“All right, let's get out of here,” I announce.
“Excuse me, out of here?” she asks when Dillon releases her lips, blinking in confusion.
“You're coming with us, Bella. I am done talking.”
She pauses, looking at each of us. I see the muscle working at the back of her jaw as she contemplates.
But I don't even have to remind her of the other night. Silently, she stands, adjusting her skirt back over her hips.
“I presume you have a car?” she asks, just before she strides out of the tent.
When we reach our building, we hurry through the granite and glass lobby to our private elevator. Bella turns to me immediately, standing on her tiptoes to kiss me, nearly falling against me. I can still taste the wine on her tongue and kiss her hungrily, eager to absorb everything of her.
“I want to taste you,” I growl, suddenly realizing how desperately I need to have her on my tongue.
“Lean on me,” Dillon instructs her, wrapping his arms around her from behind and dipping his head to mouth the soft line between her neck and shoulder.
Her fingers plunge into my hair as I kneel in front of her, shoving her skirt to the side, burying my face between her thighs. I inhale deeply, drinking in perfume… Chanel, I believe, and a deeper perfume. She smells salty, sweet. Like that vanilla and spice that's always on her lips, but more intense. More focused.
My tongue finds her seam; I’m hungry and impatient. I rip the panties away to expose her, feasting my eyes on that beautiful pink curl, the unfurling petals of her sex. I see a glistening drop of wetness, trembling on the outer edge of her lips, inviting me deeper.
I'm starving for her. I have to keep myself from coming right now as I open my lips to cover her whole sex at once, drinking her in, my tongue lapping insatiably. I want all of her.
“Fuck!” Dillon grunts as the elevator door slides open. The three of us tumble inside, eager and blind, confused but determined. Somehow we all make it to the bed, leaving a trail of discard
ed clothes behind us.
Bella breaks away, whirling around to face us both, her hands up as though forming an invisible barrier. Her chest heaves as she stands there, nipples pebbling fast, her body trembling with unmasked desire.
Dillon I glance at each other then wait, standing before her, wanting her and ready, hard as rocks.
“I want it,” she whispers, looking at both of us. “I really do.”
“I know,” I nod, stepping toward her cautiously. I can see that she does want us, but there is that hesitation again. It has to be up to her, completely. I will never force a woman.
“Just relax,” Dillon murmurs. He draws closer to her until his stiff cock brushes against her thighs and she shudders, arching her back and staring up at him longingly. “You will love this.”
He takes her in his arms, kissing her mouth and neck as he crawls from the bottom of the bed. They’re lying in the middle.
The bedsheets frame their bodies. I slip in beside them, pulling gently at the fabric that covers Bella's shoulder, kissing and tonguing the sensitive skin there, as she hitches and shudders in pleasure. I watch the skin gather at my touch, as I trail my fingers down the sides of her body.
I can't get enough of Bella. The intoxicating fragrance of her, the look of her, the wholesome, naughty contradiction that she is. I need to take her. She turns to look at me, and something in her eyes makes me feel as if she knows what I'm thinking, that we are connected more than just physically.
And we are. We are part of each other's game, for certain. We have agreed to help each other — but there's more than that. I know there's something inside her that is allowing us far more than what we initially agreed to. Something in me answers. I kiss her lips softly, questioningly almost, and her mouth becomes both soft and fierce at the same time.
She moans softly, from the base of her throat. I touch it like one would touch a kitten, to feel if she is purring.
Dillon is making soft sounds too, as he pinches and plays with her nipples. She writhes between us. Finding her ass cheeks with my hand, I squeeze them together and pull gently apart, the rhythm of her body's response showing me what she wants. Slipping down her back I lick the dimples at the base of her spine as I thrust one finger inside her furrow, and feel her squeeze my finger, holding it inside her.
I want to taste her everywhere, and so I do, my lips moving from cheek to cheek and finally between them, circling her puckered hole with my eager tongue. One of us, Dillon or I, earns a squeal from Bella. I like to think it's a squeal for me, but we are all together. One.
She smells and tastes divine, better than anything from Wolfgang Puck's dinner offering tonight. Her skin is soft, responsive. Her moans heighten. I look up to see Dillon kissing her breasts. Then he's moving down her body as well, ready to offer his tongue to her.
We begin to lick her from either side, as she tangles one hand in my hair and the other in Dillon's, and when he goes further, burying his tongue inside her channel, I plunge in as well. Our bodies are fused, the three of us together, playing her like a Stradivarius as her moans pitch higher and higher until we are rewarded with a gush and the undulations of her orgasm.
Her legs open and I catch Dillon's eye, and he motions to continue, so we don't let up. Torturing her with the most exquisite of pleasures.
She's trying to form words but she can’t, so she cries out in elated syllables. Dillon and I love trying to outdo each other like this. We can go all day, keep bringing her over the edge, until she’s just a quivering mass.