The two men looked at each other. “You want us to give you a bath?” Ben asked.
“For starters. Then we’ll see what comes up.”
“But we’ll enjoy that too,” Ian said. “At this rate, we’ll never get out of your debt.”
“Now you’re getting the picture.” She gave them both a quick stroke of the cock through their jeans and headed for the door, with both blokes close behind, and anxious to service their debt.
One Last Fling
Kristina Wright
“We’re Vegas bound,” Douglas said, helping me into the back of our sleek, black limousine.
The neon lights outside Club Europa reflected off my silver-sequined minidress, causing it to sparkle like a disco ball. I made a half-hearted effort to preserve my modesty as I climbed into the limo, tugging my dress with one hand while I held a glass of champagne in the other. I wasn’t particularly successful at either, as I felt a cool breeze on my ass and the trickle of champagne on my wrist. I fell into the back of the limo in a fit of giggles and waited for my entourage to join me.
“Oh, but I’m not finished dancing!”
Alex got in beside me, his long limbs tangling with mine as we made room for two more. “It’s three hours to Vegas and the girls are waiting for you. You’ll dance the night away tomorrow night.”
“Fuck the night away, is more like it,” Douglas said, as he and Neil climbed in and sat across from us.
Neil tapped the partition between the driver and us. “We’re ready,” he called. “Let’s get the bride to Vegas.”
The limo pulled away from the kerb in front of my favourite dance club and I waved goodbye as if I would never see it again. I was giddy and tipsy and very cosy in the back of the limo with my three favourite men – besides my fiancé Simon, of course. What can I say? I’ve always been a tomboy and that has translated into deep, meaningful – and sometimes even platonic – friendships with men. Not that I don’t have female friends, I do. They were waiting for me at the Bellagio in Vegas and in the morning we’d be getting massages and pedicures and talking about boys before I walked down the aisle. But I had wanted my last night as a single woman to be spent with my three closest male friends.
It had been Simon’s idea for my bachelorette party to end up in Vegas, where we were to be married the following evening. Now, I was floating happily along thanks to the beautiful, bubbly champagne that kept flowing into my glass from endless bottles provided by my attentive staff of three. I was dressed in sparkly sequins and smoky mascara, looking very much the part of a party girl out for a night of dancing and debauchery. I smiled like the proverbial cat that has eaten the cream and curled up contentedly on the leather seat next to Alex.
“Well, lady, did we show you a good last night?” Alex asked, refilling my glass yet again.
I giggled as I sipped the expensive champagne. “Absolutely. We made quite a scene on the dance floor.”
It was true. We’d popped into three clubs over the course of the evening and caused a bit of a stir every time as I led the men out to the centre of the dance floor. Gyrating with three men is likely to garner a lot of attention. Not that I minded. I loved having all eyes on me and my boys. Alex, at six-four and with almost white-blond hair, often caused enough of a stir on his own. But throw in former football-playing Douglas with his rugged good looks and Neil, with the lean, muscular body of a runner, and I was certain every woman in every club was jealous of me. The best part was the safe feeling I had surrounded by men who knew me at least as well as Simon did. I snuggled against Alex’s shoulder and sighed. Douglas and Neil sat across from us, drinking beer from the well-stocked limo fridge.
“I could get used to this, if I wasn’t getting married tomorrow.”
Douglas winked at me. “Why would you trade in wild nights of dancing with your own personal harem for boring married life?”
“Aren’t harem boys usually eunuchs?”
“Definitely no eunuchs here,” Alex said, gruffly.
We laughed at that. Alex’s sexual conquests were almost as legendary as, well, my own. I’d tested those waters a time or two and decided he had earned his reputation as a cocksman. Of course, Douglas wasn’t a slouch in the bedroom, either. The only mystery for me was Neil. Bedroom-eyed, soft-spoken Neil was a big question mark to me. I glanced at him now – wondering things probably better left unknown.
The limo turned a corner a little too sharply, which pressed me a little closer to Alex. “Hey, Mr Limo Driver,” I called through the darkened partition. “Please be careful! I’m getting married tomorrow.”
The partition lowered enough for me to see blue eyes staring at me in the rear-view mirror. “Yes, ma’am. My apologies.”
I giggled. “Is OK.”
“It’s official,” Neil said. “She’s drunk.”
I harrumphed in a very unladylike fashion.
