Now is the time for hot sex.

I TAKE QUINN’S HAND in mine as we navigate the lobby of Hamilton House, a swanky hotel downtown. Friday night means it’s busy, and as people bump into us, I pull her into my side and wrap my arm around her waist. Sapphire is a popular bar connected to the hotel, and as the name suggests, all the lights are blue, casting its occupants in an azure haze. We stop at the coat check then claim a newly abandoned high-top table by the front window.

I’m assuming Tobias isn’t here yet, though I wouldn’t know if he was.

A server approaches the table as Quinn looks around. “What can I get you to drink?” he asks, indicating the laminated list of specials in the middle of the table.

A laugh bubbles out of her at the first name on the list. “I’ll take a voyeur, please.”

“I’ll have a Maker’s Mark on the rocks, please.”

The server smiles politely, nods, and then retreats to place our order at the bar.

“So tell me about your trip,” she suggests.

“Really? We’re going to try to talk about something right now?” I’m so distracted, I’m not sure normal conversation is possible. The semi in my pants twitches, threatening to become a full-blown erection with the direction my thoughts are headed.

“What do you suggest? We just sit here and stare at each other while we wait?”

I sigh. She has a point. “Okay. Tell me something I don’t know about you, something weird.”

She thinks for a moment then her eyes light up. “I can tie a cherry stem in a knot with my tongue.”

“No way! I need to see that.”

“You don’t believe my tongue is talented?” She blinks innocently.

“Oh, I know your tongue is talented, I’ve just never seen someone do that before.”

“When the server comes back with our drinks, we’ll ask him for a cherry and I’ll show you.” She smirks sexily, totally confident she’ll be able to do it. “Okay, your turn.”

“Hmm, let me think…I’ve never broken a bone before. Both Dom and Tabby broke bones when we were kids, but I never did. I wanted to, though.”

She laughs. “You wanted to break a bone?”

“Yeah. They got to miss school to get their casts then all their friends signed the casts. I was jealous.”

“Well, let me tell you, I broke my arm when I was 12 while I was skiing, and it sucked, so consider yourself lucky.”

“I guess.” I shrug.

The server comes back to our table with our drinks, and conveniently enough, Quinn’s drink is topped with two cherries.

“Ready to watch my talented tongue?”

“Fuck yes, show me.” I lean forward, following her every move. She holds the cherry in front of her mouth, giving me a wicked grin, and plucks the cherry off the stem with her teeth. She chews and swallows quickly, then puts the two-inch stem in her mouth. Her lips are closed, but her jaw works, opening and wiggling from side to side. I wish I could see what is happening inside her mouth. There’s no way she can tie that thing into a knot with just her tongue.

Less than a minute passes before she holds it up for me to see.

“Holy shit! You did it!” The stem now has a loose knot in the middle. “Do it again.”

She laughs and grabs the second cherry, repeating the act, and then holds that one up proudly, too.

“That’s amazing! How can you do that?”

She grins. “Oh, just a result of being bored and drunk a lot in college.”

“Well, I was already impressed with your tongue, but now I’m extra impressed.” I lean forward to kiss her, needing to touch her tongue with mine. Her mouth is sweet, like the cherries she just ate, and I can’t get enough of her taste. I deepen the kiss, rubbing my tongue against hers, and hold her face in my hands, keeping her head right where I want it—until I sense someone standing right next to Quinn. We pull apart and I find a tall man with long black hair, bright green eyes, and an amused grin.

“You guys decide to start without me?” he asks.

“Tobias, there you are!” Quinn turns to him but doesn’t move out of my hold, and I realize my hands are still on her face. I drop them but lower one arm to the small of her back and she does the same, crossing her arm over mine so her hand is on my back, too. “Tobias, meet Charlie. Charlie, this is Tobias.”

He sets his beer on the table. “Nice to meet you, Charlie.” He smiles and shakes my hand. It’s a good handshake—firm, but not challenging.

“You too.”

“Thanks for inviting me out tonight, you guys.”

“I’m glad you could make it,” Quinn says as she leans into him to give him a side hug. I watch closely, testing myself to see if I have any feelings of jealousy, but her arm stays linked over mine, and while I can see a flush in her cheeks from either excitement or anxiety, her eyes don’t light up when she greets him like they do when she sees me.

