“It’s hot,” I agree quickly.
“Does it interest you? Maybe something you’d like to try?”
I shake my head, answering this question just as fast as the one before it.
“Good,” he growls in my ear. “No one can eat your pussy as well as I do.”
I grin at his possessive tone, leaning back against his chest as his hand slides higher on my thigh.
“You’re turning them on,” Isaac says, nodding his head in the direction of a couple on the other side of the stage.
Sure enough, the man and woman are watching Trenton’s hand under my skirt rather than the performance separating us.
“Do you want to leave the curtains open when we get in the room?” Trenton’s breath is hot on my shoulder, forcing goosebumps to rise.
“No,” I say, shaking my head for good measure.
I didn’t realize that I didn’t want any part of that until he asked.
Having two men watch me is thrilling. The possibility of dozens doesn’t interest me at all.
“I bet our room is ready,” Isaac says as he stands, offering his hand out to mine.
I take it as expected, the nervousness inside of me multiplying by infinity as he leads me across the club to a dark stairway.
Trenton isn’t far behind, and I find them standing side by side, eyes drinking me in once we enter the room.
The door closes, a sort of finality to the sound.
“Get naked,” Trenton says, his eyes alive with need and fire.
I bite my bottom lip before speaking. “I figured one of you would strip me.”
“We’d never be able to agree on who gets the honor,” Isaac says.
My hands shake as I reach behind me for the zipper of the borrowed dress. Misty didn’t ask questions when I told her I needed something sexy to wear tonight. She simply agreed to take care of it and came back with half a dozen dresses to choose from.
I kick off the borrowed shoes, making me feel even smaller as I stand in front of them and pull the thin straps of the dress off my shoulders.
The dress floats to the ground at my feet, leaving me in nothing but a strapless bra and matching panties.
“All of it,” Trenton commands, his eyes skating down my nearly naked body.
My hands are shaking even more as I unsnap the bra and let if fall at my feet.
“Jesus,” Isaac hisses. “Fucking perfect.”
“Keep going.” This comes from Trenton.
I hook my thumbs into the waistband of my panties and shove them down, stepping out of the entire pile of clothing.
“Eyes on us, Grace.”
I snap my head back up, watching them with nervous need as they begin to strip.
Deft fingers work open buttons and zippers, revealing muscles so tan they have no place in winter. I can say I’m a fan of it though.
“Are you nervous?” Isaac asks, stepping forward because he managed to undress quicker.
“Y-yes,” I confess as he circles me.
“You don’t have to do this.”
I keep my eyes on Trenton as Isaac pauses behind me. The man hasn’t touched me yet, but I can’t tell if I’m anxious because I want it or if I want it to end.
The man in front of me keeps his eyes locked on mine as he drops his last article of clothing, cock hard and pointing in my direction. He spoke so many times of me being used, of me servicing both of them, and that’s exactly what I want to do. I’m seconds away from dropping to my knees and opening my mouth, letting him fuck my throat like he did before.
“Perfect tits,” Isaac says as he steps up behind me, the jut of his own erection making contact with the skin just above my ass.
His hands circle around, cupping both breasts in his hands, and the heat of them on my nipples makes me moan, my eyelids growing heavy with need.
“Feel good?” Trenton asks as he inches closer.
“So good.”
Like they’ve choreographed this entire thing, Isaac holds one breast higher so Trenton can take the tip of it in his mouth.
It has to be the best thing I’ve ever felt.
A groan rumbles past his lips, setting my skin on fire before he flicks the tip with his tongue.
Then Isaac is back in front of me, his mouth taking in the tip of my other breast.
This is really happening. I’m getting intimate with two men at the same time. My teasing and taunting brought us here, and the desperate need for release swimming around inside of me is what will keep it going.
A pair of hands, one more familiar with my body than the other, skates down my body, each one urging my legs further apart. Then two thick fingers are tangling, sliding through the slickness created by anticipation and eagerness.
I hang my head, chin against my chest as I look down when they slide those fingers inside of me together.