“The way your nipples are hardening in that fucking sexy little dress that we want to tear off of your body,” Van growled into my neck, making my head swim.
“And the fact that I know your panties are soaked all the way through right now,” Matthew whispered darkly into my ear.
I could have orgasmed right there in that club if they’d just kept talking like that into my ears, I swear.
“C’mon, stranger, one night,” Van said with a sly grin. “Get wild, with us.”
I was silent a minute, and to the outsider, it might have looked like I was thinking it over, but that was so not the case.
…I’d already made up my mind — the pause was just to work up my courage to say it out loud.
“What do you think,” Matthew said, his teeth dragging across my earlobe, making my breath catch in my throat.
“I think you should kiss me,” I whispered. “Before I chicken out and— ”
Van swallowed the last of my words with his kiss, his tongue probing into my mouth and swirling against mine as his hand snaked around my waist and pulled me tight. My head spun and the floor whirled around me as Matthew pulled me into him, his lips crashing into mine right after Van’s, his hand grabbing my ass like it was his.
“Shall we?” Van murmured.
I nodded breathlessly, my lips tingling and my whole body throbbing for more of their forbidden heat.
“Let me just— I have to go tell my friend,” I gestured vaguely in the direction of the bar, not wanting to take my eyes off of the two men in front of me like they might disappear if I did.
They grinned at me, as if they knew exactly what I was thinking.
“We’re not going anywhere,” Matthew purred into my ear, pulling me close and then kissing me once more.
“I’ll be right back.”
* * *
“So, I’m, uh, going.”
Emma turned, her brow raised. “Oh?”
“Yeah, I…” I trailed off, blushing. I honestly had no idea how to tell my friend I was about to go home with two gorgeous men who I’d literally just met.
Her eyes went wide. “With blond and handsome, from earlier?”
“Uh, yeah,” I said quickly.
And his totally gorgeous, dark-haired friend.
“Well, well, well!” She grinned conspiratorially at me. “I guess you took ‘getting wild’ to heart, huh?”
She stuck her tongue out at me.
“Oh, I think he’s waiting for you over—”
Her jaw dropped.
“Jules.”
I swallowed, afraid to follow her gaze behind me.
“Uh, yeah?”
“There are two hotties waiting by the door with their eyes locked on you.”
“So, I’ll see you tomorrow?”
I went to turn quickly to avoid any questions, but she grabbed my wrist.
“Jules, tell me that’s blond guy’s driver or something?”
I was silent.
“Oh. My. God.”
Her grip tightened on my wrist as her eyes went even wider.
“Are you seriously doing what I think you’re doing?” she hissed.
“I have to go, okay?”
“Julia!”
“Emma.”
Her lips pursed, and even if I could tell she was a little scandalized, and maybe a little worried for me, I could also see the flush on her face that looked a whole like curiosity.
…Maybe jealousy too.
“I’ll call you tomorrow, I promise.”
She took a quick sip of her cocktail, her eyes darting past me to the two men who were about to change everything I knew.
“I’d tell you to have fun, but…” Her eyes dragged back to mine, that pink flush in her cheeks. “Something tells me that’s not going to be a problem.”
3
Victor
The limo was already waiting for us right outside the club as we stepped out into the night. Julia hesitated for a second at the door to the back of it, like I’d anticipated she might, since everything about her seemed smart, savvy, and not prone to getting into limousines with strange men she’d just met.
I liked that about her.
“You can say no anytime,” Micah murmured as he held the door open for her.
Micah, not Matthew. Just like I was Victor, not Van. I knew we were both feeling guilty about the fake names, but then, it was Masquerade night, of which the whole point was to be anonymous. Hell, her name might not have even been Julia, though something told me this girl was incapable of lying, even for something like this.
But then, we had another reason for the fake names too. It’s the reason that on our one night out in North Revania, we’d chosen a place that encouraged masks. Because men like Micah and I couldn’t just go out and expect not to get mobbed with paparazzi, strangers taking selfies, and all sorts of other bullshit.
And if men like us were seen out trying to pick up the same girl, together? Well, it’d be an international scandal of the highest order.
After all, royal princes don’t go out to clubs looking to take a girl home to share.
So the fake names were necessary. After all, if we were both to hit on a woman, and then pop that “by the way, we both want to take you home” part, only to have her freak, it was as easy as walking away when there were masks and fake names involved. If it was Prince Micah Anders of West Revania and Prince Victor Swell of South Revania trying to bring a girl home together, well, that was like chum to the sharks.
And yet, I felt guilty about it, and I knew why.
Because Julia wasn’t just some girl we were picking up a the bar. Well, she was, but it was a whole fucking lot more than that, and I didn’t even have to look at Micah to know he was thinking the same damn thing.
It was everything about her — her beauty, her wit, her ability to make us tongue-tied, and her ability to seem so innocent and yet so willing to get a little dangerous that had us hooked.
I felt guilty about lying about our names to her because I liked her — really, truly liked her, and in much more than in the way where I wanted to watch her come as she rode my thick cock up and down.
…I mean, I did want to see that too, but it was deeper than that. Much deeper, and Micah was in the same boat.