There’s a moment of silence that could push thing into an awkward, uncomfortable vibe, but that’s the last thing I want.

“So, Tobias, did you know Quinn can tie a cherry stem into a knot with her tongue?” I ask him.

He chuckles, eyes widening with surprise. “Really?” He looks at her for confirmation. She holds up the two knotted cherry stems as proof, smiling proudly. “I knew your tongue was talented.”

“That’s what I said, too.”

“We were just sharing weird things about ourselves. You want to take a turn?”

He scratches the dark stubble on his face and thinks. “Weird facts, huh? Let me see.” His fingers drum on the table as he tries to come up with something to share. “I’m incredibly flexible. I don’t know why—it isn’t something I’ve worked on or anything—but when I was 15 and masturbating three times a day, I decided to test out how flexible I was.” He smiles devilishly. “By sucking myself off.”

I choke mid-sip and start laughing. “Did you succeed?”

“Yep. I was just getting into the groove when my mom barged in with clean laundry.”

“No way!” Quinn splutters.

“Oh shit! You didn’t lock the door?” I ask him.

“I thought I had locked the door, but evidently it didn’t catch. She was so startled, she dropped the laundry basket and screamed, which prompted me to jerk out of the precarious position I was in and fall off my bed.”

“Oh my God!” Quinn laughs. “I can’t believe that happened to you.”

“To make matters worse, I knocked over my nightstand in the process and broke my toe.”

“Your toe? Do you get a cast for a broken toe?”

“Depends on the break, but mine didn’t need one, it just got wrapped to the toe next to it for a few weeks. But, it was enough to take me out of track for a month, and everyone kept asking me how I broke my toe.”

“Oh man, that’s quite a story,” I say, chuckling. “What did you tell everyone?”

“The truth—that I broke it while masturbating.” He shrugs. “No one believed me.”

“I bet not,” Quinn busts up. “But that is quite a nifty trick. Can you still do it?” Her eyes dance with amusement.

Tobias’s lips twist in a crooked grin. “Last I tried, I could still do it.”

“Charlie was able to get this one girl to lick her own nipples. I wish I could do that.”

“Sounds pretty hot. Were you there?”

Quinn looks over at me with heat in her expression. “I was.”

Tobias bites his lower lip and gives us a sexy grin. “And tonight you want to watch, is that right?” he asks me.

I look between the two, trying to imagine what it would look like to see him touch her, to watch Quinn touch him. My dick swells in my pants, twitching at the thought. Holding Quinn’s gaze, I nod slowly. “I do.”

“Quinn?” he asks her.

“Yes,” she answers, a little breathless.

“Well then, I’m in.” His eyes linger on Quinn’s lips.

I drain the rest of my drink then lean forward to kiss her, hard and hot. Then I lean to whisper in her ear, “I’m going to get us a room for the night. I’ll go on up and text you the room number. Join me in 10 minutes?”

She pulls back to look at me. “You don’t want to go up together?” Concern wrinkles her forehead.

“No, I want you to double check with Tobias that he still wants to do this.” I kiss her forehead. “I’ll be waiting.”

 

TOBIAS AND I WATCH Charlie’s retreating form as he leaves Sapphire to go into the hotel lobby. The view of his back is almost as appealing as his front—the way his clothes hang off his broad shoulders, the way his waist tapers in, his effortless grace and sexy swagger. More than a few heads turn to watch him go, both male and female.

“You forgot to mention that Charlie is hot as fuck,” Tobias says, still staring.

“Did I?”

“I bet he has a gorgeous cock.”

“Oh yes, he sure does,” I confirm with a sigh.

“Is there any chance he’d let me play with it?” His green eyes sparkle and he bites his lower lip.

A laugh erupts out of me. “I don’t know, but you’ll likely get to see it tonight.”

“I can’t tell you how excited I am that you invited me to join you guys, but I’m calling you on your bullshit.”

“What bullshit?” My eyebrows lift in confusion.

“You and Charlie, you said you’re just friends.”

“We are,” I protest.