“I am not drunk. I’m just a little bit tipsy.”
Alex’s hand, which had been on my knee since the corner turn, seemed to have accidentally slid up my thigh. “Well, I’m drunk.”
As if to prove his intoxication, he stroked my thigh seductively. His fingers felt warm on my bare skin. I couldn’t tell if he was messing with me or being serious. The possibility that he might be serious was exciting – and also proof that I was most definitely a little drunk. I made a low murmur of pleasure and the three men laughed. I didn’t like that at all. I was the bride, damn it! I wanted to be pampered and coddled and . . . other things.
“Uh-oh. Watch out, Alex,” Douglas said. “You know how she gets when she’s drunk.”
I tilted my head and finished the last of the champagne in my glass before holding it out for another refill from Alex’s bottomless bottle. “Do tell, Douglas. How do I get?”
“Oh, love, you know how you get,” Alex answered good-naturedly as he refilled my glass. “Don’t you?”
Alex, more so than the other two, always knew how to calm me down from one of my bitchy moods. I looked into his twinkling green eyes and smiled. I covered his hand with mine, wondering if I dared move his hand just a couple of inches higher. The thought made me squirm and sigh.
“Oh yeah. I remember now.” I licked my lips, noting the way his gaze followed the tip of my tongue from one corner of my mouth to the other. “I get very
needy
when I’m drunk.”
“Very needy,” Alex said. “That’s certainly one way of phrasing it, babe.”
“She’s
needed
me on more than one occasion.” Douglas smirked, giving Neil’s shoulder a nudge as if the whole thing was a big joke. “Haven’t you, doll?”
I pouted. “I don’t remember.”
“I remember.” Alex topped off my champagne glass. “Douglas’ birthday, three years ago. You did naughty things with his birthday cake and then you disappeared into his bedroom for a good half-hour—”
“It was an hour,” Douglas interrupted.
“Fine, a good hour. And when you came out you had birthday cake in your hair—”
Douglas laughed. “Among other places.”
“I did not!” Of course I had, but I felt like I needed to defend my feminine honour in the face of their laughter at my exploits.
“Then there was that night we got thrown out of that club – what was the name of it? – because you pulled me into the bathroom. The
women’s
bathroom,” Alex went on.
I glared at him. “My zipper broke on my dress.”
“Before or after he went into the bathroom with you?” Douglas asked.
Neil had remained quiet through their ribbing, but now he finished his beer and shook his head. “You’ve never
needed
me.”
I opened my mouth to say something, but he was right. All of my drunk fooling around over the years had been with Alex and Douglas, mostly because I knew they didn’t take it more seriously than what it was. Neil was different, though. I always suspected he had a bit of a thing for me and while I adored him and thought he was sexy as hell, his attraction was purely physical. I might play with the boys, but Simon had my heart and I felt like that was the one part of me Neil might demand if I let things go too far. But, like earlier, I was starting to wonder what I had missed.
“My loss.” I gave Neil a sad smile. “You know I love you anyway, right?”
“I don’t think we’re talking about love here,” Neil said, looking away as the limo moved through the quiet city streets.
The mood had shifted in the limo and I looked at Alex with dismay. Sensing my discomfort, he offered, “Well, the night’s still young – and she’s definitely drunk.”
The men laughed, even Neil, and I relaxed a little. It was hard to think about Neil’s hurt feelings with Alex’s hand making slow, sensual circles on my thigh. I wriggled against him, which moved Alex’s hand just a bit higher on my leg and under the edge of my dress. He was so very close to touching my pussy I considered how much more I could slide down before I would be on the floor. It was a fleeting thought – and an unnecessary one. Alex spread his fingers on my thigh. His long fingers. Then he wiggled them lightly against the edge of my panties. I bit my lip to keep from moaning.
“Guess she’s feeling needy,” Neil said. “Is the bride-to-be wet already?”
I made a face at him. “That’s rude.”
“Yes, it is,” Alex agreed. “And I don’t know if she’s wet.”
They laughed at me again. I couldn’t help but laugh with them as I enjoyed the feeling of Alex’s finger rubbing lazily against me. “You are all bad,” I said. “And I love it.”Alex leaned down to whisper in my ear, “If you spread your legs just a bit, love, I promise you will love it even more.”
