Man, this guy was anything but shy.
His hand found her breast and he cupped it, squeezing as his tongue plundered her mouth. Then he released her lips and kissed down her neck, then her chest, until he found her hardened nipple and captured it in his moist mouth. In the dark, with this virtual stranger touching her, suckling her nipple, she felt faint with need.
A loud knock startled her.
“It’s been five minutes,” Sloan called.
Oh, God. Leave it to Sloan to actually time us.
Jonas sucked one more time, then released her aching nipple. He moved away and the door opened. She drew in a deep breath and peered into the lighted bedroom, then followed Jonas out of the closet. Sloan’s gaze fell to her breast and she glanced down, seeing her one nipple standing more at attention than the other, and a little darker in color.
At his frown, she simply smiled at him and continued into the dining room, then sat down.
The next hand went to Dare, with Derek the winner.
“Janine, I dare you to tease my cock with your mouth for five minutes.”
She grinned. “I accept your dare.”
He stood up and she walked around the table to him. She crouched down and reached into his box
ers, then drew out his erection. She wrapped her hand around his veined member, then kissed the tip of him, totally conscious of Sloan’s intense gaze on her. Swirling her tongue around and around, she teased Derek’s cockhead, then glided downward, swallowing his big corona in her mouth. She sucked a little, then glided lower. Derek’s fingers stroked through her long hair. Sucking again, she glided up, then released him. She licked him from base to tip, like a long, hard lollipop, then licked him again.
In her peripheral vision, she could see Jonas stroking his own cock through the cotton of his boxers. The knowledge she was turning on three men at once sent thrills through her. She wrapped her lips around Derek’s erection and swallowed him, opening her throat so she could take him all the way to the base. He groaned in pleasure.
“Time,” Sloan said, his voice tight.
She squeezed Derek inside her mouth. For a moment, she was sure he was going to come, but somehow he held back. She glided upward and released his marble-hard member. She smiled and stroked her finger the length of him, then tucked his erection back inside his boxers.
The next round also went to Dare. This time Jonas won.
“Janine, I want you to stroke yourself.”
She stood up and ran her hands over her breasts, teasing the nipples.
“No, I meant … inside your panties,” Jonas clarified.
* * *
Sloan’s gut clenched at Jonas’ words. It was bad enough he was watching with such eagerness as she caressed those gorgeous breasts of hers, but now he wanted too much.
“He didn’t specify that—” Sloan started.
“Don’t worry about it,” Derek said, his gaze glued to her fingers as she tweaked her nipples.
Damn it. Rules were rules. But he bit back a protest as Janine glanced at him and their gazes locked.
“Sloan, it’s just a friendly game,” Janine said.
“Yeah, very friendly,” Sloan muttered.
As Janine compressed her lips, he sucked in a breath. Damn it, what the hell was he doing? He had to convince her he was all right with this kind of shenanigans. He wasn’t getting off to a very good start.
“And friendly is great,” Sloan added halfheartedly.
Janine nodded, then turned her gaze back to Jonas. She smiled warmly, which tore at Sloan’s heart. He wanted her to smile at him that way. And only him.
One of her hands abandoned her breast and glided down her trim midriff. His breath caught as her fingers dipped under her panties, and he couldn’t help imagining the feel of her silky curls. The black lace of her tiny panties moved as her fingers glided back and forth between her legs. Sloan stared in fascination, imagining what it would feel like to slide his own fingers down there. His cock throbbed with need. He dragged his gaze away and glanced toward the other two men. Clearly, they were both imagining the same thing.