The evening had only just begun.
It continued with room service, spoon-feeding, cream smeared on breasts and licked from fleshy crevices, bubble baths full of slippery limbs, more champagne, Milan and Evgeny showing Lydia how the boys do it, Milan and Lydia showing Evgeny how to do it standing up, more kissing, more tongues, more fingers, more orgasms.
When midnight struck, Lydia and Evgeny were in the sixty-nine position while Milan slid a lubricated finger up Lydia’s back passage, testing her for resistance.
“This is what comes next,” Milan told her darkly, rotating his fingertip inside the tight little space, finding the limits. “I want to have your arse while Evgeny takes your cunt. I want to have you filled so full you can’t think. I’m going to do the dirtiest things you can imagine to you, and I’m going to make you want them.”
Lydia came, for the fifth time that night, almost weeping with exhaustion, over Evgeny’s tongue. Milan’s finger in her bottom made her feel so bad, so used, so filthy and so hot. She had a vague feeling she ought to be ashamed of herself, and that turned her on even more.
Evgeny conceded defeat. “I don’t have any more in me,” he said, letting Lydia off the hook—or the cock. “I give up.”
Milan released Lydia from his anal explorations, and she sank back into his arms, yawning.
Evgeny stood up, dishevelled and slightly flustered.
“You want to shower?” Milan asked lazily.
“Yes. But I’ll do it in my room.”
“What? You aren’t staying the night? Hey, the bed is big enough.”
“It’s okay. I want a bit of space now.”
Lydia felt the muscles of Milan’s forearm stiffen around her stomach.
“What’s this bullshit? Space? You’ve never wanted to leave early before.”
“I need my sleep, Milan. It’s too uncomfortable with three in the bed. It’s okay. I’m fine. I’ll see you at breakfast.”
“Hey!”
But Evgeny leaned over and silenced him with a lingering kiss before throwing a towel around his middle, picking up his clothes and leaving.
Lydia twisted round to look up at the perplexed face of her lover.
“Do you think he’s really okay with this? With me?”
Milan kissed the tip of her nose.
“I thought so. He hasn’t said otherwise. He likes you, he says so.”
“I don’t think he does. Not really. I think he’s jealous of me.”
“Lydia, Lydia.” Milan moved so that they both lay flat on the bed, wrapped around each other. “Who could be jealous of a sweet thing like you? Especially one that gives such great blowjobs?”
She kneed him gently in the thigh and pouted.
“Life’s not all about sensual gratification, you know. There are things called emotions too.”
“Is that right? Nobody told me.”
“God, you’re such a jerk sometimes. I really wish I didn’t want you so much.”
“Unlucky for you. Lucky for me.”
“But seriously, Milan…if you had to choose between us…”
“It won’t come to that. Shh, now. We should sleep.”