...I was the luckiest bastard on the planet and I had no fucking clue what to do after I paid my tab and we left Barney’s for my place. My first time and all of my first dates combined would have been easier to navigate. But what a way to ring in the new year.
I needn’t have worried. The moment I shut my front door, I found myself pinned there by Chaz, his eager mouth winning over any protest I could have made. And before I could even think déjà vu, Chaz was gone and I had my arms full of Ronnie’s glorious curves while she kissed me anything but chastely. Yes, I liked the deep end very much, thank you.
She tasted of Yeungling and hot wings and everything I’d dreamed of. Grabbing hold of the ass I’d admired for so many damned years, I lifted Ronnie, spun, and propped her against the door so I could make this moment mine. I shrugged out of my jacket, helped Ronnie remove hers, then delved in to reclaim the wicked mouth that had teased me for so long. The needy little groans she made as she tried to retake control…fuck.
It was good. Better than good. Yet something—
Chaz pressed against my back, solid and undeniable, right arm braced beside Ronnie on the door, left hand spanning across my chest. Teeth tugged playfully on my right earlobe before Chaz spoke hoarsely, “Keep him off balance, Ronnie said. That’s the only way to get anywhere with Cyrus.”
I pulled back just enough to be able to look at Ronnie, lips kiss-swollen and gray eyes gone stormy with arousal. “You know me too damned well.”
“Aren’t you glad?” She pecked the tip of my nose and said, “How about we move this out of the entryway?”
Reluctantly, I set Ronnie on her feet.
Stepping around me, she hauled Chaz’s face down to her with a throaty, “Thank you” and proceeded to show him just how grateful she was. Under any other circumstances, I would have been jealous as hell. As it was, I still felt a twinge, but again couldn’t decide who I was more jealous of.
Ronnie and Chaz each grabbed one of my hands and led me to the bedroom, effectively putting an end to any further introspection.
Following several minutes of frantic fumbling and haphazardly discarded clothes, I tumbled onto the bed with a deliciously naked Ronnie wrapped around me and Chaz not far behind.
“Now don’t you wish you’d advertised for that part-time hosting position sooner?” Ronnie said, gasping the last words as I laved across the tantalizing peak of one of her perfect breasts.
Distracted by Chaz intimately mapping my lower back with his mouth, her words didn’t fully register at first. When they did, I retaliated with a tweak of the nipple of the breast I’d been acquainting myself with. “Yes, I do. But need I remind you, honey, you weren’t exactly thrilled about it when you found out?”
“I came around.” She then tweaked one of my nipples, considerably harder than I had hers. “Don’t call me ‘honey.’”
“Woman,” I whimpered.
“A girl has to have standards”
“She lets me do it,” Chaz informed me.
My retort came out as a low moan as his tongue darted between my cheeks and probed at my anus. “Bastard,” I finally managed, but was soon rendered mostly useless again when Ronnie curled her fingers around my dick and began jerking me along with Chaz’s thrusts.
“Definitely sooner,” I murmured, lost in the sensations and so damned close.
Then I was completely bereft of both of my lovers, until Ronnie shoved me onto my back and moved astride me, deftly rolling a condom onto my straining cock. Off balance—no shit, I was spinning. Soon she was guiding me inside the slick confines of her pussy and I could have very well died an ecstatic man at that moment...