“If tonight was just a dance,” I murmured in her ear as she hesitated outside the limo. “Then that’s fine. We had a great time with you, and if this isn’t something you want to—”
“I want,” she whispered breathlessly, whirling, her eyes blazing up into mine as her cheeks flushed.
“I really want.”
I grinned, watching her eyes flash fire into mine before she turned and stepped into the limo.
Micah nodded at me before he climbed in after. I followed, shutting the door and pushing a button on the side console signaling our driver, who already knew where we were going.
The car drove off into the night, the three of us almost visibly buzzing with excitement.
Micah poured champagne, passing around the glasses as we sank back into the big, wide bench seat, Julia between us. We all still wore the masks, like we’d decided without words to keep the anonymity going. Outside the club atmosphere, there was something even more innocent and just so pure about her that had my blood roaring in my ears. Something so good about her that got my cock throbbing hard.
“Cheers, to a fun night,” Micah raised a glass, clinking it to hers and to mine across her.
We all drank quietly, and for a second, I wondered if she might have lost her nerve between the dance and the limo. I wondered if now, here alone with us, she was suddenly doubting her decision.
“Julia, I was serious before. If you want to stop—”
I didn’t even finish my sentence before she turned, grabbed my shirt, and yanked me into her. Her lips seared to mine, her kiss hungry, fierce, and wild. I growled, my hands grabbing her tightly and tangling in her hair as I claimed that sweet little mouth.
Oh, it was on.
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She whimpered as I kissed her, my hands roaming up her bare thighs to her ass, grabbing it tightly and growling into her mouth. I pulled away, and it’s like she anticipated it before Micah took her in his hands — turning to meet his kiss and melting against my best friend.
My cock pulsed in my pants as I watched her kiss him. She leaned into him, and my eyes dropped to the way her tiny black dress rode up high on her, showing a glimpse of sweet, succulent skin and flash of black thong panties.
I had to taste her. Not later, at the hotel. fucking now. I had to see if she was as sweet as I knew she’d be. I had to spread those legs and kiss and suck my way between them until she was squealing for more and coming all over my tongue.
She was kissing Micah fiercely, moaning into him as he held her by the hair. His hand drifted up and down her side, up to brush the underside of her breasts and then down to skim along the hem of her dress. I moved into, my hand sliding up her legs and making her shiver and moan even louder into him.
I might have just met this girl, but I had a strong suspicion she’d never been with two guys before.
…I could guaran-fucking-tee she’d never been with two guys like us before.
She hesitated only for a second as I pushed her legs apart, but when I let my lips press to one knee and then the other, I felt her resistance melt. I moved to the floor of the limo as I spread her legs, feeling my blood roar in my ears as I started to kiss up her inner thighs, pushing her dress higher. She moaned into Micah’s kiss, grabbing his shirt feverishly as his hands moved to her breasts. I pushed her dress up all the way as I moved her legs wide, and I groaned.
Her panties were soaked. Soaked and clinging wetly to her tight little pussy. I growled as I leaned in closer, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her. She cried out when I pressed my tongue to her center, dragging up over her soaked sticky panties and tasting her juices. She was moaning louder now, and I glanced up to see my friend pulling the straps of her dress down and exposing her bare, creamy, perfect tits, capped with these light pink nipples that begged to be sucked.
He did.
She gasped as Micah’s lips closed over one of her nipples, and then moaned louder as I began to tongue her pussy through her panties. I sucked on them hungrily, making her arch her back before I reached up and yanked them down her legs.
Fuck. Yes.
Her legs spread again, and this time, my view of her prize was unobstructed. I moved in again, and this time it was her bare, soft lips that my tongue dragged over. She cried out before the moan was muffled by Micah kissing her again as I pushed my own tongue deep into her silken lips.
I could hear my buddy’s zipper, followed by a moan from Julia, and then a loud, sharp gasp.
“Oh my God,” she whispered.
I grinned to myself knowingly — Micah and I were both big, and I do mean big.
She moaned as I swirled my tongue over her clit, teasing her and slipping a finger deep into her pussy. I curled it forward, making a “come here” motion as I sucked on her clit, and she started to go crazy, kissing Micah wildly and bucking her hips against me.
“Open your mouth, angel,” Micah growled. “I want to feel those lips wrapped tight around my cock.”
Julia gasped sharply, and while I was willing to bet no one had ever talked to her like that before, judging from the way her pussy absolutely creamed into my hand and mouth when he said it, she was loving it.
I glanced up to watch her move down, her mouth opening as she leaned down towards Micah’s big cock. He stroked himself as she lowered her mouth, and when those soft pink lips of hers wrapped around his thick head, he groaned. His head dipped back against the seat and she moaned wildly as she tried to inhale as much of him as she could.
My cock throbbed almost painfully as I gave her one last long lingering lick and then moved to my knees.
No more waiting. I had to have her.
My cock sprung out thickly against her thigh, and she gasped around my friends girth. Her eyes glanced towards me, and went a little bigger as she watched me move between her legs. I rubbed the big head of my dick against her lips, letting her feel it as I teased her clit with it. She moaned around Micah, whimpering and slurping on him eagerly as I teased her pussy with my cock.