He rolls his eyes. “Sure you are. You guys can’t take your eyes off each other, and the chemistry—holy fuck. I thought I might burn up just from standing this close while he kissed you.”

“Good chemistry doesn’t equal a relationship.”

“Okay, it’s not my business, but trust me, I feel something more between you than chemistry, and it’s a good thing, Quinn, not a bad thing. Don’t fight it just because you don’t like the label.”

I consider his words. Charlie and I have gotten pretty close lately, so close that he’s often my first and last thought of the day, but a relationship? Neither one of us wants that. Is it the word? I shake my head because now is not the time to figure this out.

Now is the time for hot sex.

“Tobias.”

He meets my gaze. “Yes.”

“Are you still in?” I take in his sexily tousled hair, the dark stubble dotting his square jaw, and his pink lips, which are wet from the last sip of his beer.

“Yes.”

My cell vibrates in my hand, making my heart rate jump as well.

Charlie: Room 1102

Me: Okay. Be right up.

Charlie: Door’s unlocked.

“Is he in the room?”

“Yes, let’s go.”

Tobias doesn’t take my hand or so much as touch me on the way to the elevator. He seems to sense that this night is about the three of us, and that I don’t want to get started unless Charlie’s with us.

The room is open, as expected. My palms are sweaty and I try to discreetly rub them against the fabric of my black dress. It’s a standard hotel room: king-sized bed in the middle with a desk and TV directly across from it and a side chair between the bed and the window wall. Soft, sultry music is playing from somewhere, and the lamp is turned to the lowest setting, bathing the room in ambient light.

Charlie is sitting on the chair, fully dressed, one leg crossed over the other with his ankle resting on his knee. My eyes are drawn to his and I watch as he looks between me and Tobias, noting that we aren’t touching. His eyes blaze at me, and it just takes that one look for my nipples to stiffen. He notices my body’s reaction to him and smirks at me.

That smirk relaxes me. It’s still just me and Charlie.

And Tobias.

How do we start?

Charlie must read the question in my expression because he stands and walks around the bed until he’s right in front of me.

“You doing okay?”

I nod slowly. I think I’m okay.

He places his hands on my shoulders and leans in to kiss me. His tongue is hot and demanding, and I lose my breath as he tugs me in so our bodies connect from chest to hip. He’s hard; I can feel his erection against my belly.

“Tobias,” he says as he breaks our kiss.

“Yes.”

“I think Quinn has too many clothes on, don’t you?”

Tobias grins at him and nods in agreement. “Way too many.”

“Can Tobias undress you, Red?”

I nod my head jerkily as Charlie sits on the bed and pulls my hips to position me so I’m facing him. Tobias comes up behind me and brushes my hair over one shoulder so he can locate the zipper on my dress. I know it’s coming but the sound of the zipper still startles me, and goose bumps surface on my skin as his warm hands slide the straps over my shoulders until the dress falls to my feet. Charlie leans down to help and I brace my hands on his shoulders as I step out of it.

I’m now in my bra, panties, and heels. Though the thought of staying in my heels is sexy, my legs are wobbling enough with my anticipation, so I kick them off.

That’s better.

Charlie looks over my shoulder and nods at Tobias. This silent exchange between them makes my blood burn hotter and then I feel fingers at the back of my bra, undoing the clasp. My breasts sag and sway at the loss of support, and Tobias again pulls the straps over my shoulders and down my arms, handing it off to Charlie, who then drapes it over my dress. My nipples pebble as the cool air hits my overheated skin, and this time, Tobias’s hands smooth down my back, under my arms, and then rest just under my breasts. My nipples tingle and my breasts feel achy, swollen with the need to be touched.

Charlie follows Tobias’s hands, tracking his movements. I can’t stop watching his face, how his pupils dilate and his cheeks flush with arousal.

Tobias’s fingers make gentle circles on my skin, and just when I think he’s going to put me out of my misery and touch my nipples, his hands sweep over my abdomen toward the elastic of my underwear. His touch is firm, making my soft, supple curves yield to the pressure. Five or ten years ago I may have been embarrassed by the softness of my belly and hips, but I’ve learned to love my body. Besides, with the way Charlie is looking at me right now, I can’t feel anything but desired.

