“I think you’re beautiful,” Ryan agreed. “I’d love the chance to pleasure you. Just this once.”
Just this once? What did that mean? Incoherent thoughts and images swirled inside her head. Moisture pooled in her pussy. But her costume, her makeup…
Hell, she was in her dressing room. She could fix everything quickly if need be. And she already knew Chandler would be brilliant whether he warmed up or not. He’d proved that the last time.
When would she have the chance for a threesome again? The fifth of never, no doubt. She’d most likely never see either of them again after tonight.
A pang of regret flooded her heart. She didn’t want this to be the end. She wanted to see Chandler again and again.
But why let sadness reign? That was her last thought. She resigned herself to only feeling. Letting the music—for it was music—take her to a new height of awareness. The melody of Chandler’s lips on her neck, the sweet caress, the soft cadence. And the harmony of Ryan’s tongue on her earlobe, the underlying beat. As if he knew his place—an important part of the equation, but this was Chandler’s song.
Chandler moved his hands down her arms, and they clasped hands for a moment before he reached under her lacy spandex tank and traveled slowly up her tummy to cup her breasts. He coaxed, caressed, tugged at her hard nipples. Jane moaned and moved her hips in circles, grinding into Chandler’s hardness behind her.
From the front, Ryan pressed his arousal against her belly. She grabbed his shoulders and molded his hard body to hers. Two men pressed against her. Two men pleasuring her. Ryan lifted her tank over her head and bent his head to kiss one of the breasts that Chandler held out in offering.
Jane sighed, leaned her head back onto Chandler’s shoulder as he kissed her neck and fondled her full breasts. “You’ve done this before,” she said.
“We have.” Chandler nibbled the outer edge of her ear. “Does that bother you?”
A little. But only about Chandler, which was odd. Why should she care how many women he’d been with? How many women he and Ryan had pleasured together?
Because she was falling for him, that was why. It hit her like a thunderstorm. What she’d felt brewing in her heart.
She didn’t answer Chandler. Just sighed again and let the music take her. Chandler let go of Jane’s breasts and let them fall gently against her chest. Ryan took over, cupping and squeezing them as he licked and tugged a nipple. His lips were softer than Chandler’s and his touch more gentle. He squeezed her other tight bud, again his stroke lighter but no less stimulating.
Jane’s pulse raced. Her pussy contracted, and her clit throbbed. Emotion, thick and heady, surged through her. Raw need to be taken by these two men consumed her. Chandler’s tongue traced patterns on her lower back. Her dragon. He was licking her dragon.
“Very sexy, Lady Jane,” he said. “So very sexy.” He eased her miniskirt over her hips until it puddled at her feet. “Mmm. Sexy thong.” He removed it. “Sexier without it.”
“Oh God.” Her voice was a soft sigh.
He was tonguing her asshole again. Pleasure coiled within her. Ryan’s fingers left her nipple, trailed to her clit, and massaged it gently with her juices.
Intensity. Liquid heat. She could easily lose herself forever right here in her dressing room. End up as moisture on the floor. At the exact moment Chandler breached her tight hole, Ryan entered her slick pussy with a finger.
She erupted like a volcano. The climax took her outside of herself, high above the clouds. She heard herself speak, but could make no sense of the language. Fire and ice raced through her as her muscles relaxed, her pleasure ascended.
“That’s it, let it take you,” Chandler said. “Come for me, baby.”
Yes, for him. Though Ryan was there, was pleasuring her, this climax that coursed through her was for Chandler. Somehow she sensed that all three of them understood.
As she came down from her high, Ryan’s steely cock pressed against her belly. When had he taken off his pants?
“You ready, baby?” Chandler asked as he eased his finger from her tight hole. “Ready for me to fuck you?”
She whimpered, nodding.
“On your knees, beautiful. I’m going to take you from behind while you blow Ryan. Sound good?”
Better than good. Amazing. Again she whimpered as she fell to her knees. The cheap carpet in her dressing room scratched her skin, but she didn’t care. All she cared about was having Chandler. Having both of them. Having Chandler.
Ryan’s cock head nudged her lips. He was big, nearly as big as Chandler, and his cock was a lovely golden color.
“Go ahead. Suck him. It’ll turn me on.”
Jane winced a little. She had been waiting for Chandler’s permission. How had he known? She hadn’t even known until he said it. Slowly she tongued the tip of Ryan’s cock. Mmm. Salty and delicious. She loved giving head. Loved being able to bring a man to his knees with bliss. Couldn’t wait to suck Chandler’s cock again.
Right now, though, Ryan deserved her full attention. He was sweet, handsome, a wonderful man in his own right, and she wanted to suck his cock, wanted to give him pleasure. Ryan grabbed her ears as she nibbled and licked, first the underside and then his balls as she inhaled their musky scent. She slid her tongue up the length of his shaft and swirled it around his swollen cock head, letting the tip of it nudge inside his tiny slit. His rumbling moans fueled her passion and she sucked harder.