Hunter kissed the inside of her thigh before switching places with his best friend. He knelt on the table, taking her tit in his mouth. Drew pushed her knees far to the side and began to devour her pussy.
“Oh God,” she cried.
Hunter kissed her and she tasted her own scent on his tongue. They were insatiable. Licking and sucking until she felt the climax start to take over.
It came crashing down around her. The orgasm came out of nowhere, taking her by storm. Slashing through her body. Pouring through her blood like molten rain.
She came hard in Drew’s mouth, while her palms slapped the table with powerful jolts. She didn’t know how to steady herself. How to accept the pleasure. It was overwhelming. The waves spilled through her as the storm reached its peak in her core before the rain turned to a gentle mist and soothed her body.
Her eyes opened and Hunter stared at her with complete lust and maybe something else, but she had to be imaging it. There was no way he cared about her. But it was just like the dream she had. Drew between her legs. Hunter hovering and watching.
“Oh shit,” she whispered.
“Good girl. He pressed a kiss against her throat.
She fought for breath as they moved their hands from her body. Hunter covered her breast with the stretched fabric of her dress and took his seat. Drew wiped his mouth with a linen napkin and helped her from the table, handing her panties to her. Hunter poured another glass of wine and sat next to her.
Alison tried to slow her pulse. She was speechless. The orgasm was still numbing her limbs. The world was suddenly a new place. It was brighter. Hotter. Wilder.
“Dessert was delicious.” Drew smiled wickedly.
Hunter laughed. “My favorite flavor of pussy.”
Alison stared at the flickering flames on the candelabra.
“Should I check on the flight for tomorrow?” Drew asked.
“Sounds good. I think the pilot should have everything set, but not a bad idea,” Hunter answered.
She sat between them, trying to gain her balance. Trying to make sense out of what they had done. How amazing she felt. How the room was still spinning. How they acted as if it didn’t happen. As if they hadn’t just licked her raw on the dining room table.
Alison placed her palms on the table. She needed space to think. She needed air that wasn’t filled with this much testosterone.
“I think I’m going to go upstairs. I’m going to my room and make sure Douglas packed everything,” she announced.
They looked at her.
“Everything ok, sweetheart?”
She looked in Hunter’s dark eyes and then at the sparkle in Drew’s.
She nodded. “Mmhmm. Good night.”
“We leave at seven,” Drew called after her.
“Before you go…”
She turned around at Hunter’s words. “Yes?”
“There is always another deal, sweetheart. Consider this to be our offer. Dessert every night.” He winked.
She nodded slowly, praying they didn’t see how the words made her shiver with want.
Alison managed to make it all the way to the banister before her knees wobbled and she had to grab the railing before she fell in a puddle on the floor.
Fifteen
Alison