Tobias slides his fingers under the fabric of my panties and frees me of my last article of clothing. Standing here, naked, in between two incredibly gorgeous, fully clothed men, is such a rush. Both of their attention is fixed solely on me.

Any hesitation I felt earlier leaves.

“You like what you see?” I smirk at Charlie. He looks up, expression softening, and gives me that wide, dimple-popping, panty-dropping grin.

“Very much.”

“I’m thinking you guys are overdressed,” I point out.

“What are you going to do about that?” he asks, nodding his chin to Tobias.

I look over my shoulder and find Tobias staring at me. His green eyes are heavy-lidded with lust and his black wavy hair is tousled from running his fingers through it. It’s the first time I’ve truly looked at Tobias since we entered the room and it’s abundantly clear from the tent in his pants that he is enjoying this little game.

“I think I’m going to start with you,” I tell him with a saucy smile. I tug his shirt up over his stomach and shoulders until he helps me pull it off, tossing it to the side of the room. Tobias is leaner than Charlie, but he’s toned, with not an ounce of fat anywhere on his body. His chest is covered with a smattering of dark hair, lessening in density over his abdomen then gathering together in a dark happy trail.

Leaning forward, I unbuckle the waistband of his pants, surprised that he is actually wearing something other than holey jeans. Unzipping is tricky work, what with the raging hard-on trapped under there. Very carefully, I finish my task, discovering that Tobias is commando. His uncut cock springs forward, as if happy to be free from its prison. I drop the pants and he shuffles out of his shoes then leans down to remove his socks.

Now two of us are naked…

“Tobias, want to play a game?” Charlie asks, his voice rough with lust.

Tobias smirks at him. “I thought we were playing.”

“It’s a game called Would You Rather,” Charlie clarifies.

“I like the sound of that.”

“Thought so. Would you rather eat Quinn’s pussy or have her suck your cock?”

Fuck. Yes please.

I look between the two men, both with hot eyes on me.

“I’d rather eat her pussy.”

Said pussy clenches at those words, at the way they’re discussing me as if I’m not here.

“Excellent choice. Quinn’s pussy is delicious.”

“I know.” There’s that reminder that Tobias and I have done this before. My eyes fly to Charlie to gauge his reaction, but surprisingly, he doesn’t seem jealous. He stands up, making room for me to get on the bed.

“Show me.” Charlie is calling the shots.

“What about what I want?” I pout.

“Do you want him to eat your pussy?” Charlie asks me.

I can’t deny that I do. “Yes.”

“Then lie back and spread your legs. Show us your gorgeous pussy.”

Fuck. I lie back on the bed, propped up on my elbows, and slowly stretch my legs, widening them as far as I can with my knees bent and feet flat on the mattress. I look up and the view is…magnificent. Two men stand in front of me, staring right in between my legs. Charlie is still fully clothed in his long-sleeved blue shirt and charcoal slacks. The blue of his shirt brings out the blue of his irises, and that ocean blue gaze glitters at me. Next to him, almost shoulder to shoulder, Tobias stands naked, hand stroking his swollen erection, licking his lips as he stares at my pussy.

“Fuck, she’s wet,” Tobias groans.

Being the center of their attention is heady, and my body is ready for the touching to begin. I feel so exposed, so naughty.

As if reading my mind, Tobias kneels in front of the bed and runs his hands up my thighs, spreading them wider apart and pinning them open. I look at Charlie while he watches Tobias.

The first lick is heaven, hot and wet, right up my center, ending with a flick to my clit. I can’t stop my eyes from closing or the moan from slipping out. Tobias delivers lick after lick, paying attention to everything but my clit. He grunts as he eats me, and I feel the puff of air against my wet, heated skin.

Charlie’s gaze doesn’t leave my pussy. He watches Tobias’s ministrations closely, as if studying for a test. I don’t know why this makes everything feel so much better, but it does.

My hips begin to move, searching for friction where I need it most, but Tobias is good at evading me. My nipples are tingling from the lack of attention and I give in to the desire to touch them myself, lying all the way back and pinching the sensitive tips.

