caleb to find somewhere else to hang out?—”

“No, I want to do this,” I blurt. Deep breath. Deep breath. “Even with your friend here. It would be hot.”

“It would be.” He touches my chin, tilts my face up to his, kisses me softly once more. “Have you ever done something like this before? Do you have any fantasies you want to play out tonight?”

I shake my head. I almost tell him about Troy, how selfish he was, how he never cared to ask me these things. But Troy’s name doesn’t belong in this moment.

“If there’s anything you want,” he says, “don’t be afraid to ask. If you want things to stop, tell me immediately. Understand?”

“Yes, I understand.”

He kisses me again, and the tenderness quickly builds up into scorching desire. His hands are in my hair, tugging the tresses loose of their careful updo. I grip his shoulders, wrap my leg around one of his legs, grind myself against him. His cock is hard behind his pants and I explore it with my hips and tummy, pressing against him to discover the shape, to discover what kind of pressure might drive him wild.

Squeezing my ass, he says, “Oh, baby girl, you’re a wildcat, aren’t you?”

Crap, I’m acting too eager. I start to pull away.

“No, don’t stop. I like this. Be the little troublemaker I know you are.”

“Okay…Daddy,” I say, trying on the name again.

“Fuck, yes.” He pulls down the sleeve of my dress, exposing one of my tits because I’m not wearing a bra.

There’s a click behind me, and a wry voice says, “James. I thought I told you not to start without me.”

“Could you resist her?” the man in front of me asks. James, I guess I’ll call him in my head because while I love the Daddy talk, he needs a name, too. He plants a hot, open-mouthed kiss on my neck.

“Fair point.” Caleb comes around to the side of us and looks on while James continues to do delicious things to my neck.

Caleb’s presence somehow turns me on more. The heat in his gaze, the approval. He’s watching all of this, and it’s turning him on, which heightens my own feelings. It’s an endless loop of arousal.

“Are you watching Caleb, baby girl?” James asks.

“Yes,” I say, closing my eyes immediately.

“Keep watching,” he says. “Eyes on him. I get your body, he gets your attention. I’m going to undress you now, Evie. Is that okay?”

“Yes…yes, Daddy,” I say.

Caleb’s eyes are on mine. I flick my gaze down his body, enjoying the way he fills out his button-down shirt. The bulge of his hardened cock is evident at the front of his slacks.

James’s hands find the zipper at the back of my dress and he eases it down. Cool air kisses my bare shoulder blades and lower down my spine. He pulls down my other sleeve, and then the dress puddles to the floor around my feet. I step out of my shoes and nearly weep with relief. Those heels were tight. Now I’m standing before him in nothing but my lacy black thong.

“Beautiful,” James says.

I meet his gaze. He kisses me again before taking my hand and leading me to one of the sofas.

“Panties off,” he says.

I slide them down automatically. This man says jump, I say how high. He says panties off, and they hit the floor.

“Sit back,” he says. “Hips right up here, the edge of the couch.”

I hurry to position myself as he kneels in front of the sofa. He’s kneeling? In front of me? I’m completely naked while both of these guys are so put together, they could walk out of here and join the dance floor at the snap of fingers. It’s uncomfortable, but something about that discomfort turns me on further.

No time to analyze it, because he’s grabbing me under my ass and tugging me forward even more. He looks up at me, over the length of my stomach and breasts. I can see his eyes better now—they’re a light brown, like stained teak. Absolutely gorgeous.

He gives me a half-smile as he slides his hands over my hips and to my pussy. “I’m going to touch you here,” he says. “And put my mouth on you here. I’m going to keep doing it until you have to tell me to stop, because you fear another orgasm will break you apart. Do you want that?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

A mild frown pulls at his lips and he says, “It doesn’t sound like you really want that.”

He wanted me to beg. I remember now, what he said a few minutes ago.

“I really want it,” I say. “Please, Daddy. Please put your mouth on me. Please touch me—make me come.”

“Good girl,” he says, sounding proud of me. Then he uses his thumbs to spread my folds, and lowers his mouth to my mound.

His breath tickles over me as he says, “Remember to watch Caleb.”

I snap my gaze over to Caleb and feel my eyes widen as he presses his hand over his bulge, unashamedly touching himself through his pants. I’ve never watched a guy get himself off, and I wonder if I’ll get to see that tonight.

And then James’s mouth is on my pussy, a long swipe of his hot, wet tongue, and all wonderings and fantasies fade away as I’m caught in this moment. I instinctively arch toward him, offering more of myself to his greedy licks. He kisses and nibbles around me, and I’m glad I took extra care while getting ready tonight, because his mouth is everywhere.

“She tastes sweet,” James says, pulling away to look at Caleb, who’s standing a few feet to the side. “So fucking sweet. Finger yourself, Evie.”

I don’t know why James doesn’t finger me, but I’m desperate to please him, so I slide my fingers around in my slick arousal, then press two into me. It feels good, but I want his mouth back.

“Good, good,” James murmurs, then takes my hand, lifts it. “We’re going to give Caleb a taste now. That okay with you?”

“I—yes, Daddy.”

No sooner are the words out of my mouth, than Caleb comes right over and takes my fingers into his mouth. He licks over them, and the way his tongue moves around them sends sparks of pleasure to my core. When he pulls my hand away from his lips, he gives the tip of my index finger a little nip.

“You’re right, James,” Caleb says. “Sweet. Thank you, doll.”

“You’re welc?—”

James’s mouth is back on me, and the words in my mouth end abruptly in a moan.

Tension quickly spools in my body, wrapping tightly around my muscles. I don’t want to come this fast—it seems too soon, right? Is premature ejaculation a thing women worry about? Because it’s been what, two minutes, and I should probably hold back.

But his tongue is merciless, his fingers insistent. Everything is so warm, wet, commanding.

I gasp, “I’m going—I’m going to come?—”

“Can’t wait,” Caleb says, his eyes intent on me, on the place where James feasts between my legs. “Show me.”

I give in. I can’t hold it, so I just let go.

Pleasure rips through me, unleashed, with joyous abandon.

James fingers me through the aftermath, presses little kisses against my folds, gives my clit some light licks that have me squirming to get out of reach.

“Too sensitive,” I say with a breathy laugh.

“Don’t worry, Trouble, I’ll get you past that,” he says with complete, Daddy-like authority.

Shit. This night is going to ruin me for all other men.