Wildcard: Volume One

“Want to introduce me to your friends?” I direct my question to Salli, and walk over to the window.

She turns around and smiles. Her arm is still around her blonde friend’s waist. “This is Piper. Cierra is on the end, and this is Mel.” She turns to Mel and kisses her on the lips as her fingers slowly move around to her stomach and up to the curve of her breast.

I shake my head and grin: there is nothing hotter than two sexy women kissing. Piper steps forward, her eyes meeting mine. I reach out and run my finger over the edge of her hair, tucking a loose curl behind her ear.

“Lovely to meet you, Piper,” I murmur. My hand hooks around the back of her neck as I nudge her closer to me. She smiles as I press my mouth against hers. She tastes sweet, like cotton candy, and her pink, glittery lip-gloss rubs off on my tongue.

My hand moves behind her back as I discover the zip to her dress. My lips find the curve of her neck as I lower the zipper, allowing the dress to slide off her slender body.

I groan, cupping her perfectly round breasts in my hands. She gasps as I gently squeeze her nipple, and then not so gently roll it between my fingers. I’m shocked that she isn’t wearing anything under that damn dress—not even underwear.

I look up and notice that Mel and Salli are still kissing. Cierra is watching me and Piper. Her pretty lips form into a pout, as if she’s upset about being left out. I motion for her to join us. I am more than happy to accommodate.

Her rich chocolate eyes don’t stray from mine as she walks over to us. They continue to watch me as she lowers her lips down onto Piper’s neck. Raking my fingers through her thick golden locks, I kiss Cierra, my tongue swirling around hers.

A knock on the door alerts me that the champagne I ordered has arrived. I walk over to the door and open it, allowing the bellhop to wheel in the trolley. Three bottles of champagne sit in a bucket of ice, and a platter of fresh chocolate-dipped strawberries sit on the crisp white tablecloth.

I smirk as the bellhop’s gaze strays over to my half-naked entourage. His eyes widen and he quickly looks away, not meeting my gaze. I hand him a tip and put my hand on his back, leading him out of the room. His face is beet red as he mumbles a thank you.

“Help yourselves,” I say, motioning to the table. I pop the top off the champagne and fill four glasses.

“You’re not having any?” Salli asks, lifting the flute to her lips.

“That would be unprofessional of me. I have a game of tennis to play in,” I check my watch, “ten hours.” I move closer to her and take the glass from her hand. Setting it aside, I take her hand and lead her over to the couch.

Sitting down, I pull Salli onto me. She straddles me, smiling as I gently bite her lip. I reach behind her and unwrap the tie that is holding her dress up. It spills around her waist, and I’m left staring at her gorgeous breasts.

She gasps as

I slither down under her and take her nipple in my mouth, rolling it around my tongue. Her back arches as she grinds her body against me, her movement making me hard. Or maybe it’s the feel of her wet pussy brushing over my fingers as I stroke the outer edge of her panties. She gasps as I slide two fingers inside her. Her muscles contract and I’m aroused at how tight she is.

I groan as she slips her hand behind her, inside my pants, and grips her fingers around my cock. Before I can even react, she’s off my lap and on her knees in front of me. I groan as her lips close over the tip of my cock. Her tongue is fucking magical as it curls around my length. I inhale sharply and watch her as she takes all of me in her mouth. There is nothing sexier than watching a woman give you head—especially when she knows what she’s doing.

“Fuck,” I mutter.

She sucks faster, running her lips all the way to the base of my shaft. I’m in heaven. I groan, my body jerking as my release coats the back of her throat. I’m teetering on the edge between pleasure and pain; I want to push her away, but at the same time I need more. Seconds later I’m groaning because and I can’t handle any more; even the soft touch of her breath on me sends me into a spin.

“Fuck, that was epic,” I mutter, closing my eyes. She giggles as I sigh.

“You mind if we jump in your hot tub?”

Opening my eyes, I look up and see Cierra standing in front of me. Salli gets to her feet and not so discreetly wipes her mouth.

“Sure, go ahead,” I murmur.

Salli reaches for my hand and helps me up. My jeans fall around my ankles, so I step out of them and follow the girls out to the hot tub.

My balcony is like a scene from an eighties college movie: music is playing in the background and there are breasts everywhere. These girls are anything but shy.

This is exactly what I need.

“You coming in?” one asks me.

I’ve lost track of who’s who, so I simply nod and peel off my boxer shorts. I slide into the steaming water. I have a girl on either side of me, and Salli positioned between my legs. I laugh, and wonder if she’s trying to stake a claim on me.

Piper—I think—who is on my left, tilts my head and kisses me. I groan as I feel a hand on my cock. After the day I’ve had, I’ve got no idea how I’m still able to get it up, but he’s standing strong.

I press my lips against hers as the hands work my cock. I’m not even sure who the hand belongs to at this point, and I don’t really care.