“Fuck, Red, look at you,” Charlie says gruffly. Our eyes connect and it’s like he’s in awe of me. He stares at me with such naked lust. “Does it feel good to have Tobias eat you?”

“God, yes.”

He palms his erection, rubbing it over his pants. I stare at the outline of his dick and lick my lips, wishing I could suck him right now. To my relief, Charlie unbuckles his belt, unbuttons his pants, and frees his rigid erection from the confines of his pants. He sighs as he wraps a hand around it and gives it a squeeze.

“Do you want Tobias to fuck you while I watch?”

Do I want Tobias to fuck me? The excitement I see in Charlie’s face tells me he wants this, and the thought of those shining blue eyes watching me get fucked by another man while he strokes his cock lazily ratchets up my arousal to epic proportions.

“Yes,” I moan, gasping in surprise as Tobias’s tongue swipes over my puckered hole.

“What did he do?” He looks at Tobias to see what gave me that reaction.

“He licked my asshole,” I tell him, my voice catching as Tobias does it again.

“Fuck. Show me, Tobias. Let me see that dirty hole.”

Tobias moves back a bit, and Charlie leans over his shoulder to look at me, open and exposed. My asshole clenches at their attention.

“Fuuuuck. Have you fucked her there before?” Charlie asks him.

“I haven’t, have you?”

“Not yet.”

Not yet… My hole clenches again then I feel a finger rubbing the wrinkled skin. Who’s touching me? Looking between my legs, I see two gorgeous heads gathered close together, both arms forward, hands out of my line of sight. There’s another swipe, this time swirling into my pussy to collect my arousal then back over my pucker to wet it. A finger pushes gently, but my muscles involuntarily clench up.

“It needs to be wetter,” Charlie tells Tobias before he leans closer and spits. The saliva lands on right on my hole with a splat, the sound so lewd. Tobias chuckles, then a finger runs over the spittle, spreading the wetness around.

“More please,” Tobias requests, his voice a low rumble.

Another spit lands on its intended target, and fuck me, the sound is so obscene I just might come.

“See how she likes that? Her pussy is getting wetter.”

It’s like they’re having a casual conversation while I’m burning up, desperate for release. There’s that gentle pressure on my asshole again, but this time, the fingertip is slippery and I feel the tip make forward progress, slipping inside just a bit.

“Fuck, she’s tight,” Tobias tells Charlie.

I hear Charlie inhale then watch as he leans forward, almost as if he can’t help himself, and licks my pussy, sucking my clit into his mouth and letting go with a pop.

“Mmmm,” I moan, my hips trying to follow his mouth for more friction. Firm hands hold my legs in place and looking down, I see it’s Charlie’s hand on my right leg and Tobias’s hand on my left. I love the fact that they’re both touching me at the same time.

Then Tobias leans forward, making me see stars with a swipe of his tongue, starting by the finger in my asshole then licking all the way up my center but evading my clit. I groan my complaint, and Charlie chuckles darkly, leaning forward to do the same.

Fuck. They take turns licking me with wet, hungry tongues, then I lose track of who is doing what, only Tobias’s stubble giving me a clue about which tongue is his as I’m unable to keep my eyes open anymore. All I experience is their touch and the resulting sensations. I’m drunk with lust and when I look, I see both heads in between my legs, both tongues devouring me. Somehow, the finger has wedged farther into my ass and is pumping in and out with short, shallow strokes.

I need to come, and all other thoughts fade to the background of my consciousness. I’m writhing against their mouths, desperate for more. It’s only these two men, their wonderful appendages, and the need to come. I reach down with both hands, my right hand threading through the short strands of Charlie’s blond hair, my left tangling into Tobias’s long, black hair. I cradle their heads, pulling them into my body, trying to direct their attention.

“Charlie, Tobias,” I say as I pant. “I need more.”

“What do you need, Red?” Charlie mumbles in between licks and sucks.

“I need you guys to fill me up.” I want to be stuffed full of them.

“Can you be more specific?”

“I need one of you to fuck my pussy and the other one to fuck my mouth.” There, I said it. That is exactly what I want and I have no idea when the opportunity will present itself again.

“Well, isn’t she demanding?” he says to Tobias.