How can a girl say no to that? I did as he suggested, spreading my thighs far enough apart that my dress rode up to my hips and gave Douglas and Neil a glimpse of my lacy white panties. I watched them watching me, getting more and more turned on by the way the night was going. Alex cupped my panty-clad pussy and gave it a gentle squeeze. I gasped, Douglas groaned and Alex made an appreciative sound low in his throat. Neil just stared, his heavy-lidded eyes watching me. I looked past him and saw another pair of eyes staring at me from the rear-view window. I smiled and winked, thoroughly enjoying the attention.
“Oh yes, the little minx is quite wet,” Alex confirmed. “Despite your little white virginal panties, I think you’re the bad one, Victoria.”
I nodded in agreement. “Oh yes, I’m quite bad.”
“Should I stop then?”
By way of an answer, I covered his hand again and pressed it to my pussy. “You’d better not.”
“We’re almost to the highway,” the driver announced. “Shall I make one last rest stop before the drive to Las Vegas?”
Just then, Alex slipped a finger under the edge of my panties and pushed just the tip into my pussy. “Yes,” I gasped. Then, quickly added, “No, no! That won’t be necessary.”
“Excuse me, ma’am?”
I met the driver’s eyes in the rear-view mirror again, wondering just how much of our back-seat antics he could see.
“I’m sorry, we were talking about something else,” I said breathlessly as Alex pushed his finger inside me just a little bit farther.
Douglas and Neil exchanged amused looks.
“This is the best conversation I’ve ever had,” Neil said, seeming to have recovered his sense of humour. I liked him better this way – my familiar old friend instead of the one who might have gotten away.
I stuck my tongue out at them. “Just drive, please.”
“Certainly, ma’am,” the driver said. “We should be in Las Vegas in a little under three hours. Let me know if you need anything.”
“I wouldn’t mind doing a little less talking,” Douglas said. “I think actions speak louder than words.”
I heard something in his voice that promised pleasure. For me. The combination of champagne and familiarity had left me utterly without inhibitions.
“What would you like to do, Douglas?” I asked, raising my hips to Alex’s questing hand. Alex obliged me by sliding his hand down the front of my panties and giving my bare pussy a squeeze.
Douglas slipped to his knees on the floor of the limo. “I’d like to have my mouth too full to talk.”
“Seems like she’s already occupied,” Neil commented. Whatever his feelings for me, he was clearly enjoying the show.
As if by silent agreement, Alex withdrew his hand from my panties and pulled the lacy fabric to the side. My bare, bikini-waxed – and increasingly wet – pussy was exposed to Douglas’ view. He moved forwards between my legs, pushing my knees apart with his hands. I squirmed on the seat, my pulse quickening in anticipation of what was to come. But Douglas made me wait. He stared at my exposed pussy, nostrils flaring as if he was taking in my scent. He was so close that I could feel the warmth of his breath on my aroused flesh. The silence in the limo was almost tangible – even the road sounds seemed to have faded beneath the pounding of my heart.
“Lick her,” Alex said, giving voice to my silent plea. “She’s dying for it.”
Douglas looked into my eyes, one eyebrow cocked, as if seeking my permission.
I nodded. “Please.”
His tongue felt like velvet on my engorged sex. With the broad flat of his tongue, he lapped at me. I moaned, raising my hips to his mouth, wanting more. He licked me slowly, as if we were alone and had all the time in the world, his tongue dipping between the valley of my pussy lips and up over my swollen clit. Again and again, he licked me with those slow, methodical strokes designed to torment me even while they gave me pleasure. I moved my hips against his mouth, seeking more.
Alex slipped the strap of my dress over my shoulder, exposing my breast. Then he dipped his head to suck my nipple into his mouth. I moaned, tugging the other strap down and cupping my breasts, offering them to Alex’s lips. Douglas shifted lower, hooking my legs over his shoulders as he devoured me with his mouth.
I looked at Neil. He watched the three of us, his expression one of barely controlled lust as his hand moved slowly over his crotch. It excited me to know he was watching – an observer rather than a participant. I wanted more, though. I wanted to see him stroke himself. I opened my mouth to say just that, but Alex chose that moment to flick my clit with his finger as Douglas dipped his tongue between the lips of my pussy. I moaned, the combination of sensations driving me out of my mind and to the brink of orgasm. I tucked my head against Alex’s shoulder, my eyes fluttering closed as I pushed my aroused body at the two men who pleasured me.