When the party’s over and everyone has been sent home, the guys and I pile into Lex’s house, laughing and half drunk. Gio loses it when I tell him about the old, dirty lollipop thought that had stuck in my head at the sight of Megan’s head jutting out from the ground sans most of her hair.
“A lollipop!” Gio chortles, doubled over as he wheezes through his teeth. “No, please, I can’t believe you’d—” He hisses and straightens, wiping tears from his still grinning cheeks. “Actually, yes, I can,” he corrects himself. “I can absolutely believe you’d say something like that.”
Lex ambles by the two of us where we’re splayed out in the small living room area, his hand stroking over the top of my head affectionately as he makes his way to the bedroom in the back. Tilting my head, I watch him go, my eyes dropping to his hips and butt. God, does that man have a nice ass. I never thought I’d be an ass girl, but I think I am. I’m totally an ass girl.
I wonder if he’d let me peg him?
“See something you like, Princess?” That question startles me right out of my reverie as Nolan’s big body drops next to mine.
“Maybe,” I respond breezily as I eye him.
The corner of his mouth quirks upward as he lifts a fresh new beer bottle to his lips and takes a long swallow. The column of his throat works overtime, the muscles bunching and contracting as he does and suddenly, I’m no longer thinking about Lex’s ass—though I don’t know how long it’ll last if he comes back in here dressed in his pj’s.
“Hey, let me in,” Gio complains, forcing himself onto the short couch on my opposite side. “I don’t wanna sit on the floor.”
I poke him in the side and in retaliation, he lifts me up straight off the cushion and deposits me on his lap. “Hey!” I go still at the feeling of something hard prodding at the small of my back. Then, slowly, I turn to look at him over my shoulder with a lifted eyebrow. “Seriously?”
Ever the unabashed one, Gio merely smirks at me. “What?” he asks, casually. “Something bothering you?” Even as he asks the question, he lifts his hips, pushing his erection right against me.
I roll my eyes and move to stand up. Though I half expect him to stop me with hands on my hips or a whispered plea, he doesn’t. Instead, it’s Nolan who stops me by shifting up onto his feet and dropping down in front of where I’m seating on Gio. He lifts his beer back to his lips and takes a slow, long pull of it before holding the bottle out to me.
“What are you—” I take the bottle from him, but my words dry right up as it frees his hands up to move to my thighs.
Heat burns through the fabric of my pants as he leans forward. “Take a drink, Jules,” he murmurs, his mouth barely a hair’s breadth from my own. “If you feel like you need the liquid courage.”
The icy cold condensation on the bottle in my hand sticks to my skin as Nolan drops lower, his knees sliding onto the floor as he spreads my legs. Without taking my eyes off his, I lift therim to my lips and tip it back. Sour liquid tickles my lips and flows over my tongue and down the back of my throat. I swallow several long gulps before lowering it back down.
“I’m fine with a drink,” I say, my voice husky. “But I don’t need liquid courage.”
Nolan smiles as his fingers undo the button of my jeans and then slowly peel the zipper down. “That’s my girl,” he murmurs.
My heart is thudding right out of my chest and despite my earlier thoughts of this exact thing, I’m sweating over the reality of potentially taking these men together. Still, I don’t stop what’s happening. I simply drink the beer in my hand as Nolan peels my pants down my legs and lift my arms helpfully as Gio grips the hem of my shirt and does the same over my head.
By the time Lex returns in nothing but a pair of low-hanging gray sweatpants, I’m in nothing but my bra and underwear. I hand the mostly drunk beer back to Nolan and stand up. Both his and Gio’s eyes follow me as I stride up to Lex, whose own gaze is locked to my face.
Stopping in front of my perfect stalker, I settle one hand, palm flat, against the place between his pecs. Then, slowly—oh-so incredibly slowly—I drag it downward. My fingers bump over the ridges of his abdomen. One set, two, three… fuck, he’s built. My head swims with the knowledge that I’ve had all of this man on top of me, inside of me, and that he begged for it. That kind of power is heady.
My fingers go still at the waistband of his sweats. It’s clear, though, from the tent of the gray fabric that he’s not unaffected by me. Glancing up at him from beneath my lashes, I lick my lips. “Do you want to play with me, Lex?” I ask.
His groan is answer enough. Still, I wait for actual verbal confirmation. I want to hear him say how much he wants me. I want the words. “I want everything,” Lex says. He lifts a hand and touches my jaw with the slightest of brushes before bendinghis head and offering his lips. I kiss him without hesitation and his tongue slides right in over mine.
Hooking two fingers into his waistband the second the kiss ends, I drag Lex farther into the living room and lead him to the couch. Gio is up and off the cushions before I can ask and I use the opportunity to shove Lex straight down. Gray eyes bore into me as I go to my knees before him the same way Nolan had to me.
“God damn…” Gio’s breathless curse makes me smile as I palm his friend through his sweats. He’s thick and hard and practically already wetting the fabric of his pants with precum.
“Going a little wild tonight, Princess?” Nolan asks from behind me.
One look over my shoulder has my eyes connecting with his. “Is that a problem?”
The beer in his hand tips back and he swallows the last few gulps left before setting it on a nearby table and wiping his lips. “Not even a little bit,” he tells me as he shifts his hands to his jeans. “So long as you’ll let all of us play with you.”
I reach into Lex’s waistband and draw him out, fisting his cock and tightening my hold at the base of him. Lex’s responding groan fills the room. “You want to play with me while I play with him?” I ask Nolan.
Nolan’s gaze is scorched embers locked on to me. “I want to make you scream around his cock,” he says.
“Fucking hell.” Gio’s words at my conversation with Nolan has amusement rising up within me, but I manage to restrain my laughter. That is, at least, until his shirt goes flying across the room along with his pants a moment later.
Chuckling as Nolan follows his friend’s actions and begins to strip as well, I turn back to Lex and stroke him up and down with my hand. Lex’s eyes are fixed on me, his pupils blown so widethat the silver-gray of his irises is the thinnest of rings around the black.