“You said specific,” I point out.

“Shall we play Would You Rather again?” Tobias asks.

“I’d rather watch you fuck her.”

“I’d rather fuck her.”

“Win-win.”

“Fuck, hurry up!” I complain.

They stand up, and Tobias digs in his discarded pants for a condom while Charlie finally sheds his clothing. He crawls onto the bed, kneeling alongside me, tugging on his shaft with his masculine hand. I love the way it looks when he strokes himself. The piercing glints at me, and my mouth waters at the sight. Grabbing a pillow, he motions for me to lift my hips up and slides the pillow under my ass to prop me up a bit higher.

Tobias rips open the condom, rolls it on, and joins us on the bed. We all do a little shuffle until he fits between my legs, then I wrap them around his hips, pulling him closer to me. His pale skin and dark hair are a striking contrast to Charlie’s golden skin and sparse hair.

Charlie’s eyes are everywhere, watching my face, watching Tobias, watching Tobias’s cock as he rubs it up and down my slit, getting it wet with my arousal. It feels so good, I can’t stop my hips from thrusting forward, seeking more. Tobias moves closer, the coarse hairs on his legs tickling my skin, and the head of his cock lines up at my entrance. I check Charlie’s face, needing to see that he’s watching this, that he’s okay with this. He hasn’t missed a thing, and he squeezes his cock as he stares while Tobias sinks into me.

We all groan at that first slide inside.

Charlie starts to jerk in earnest as Tobias gets to work, fucking me with deep, powerful thrusts. My breasts sway with each one, my body bouncing as I absorb the impact. I need to hold on to something and my hands fist the sheets, struggling for purchase, but that’s not enough. I reach out to Charlie, needing to touch him.

“Look at you, Red. You’re taking his cock so deep. You hungry for more?”

“Yes, I want more. I want you in my mouth.”

“You dirty, dirty girl.” He moves closer to me, but as I lean forward with an open mouth, he keeps himself just out of my reach. I reach forward with my hands, planning to grab a hold of his erection, but he catches my hands and pins them to the bed above me with one swift move. He keeps one hand pinning my wrists together firmly, and the new position arches my back.

“Fuck,” Tobias mutters. “She’s so tight. I’m not going to last.”

“Charlie,” I whimper, opening my mouth like a baby bird waiting for a feeding. I stare up at him, letting him see my desperation.

“You know what I want to hear.”

He wants me to beg. Bossy man.

“Please, Charlie, I need you in my mouth. I want you to come down my throat.”

“Fuck yes.” With a grunt of satisfaction, he kneels closer and allows me to wrap my lips around his engorged cockhead.

“Mmm,” I moan with my mouth full of him. He’s still holding my hands, so I have no control, no leverage. I can only take what he gives me.

I feel so dirty, stuffed full of two men.

I feel…alive.

Sexy.

And despite being on my back with my hands pinned above my head, I feel powerful. These two men are losing control, all because of how much they want me.

I suck and lick Charlie, breathing through my nose as he starts to fuck my mouth. Soon there is a chorus of groans and grunts and curses as coordination gives way to the chase of release. I feel fingers pluck at my clit—I don’t know whose fingers at this point, but it’s just what I need.

My orgasm is ripped out of me, burning hot pleasure so intense it causes me to jerk and tremble, to whimper and groan around the cock in my mouth. Tobias pounds into me, muttering, “I’m so close, fuck I’m coming.” He slams in one more time then stills, and I actually feel the pulse of his dick as he finds his release.

Charlie is the last to find his orgasm, as if he needed to watch both of us fall apart before he allowed himself to come. He shouts that masculine shout that borders on pain then fills my mouth with his pleasure. I try not to gag, but there’s so much hot fluid, it takes me by surprise. My eyes burn as I swallow as fast as I can, and tears fall down the sides of my face as I lick him clean.

As my brain slowly reboots, the boys chuckle. It’s a sound of relief, a happy, incredulous sound. Tobias eases out of me and I open my eyes, smiling up at both of them.

Charlie’s cobalt orbs smolder at me as he wipes my face clean and kisses my lips. “That was amazing.”

It really was.