Secret Weapon

“But I thought we’d agreed that the winner would choose one player to do the Dare,” she said.

“Well, technically, we said the winner could choose

which player performed the action, but we didn’t say they were limited to only one.”

“I’m okay with it being more than one,” Jonas said.

“As am I.” Derek stood up.

“I bow to the majority.” She stood up and placed her hand on her chest under her naked breasts, then performed a small bow.

“Good. Now, Derek stand in front of Janine.”

Derek walked forward and faced her.

“Jonas, stand behind her,” Sloan instructed.

Jonas walked behind her.

“Move in closer.” He watched as the men shifted closer to her. “I want you to close in tight. Show her what it feels like to be sandwiched tight between your bodies.”

Six

Janine could hardly catch her breath as the men moved in closer. She’d come so close when she’d stroked herself she had almost lost it. Now Derek’s big, solid chest pressed against her breasts, and his erection pushed against her stomach. Jonas moved closer. His body pressed tight to her back, his big cock pushing against her ass. Oh, man, the room felt like a sauna.

“Guys, show her a little taste of what you’d like to do to her.”

Jonas’ hands slid around her body and cupped her breasts. Derek stroked over her hips, then down into her panties. Keeping one hand firmly on her breast and toying with her nipple, Jonas glided his other hand down and dipped into her panties, too. His fingers glided over her wet slit right alongside Derek’s.

“Oh, God, she’s so wet.” Jonas glided a finger inside her and she melted between him.

“Guys—” She sucked in a breath at the intoxicating pleasure rushing through her. “If you both keep—” She gasped. “Oh, God…”

She moaned as pleasure swamped her senses, catapulting her over the edge. Derek flicked her clit as his lips found her neck and nuzzled. Jonas pumped his fingers inside her and she clenched around them, which intensified her pleasure. She gasped and cried out.

The men continued to stroke her as she rode the ecstasy to its culmination. She collapsed back against Jonas. He wrapped his arm around her waist, his other hand still cupping her breast, and held her tight to his body, his cock still hard and twitching against her ass. Derek smiled down at her, then kissed her lightly on the lips as his hand slid from her panties.

Finally, the men eased away from her. She walked to her chair and sat down, glad to give her wobbly knees a rest. She glanced at Sloan but couldn’t tell anything of his mood from his poker face. She’d hate to play poker with him if she actually cared about losing.

She threw her ante in along with the others and Derek dealt out the cards. She glanced at hers. A pair of queens and three low cards. Knowing she’d kept the men waiting long enough, she tossed aside the queens, and asked for two more cards. Her new hand was a total loser.

She smiled. “I raise.” She tossed in her green chip.

All the men smiled, then a quick repetition of the word stay resounded around the table, along with the clinking of chips adding to the pot. Everyone revealed their cards, all the men grinning happily. Derek won this time. Not that it mattered. Their gazes all turned to her.

Excitement quivered through her as she stood up. First, she ran her hands over her breasts, then she flicked her nipples. Need fluttered through her. She tucked her thumbs under the waistband of her thong, then glided one side down her hip slowly, totally aware of every heated male gaze watching her. Then the other side. She pushed a little farther, until her curls barely peeked over the top.

She paused, smiling at their intense expressions. Swaying her hips from side to side, she turned her back to them. She pushed her panties down her thighs, leaning forward as she glided them down her legs, giving the men an eyeful of her naked behind. She pushed the tiny panties to the floor and stepped out of them, leaving her legs parted slightly, then slid her hands up her inner thighs as she slowly stood up again.

When she turned around, every male gaze locked on her groin.

“Damn, but that’s a thing of beauty!” Jonas’ hand was wrapped firmly around his cock, squeezing as if it would burst.

She smiled broadly, pleased she’d decided to trim the curls on her mound into the shape of a star and shave the rest of her sex bare.

She sat down, purposely not crossing her legs. All the men continued to stare at her through the glass tabletop, sending heat flooding through her.

Her gaze landed on Sloan’s enormous cock and she imagined it pushing inside her, the big, bulbous tip caressing her insides. Her vagina clenched in need. Damn, she’d had no idea what he’d been hiding in those jeans of his.