When they came up for air, Deacon gently stroked her hair back from her face. Astrid was even more beautiful when aroused, her eyes dark, her skin flushed. Watching them together was too good. Vico pictured them locked in a kiss the way they had been, but naked, with Deacon in action between her legs. His cock hardened in response to the image. He’d give anything to see Deacon in action.
I might even share the goddess to get a ringside seat for that show.
“So, what do you think,” he ventured. When she locked eyes with him, her soft lips parted, he decided to push it forward. “Do you want to get out of here, go somewhere else, spend some time with us?”
She nodded, her eyes bright and oddly luminous.
“Ever had two men before?” he added.
She shook her head, but she wasn’t shocked. She was fascinated. Beside her, Deacon’s eyes burned with anticipation, and he was looking to Vico to urge it on. Swallowing the rest of his champagne, Vico abandoned the glass. “Come on, let’s go.”
* * * *
The pick-up truck jolted down a gear.
“Bloody hell, I can’t drive while you’re doing that,” Deacon declared.
Astrid gasped, clutching at Vico. He had one hand buried between her legs, where he teased the skin of her inner thighs while he kissed her neck in the most arousing way. As if she wasn’t hot enough already—he had her like a cat in heat. She was just about ready to beg for relief.
How had they done this to her, she wondered?
Was it the dual approach, their eagerness, or the sheer amount of male pheromones that surrounded her? Whatever it was, her levels of sexual need had gone off the chart when they’d got back in the truck. Vico had moved in on her as soon as they pulled away from the party, and at first Deacon had kept one hand on her knee as he drove.
Deacon swerved the truck into a lay-by.
Vico’s hand closed over the front of her underwear, apparently nudged higher by the truck grinding to halt. One hand on the dash, she swore aloud when Deacon switched off the engine.
Deacon looked at her. “You’re a dangerous woman to be around.”
“Me?” she objected. “No, no, no. It’s you two who are the dangerous ones.” Breathless laughter escaped her as Deacon ducked to kiss her neck on the opposite side to his cohort in seduction. Her eyes closed when his mouth moved over her skin.
An eager man on either side of me, I’m lost to this.
“Dangerous? Do you want us to take you home?” Deacon asked as he planted small, tantalising kisses behind her ear and into her hairline.
Her pussy prickled, her centre fluttering with need. The G-string she wore was damp and clinging to her. Opening her eyes, she saw that the lay-by he had parked in was at a picnic area she’d passed in her own car many times. Moonlight filtered through the trees onto the wooden tables and benches. The place was flanked by tall pines, and in the moonlight it was both beautiful and inviting. “No, I don’t want to go home yet.”
Vico moved, acting on her words, and opened the truck door. Clambering out, he reached back in to offer her his hand. “Come on.”
Before she had a chance to respond, Deacon had popped her seatbelt and was opening his own door. It crossed her mind that her friends would tell her off for being out here with two men she barely knew. But she’d told the security guy at her office block where she was headed after her car wouldn’t start, and everyone at the party had seen them together. They wouldn’t be forgotten, no way. More than that, she sensed they could be trusted. Deacon was sober, and he was a loyal type. Vico had a wickedly charming edge, but nothing that unnerved her.
By the time she slid across the seat and stepped down, Deacon was right there with Vico, helping her out from the cab. As soon as she set her feet on solid ground she moved against the side of the truck. Vico’s hands were back on her, and his mouth covered hers. His kiss was more practiced than his buddy’s, more overtly seductive. He ran his tongue along her lower lip, making it tingle, before plunging it into her mouth. His hands were around her lower ribs, thumbs teasing the underside of her breasts through her dress. Drawing his tongue back and forth over hers, he mimicked the sex act. It made her as restless as a cat on a hot tin roof, more eager than she’d ever felt for physical action. Then the breeze lifted and she felt Deacon’s hand brush against her cheek as he stroked her hair back from her face, tenderly. She put her hand over his, holding him there, her heart dancing.
How long have I been waiting for an experience like this, without even knowing it?
“You’re so hot,” Vico whispered against her throat. “We’ve both wanted you for weeks.”
Deacon nodded when she glanced his way, confirming what his friend had said. It was to the quieter man she looked for grounding, when the charmer said such wild, flattering things.
“I had no idea.” Her pleasure multiplied, the thought of the two of them wanting her making her physical need soar. “I confess that I’ve been watching you both as well, watching you go in and out of the workshop, from my office w
indow.”
Deacon broke into a smile when she said that. He was the more serious of the two, but when he smiled his face lit up.
“Is there any reason why the three of us shouldn’t enjoy each other, here and now?” Vico asked, and his voice was low and softly seductive.
A sultry breeze blew through the trees, stirring them. The night air was filled with the scent of the undergrowth. It seemed to call to her, echoing the lure of the two men, two lovers. She noticed that they exchanged glances and wondered if they had done this before, and just how close they were. Had they shared a woman before? Had they been lovers?