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‘What’s it going to be, Poppet? The bra or the panties?’ Damien’s grin was wicked.
I reached back to unlatch my red lacy bra with a groan. With a confidence I absolutely didn’t feel, I dropped it onto the pile of discarded clothes.
‘Shit, Cara. Look at you,’ Damien breathed as he drank me in. I felt more like prey sitting on the floor between them than anything else. Like a little rabbit toying with a pack of wolves.
I won the next few rounds, and the men slowly disrobed. Damien was the first naked, dropping his boxer shorts into the pile with a wink. He didn’t seem at all phased by his nakedness. He sat confidently on the chair, his thick cock entirely visible. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of it. If he was that girthy soft, shit-a-brick, what would he be like hard?
Sebastian was down to nothing but boxers when Damien stopped to top our drinks. His cock was right at mouth level as he passed, and I licked my lips absentmindedly.
Leaning back in his chair with a cool demeanour, Sebastian was like a Greek statue carved from marble, though thicker than the depictions of the gods. He was well muscled and covered in ink. Ink that disappeared below his waistband, and I couldn’t help but wonder if it extended all the way below his boxer shorts. ‘If you stare anymore, your eyes are going to fall out of your head, pretty girl,’ he said.
‘I can’t help it. I’ve never seen someone... well, like you, naked.’
‘I’m not naked yet, Princess. There’s more to see.’
I fanned my face with my cards as Damien emptied the bottle of fizz into my glass.
The next round I lost my panties, blushing as I set them on the pile, and sat with my thighs tightly closed.
Finally, Sebastian lost another round. He stood and slid his boxers to the floor. My mouth watered. The tattoos extended to his dick, where they were replaced by a line of piercings that went from base to tip.
‘Holy shit,’ I said, glancing at Damien, who looked equally surprised.
‘Mate, when did you get those? Fucking hell.’
‘Two years ago. I heard that women go batshit for them,’ Sebastian said, sitting back down and taking a drink of his red wine as though he hadn’t just blown our minds.
‘Do they?’ I asked.
‘I’ve not had the chance to try them out yet...’
I changed the subject, feeling out of my depth, but also insanely turned on as my thighs grew wet. ‘What now? We’ve got no clothes left?’
Damien reached forward and turned over the empty prosecco bottle, giving it a slight spin.
Sebastian rolled his eyes. ‘We’re not teenagers.’
‘Why?’ I goaded, ‘Are you too chicken?’
With a sigh, he relented. ‘Fine.’
I reached out and spun the bottle, nerves fluttering in my stomach as it landed closest to Damien. Crawling over to his chair, I knelt between his thighs. He slid a hand over my jaw, pulling me toward him. I let out a whimper when he kissed me, my whole body vibrating at his touch. The kiss was soft at first, gentle and teasing, but within seconds he’d tipped my head and kicked up the fire. No-one had ever kissed me the way he kissed me. He kissed as if it were the most important task in the world, his tongue sliding against mine as he swallowed down my moans.
Then it was over.
And it left me reeling as I sat back down on the rug. A glance at Sebastian told me he’d very much enjoyed watching. His dick stood up fully against his stomach, twitching at my gaze.
Damien spun, the bottle landing on Sebastian. I held my breath as tension filled the room. To my surprise, Damien moved toward him, leaning down while using the armrest for support, and kissed him slowly. Sebastian’s fingers clenched at the edge of the leather seat before relaxing into kissing his best friend, and his fingers moved up into Damien’s hair.
I didn’t know whether to be jealous or turned on. Both in equal measure.
When they broke off the kiss, there appeared to be a charged moment between them, like something integral had changed. A tipping point. Damien sat back down in his chair as I looked from one to the other.
Sebastian didn’t bother with the bottle. He picked me up and pulled me into his lap before wrapping his fingers about my throat. I straddled him as he tightened his fingers. His dominance made me swoon.
It’s what I wanted. To be needed so badly that my man would just take me. Not that he was mine... but that had been missing with Adam. Straddling my ex-boyfriend’s dad sent a delicious thrill through me as goosebumps blossomed over my arms.
‘Open up for me, Princess,’ he growled before plundering my mouth with his tongue. His kiss was all heat, a burning need that swept me away.