The car came to a stop.
Motherfucker.
I knew we could have just continued. The driver was not only a loyal employee of mine, but he was paid better than most stock brokers.
Believe me, he’d wait.
But then, as much as I wanted us to have her right now, right here, another thought hit me.
This girl was worth more than the backseat of a limo. Julia meant more than that, to both of us. We were going to take her that night, but it wouldn’t be here.
It’d be in a bed.
Growling, I somehow found the strength to pull away from her, every single cell in my body pissed that I was doing so.
Micah did the same, the three of us panting and the air practically sizzling with sexual charge.
“Let’s take this upstairs,” I said quickly, moving up to kiss her.
Her eyes darted between us behind her mask, and she nodded.
“Let’s definitely do that,” she whispered breathlessly.
Micah and I pulled ourselves together while she slipped her dress back on. She reached for her panties, but I grinned as I got to them first.
“These, I’ll be keeping,” I purred, watching her eyes blaze.
“I— my dress is pretty short.” Her cheeks flushed as she said it, her eyes darting over mine.
“I know.”
I watched her bite her lip, the fire blazing behind her eyes as she slowly nodded.
* * *
We walked briskly through the lobby of the Plaza Royale — all three of us clearly buzzing with sexual energy as we made a bee-line for the elevators. We were still wearing the black masks, but no one seemed to give a shit, especially when Micah and I flashed our executive suite keycards to the front desk.
The doors had barely closed to the elevator when we were on her. Julia gasped as we both attacked her — two mouths on her neck, alternating kissing her and growling into her skin. Both of our hands slipped under her dress — Micah pushing a finger deep into her slick, tight pussy and me rolling her clit in small circles. She moaned into us, her hands grabbing at us and her lips kissing one and then the other until the elevator came to a stop.
We pulled away as the doors opened, and Julia’s eyes went wide at the two armed guards posted there.
“What—”
“This way,” Micah growled, both of us nodding at the guards as we practically dragged her down the hall to the doors of the Presidential Suite.
The double doors opened to the huge penthouse, and we quickly pulled her inside as the door slammed behind us. She gasped as I pulled her into me, kissing her fiercely while Micah came up behind her and started to pull at her dress.
“Wait, wait,” she shook her head, pulling away and letting her eyes move between us.
“The limo, this penthouse, the guards with guns?” She took a step back from us.
“Who are you guys?”
4
Julia
Matthew and Van glanced at each other, something unspoken darting between them.
“We—”
“We work in government,” Matthew finished. “Hence the security.”
“Hence us still wearing masks?”
Van grinned hungrily at me. “That just makes this more fun, don’t you think?”
I bit my lip as I nodded, the heat from earlier sizzling up inside of me. Here I was, in their amazing, huge penthouse suite with the both of them.
Alone.
Ready to go completely wild.
“Shall I pour us some drinks?” Matthew raised a brow as he stepped into me. “Or—”
“I’m not very thirsty,” I whispered breathlessly as the two of them moved against me, hands sliding up my sides.
“I
’m just hungry,” Van growled as he pulled me close and suddenly kissed me fiercely.
Matthew groaned, moving behind me and kissing my neck, his hands grabbing my ass as he ground his thick cock against me.
The three of us stumbled across the floor to a doorway and tumbled into a huge bedroom. I gasped as four hands moved over my body, two sets of perfect lips kissing me hungrily and biting and sucking at my skin. I moaned as my dress was pulled from my shoulders, dropping to the ground around my heels as the two men began to strip.
I groaned, shivering in eagerness as they pulled their clothes off. They’d been gorgeous dressed, but without clothes, the two of them were gods. I gasped as they pulled me against their bare chests, my hands and fingers exploring their chiseled pecs and grooved abs. I breathed heavily as my hands dropped to their waists, fingers pulling belts as the two of them kissed my neck and ran their hands over my skin.
Their dress pants dropped to the ground, and they both quickly shoved briefs down as two huge cocks sprung up into my hands.
Holy. Shit.
I’d seen them both in the dim backseat of the limo, and I’d had Matthew in my mouth stretching my lips wide. But seeing them here, both right in front of me and pulsing like hot iron in my hands had me squeezing my thighs tight as every neuron in my brain fired at once.
Two perfect, gorgeous, hung men — and they were both all for me, for tonight.
My eyes drifted over their perfect bodies, blood roaring hotter and hotter as I took them in. My gaze raked over tattoos I’d never have expected from men dressed this well and in clothes as expensive as theirs.
I frowned curiously when I noticed it — the tattoo of three crowns that each of them had on their shoulder muscles. Identical tattoos.
The flicker of a question teased across my lips, but the two of them suddenly moved to either side of me and dropped to their knees. I gasped as hands moved up my legs pulling them apart as they both kissed down my skin. Matthew lingered at my bellybutton, his hand moving up between my legs and stroking my dripping wet pussy. Behind me, Van cupped my ass, biting it lightly with his teeth and then spreading it as he began to kiss his way lower.