“Hey, Wild Card.”
TJ’s and Nate’s heads snap around, and they immediately become celebratory, slapping hands in greeting and laughing.
Crew walks toward me, staring down before he frowns and leans forward a little more, peering down my shirt.
“What’s in your boobs?”
I laugh, reaching down the front of my shirt and pulling out the mini Jack Daniel’s bottles.
“Contraband,” I answer. “The girls at the club and I exchanged services…”
Crew smirks. “Don’t skimp on the details, I beg of you.”
TJ and Nate come up on each of my sides, so I hand them the bottles and reach into my back pocket for the other two as I keep explaining.
“I gave them the ingredients of this cream I use that works miracles on razor burn and bumps. I mean, they’re in next to nothing, but since their bottoms have to stay on, rashes happen. So, I hooked them up with a fix…and in return, these—”
I clink the two bottles in my hand like I’m cheersing them before handing one to Crew.
TJ looks at Nate and grins. “This was not the story I was hoping for…”
Nate nods, twisting the cap on his booze as he cocks his head.
“Elle, can you retell it, but this time describe how you were all touching each other’s boobs.”
I laugh, but it’s Crew’s eyes that catch mine. He opens his bottle, his tongue darting out over his bottom lip before he looks around the group of us and back to me, a question brimming in those eyes…one I really want him to ask.
“You know, the last time we did this”—he wiggles his bottle—“the four of us got into some trouble.”
The rim of my bottle skims my lips as I look at each of them, their eyes on me, waiting for what I’m about to say. For permission. I mean…it’s called Sin City for a reason, right?
“We did get into trouble…and here’s to getting into some more.”
I shoot my shot, literally and figuratively. Because if you don’t, you never know what the universe could have planned. And right now, I’m hoping that bitch wants me to get plays run on my pussy until I scream, Touchdown Niners.
Take off your clothes.
Those were the only words spoken as we walked into the penthouse.
Nobody even turned on the lights.
But I did as I was told and peeled off every piece of fabric clinging to my body with my back to them, knowing their eyes watched my every movement.
The glow created by the Vegas Strip illuminates the window just enough so that I can see three giant shadows standing behind me. And it’s the most erotic fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
There aren’t enough words in the dictionary to describe the feeling of being owned and completely taken by multiple partners, but I plan to pay really close attention tonight so I can come up with some.
The rustling of their clothes has my chest rising and falling faster than normal because each second I don’t turn around, my adrenaline goes through the roof. But who can blame me? The memory of last time is front and center in my mind’s eye.
“Turn around.”
I shiver at Nate’s voice.
My tongue glides over my bottom lip, and I draw it between my teeth as I blink, turning slowly, my gaze connecting with each of their moonlit faces.
Jesus. Christ. They’re fucking gods.
Each is different than the other, but gods nonetheless.
Nate has his hand on his cock, standing tall and showing off all his well-defined muscles and those tattoos all over his thighs as he looks down at himself, then back at me.
“Come get it wet for me,” he grits out.
I saunter over, letting my hips sway. My eyes tick to TJ’s, watching him lick his lips and peruse my frame as Crew walks toward the couch. But as I stop in front of Nate, I lift my face to his. He stares down at me with a mix of dominance and unbridled lust.
He wants to fuck me until I’m screaming his name before he flips me over and starts again. And I want that too. But as I begin to lower, his hand grabs my waist, stopping me.
He shakes his head.
“Open.”
He means my mouth. I like him like this. I smirk before I do as I’m told.
“Tongue.”
Slowly, I slip my tongue from my mouth, pressing it out until it’s fully extended. Nate hums, wiping his palm directly over the wetness before wrapping his wet hand around his hard cock.
I suck my tongue back into my mouth, rolling it around and tasting the saltiness from his skin, and stare back at him. My eyes drop to his arms, watching the way his veins protrude as he strokes himself.
God, that’s so fucking sexy.
“C’mere,” is growled from my left, drawing my attention to Crew, who’s sitting on the couch and calling me over with his fingers.
I turn in his direction, but Nate palms my breast, stopping my motion as he drags his hand up and down over his cock, letting the movement brush against my skin. My eyes close as my lips part.
This feels dirty. Mainly because it is.
Nate’s letting his precum wet my skin, and it’s making it impossible for my feet to move. But TJ comes up behind me, whispering into my ear.
“Come on, Elle. You’re being a very bad girl. Crew told you to come to him.”
I gasp as Nate pinches my nipple, making me lean into him as I bite my lip, feeling overheated as TJ continues whispering in my ear.
“Do you remember what we do to bad girls?”
I nod, already breathless, because Nate’s abandoned my nipple and reached for my fingers, pushing them between the wetness that’s grown between my legs as he rubs himself off, circling his hand around his thick shaft.
TJ ghosts his bottom lip over my earlobe before he bites in words and with his teeth. “Get your ass over to Crew and put his fucking dick in your goddamn mouth, or I’m tearing that ass up.”
My knees almost buckle because just as TJ gave me his warning, Nate molded his fingers over mine and dipped both of ours inside my pussy.
Nate’s voice is gritty and sexy.
“Do you want Crew’s cock down your throat? Or do you want a red ass? Which is it…or do you want me to make you come while they watch?”
Yes. Both. All.
Oh my god. They did this the first night. Made me a competition.
And I literally—Ate. It. Up.
Nate’s fingers move faster, curving inside with my own as TJ palms my tits, but my shoulders jump as Crew claps his hands together once, immediately drawing my eyes to his.
“Get the fuck over here. Now.”
I’m released. Pussy abandoned, chest ignored, left to suck in a breath as TJ leans down again like the devil as Nate brushes my hair over my shoulder.
“Crawl to him, darlin’。 But be a good whore, and let us watch.”
My legs are already shaky, but Nate extends his hand, giving me support as I drop to my knees before pressing my palms into the ground…and fucking crawl.
I slink over the marble floors, hand then knee against the unforgiving marble, feeling Nate and TJ just behind me, knowing they’re watching my ass.
But the minute I get to Crew, he jerks me up so my palms land on his defined thighs.
I gasp as he stares at me, his legs spread like an arrogant prick on a throne. But that’s what he is. An arrogant prick with a really big fucking dick.