Yvette Hines - The Club

Hearing Anton’s whispered question clearly, Trae waited for Olivia’s response.

She let out a husky confirmation. “Yes.”

“Then let’s go to more comfortable surroundings,” Anton said.

Trae steered Olivia in the direction of the back stairs with a firm hand on the small of her back. They passed the mob of dancers and for a moment she glanced to the side and caught Kelsey’s gaze as she executed a bump-and-grind move between a guy and a girl. She noticed her friend making a quick check of Trae and Anton, then she winked at her. She was letting Olivia know that, having seen both men with her, she could ID them to the cops if anything went wrong.

As she walked up the stairs in front of Trae and Anton, she couldn’t have said which of them was directly behind her, but she could feel their gazes. It was an intense feeling, hot. A sensation so strong it felt as if hands were actually caressing her spine and ass. The impression caused her nipples to tighten and her sex to pulse and throb.

A sound, similar to an animal’s growl, echoed behind her. She glanced over her shoulder when she reached the landing. The hallway was dim, but well-lit enough for her to see their features. Trae was directly behind her, with Anton following.

“The room two doors down on the left,” Trae directed.

Turning, she obeyed his instructions. As she entered the upstairs room with the two men in tow, Olivia’s heart beat fast with excitement. I’m really going to do this.

She thought she might faint at any moment. She had no doubt these two sexy men could make her feel as if she’d died and gone to heaven, but she wanted to lose her wits while she was experiencing their passion, not before it had even started.

Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she stared at the men in the tastefully simple black and gold room. Both were over six foot in height and had a penchant for leather, except Trae wore only pants and boots. Anton’s Euro-Asian looks were complemented by Trae’s rugged appeal. His skin was only two shades lighter than Anton’s, and his hazel eyes, short, brown hair and the five o’ clock shadow gracing his chin made him seem wild next to Anton’s groomed restraint.

The combination of the two and the thought of what this night would entail turned her on.

“I’ve never done this before,” she admitted.

“Don’t worry, gorgeous rabbit, we’ll handle it all,” Trae reassured her as he stepped forward.

“Just enjoy,” Anton said. “We will.”

Trae cupped her face. Leaning in, he began to kiss her. Not one of those teasing kisses that played on the outside of her lips. No, he claimed her mouth, driving his tongue inside as if he couldn’t bear another moment without tasting her. She loved it.

Anton caressed her body as he divested her of her clothing, leaving her in only her red shoes.

As soon as she had stepped out of her skirt and panties, Trae ended the kiss and dropped to his knees before her.

“You have been driving me crazy all night.”

She didn’t fully comprehend Trae’s words, nor did she try. All thought left her as he gave her pussy the same passionate kiss as he had her mouth. Over and over again, his tongue dived between her folds, tasting her. Anton wasn’t idle, either. He pressed his hard form along her back as he wrapped his arms around her and played with her breasts, massaging and squeezing her nipples.

The orgasm that had been building since she’d approached the club finally erupted from her. Trae forced her legs wider as he continued to consume the cream flooding her sex.

“The bed.” Anton’s voice came out in a rush, belying his original, nonchalant façade.

Scooping her into his arms Anton carried her, still adorned in her red shoes, to the bed and lay her in the middle of it. At some point he’d discarded his long vest. Leaning over her, he kissed her, showing her his urbane erotic talent. He kept a leisurely pace, slower and more seductive than Trae’s, but no less mind-blowing.

Leaving her mouth, he licked a trail to her breast and scraped her nipple with his teeth. The sharp scratch caused sensual delight to erupt through her body, making her clit throb in response.

“Oh,” she moaned.

Drawing her nipple into his mouth, he suckled her until she was squirming beneath him, searching for satisfaction.

“I do believe she just may be ready for us.” Trae spoke above her head.

Opening her eyes, she stared at the delicious nude body of her tall, rugged white dream as he quickly removed his pants and boots. His well-sculpted body was built for pleasure. She reached up and took hold of his long, thick cock. She angled her head and took him into her mouth. His taste was a heady, earthy blend, giving rise to thoughts of unleashed danger. Not that she believed he would hurt her, but she could sense there was an animalistic strength inside him. She wanted to feel his wildness consume her.

She was aware of Anton slipping down her body. How could his touch feel so cool, yet at the same time seemed to absorb the warmth from her body and return it to her? When he began to sample her sex with his mouth, all thoughts evaporated. He swirled his agile tongue around her clit, persuading her blood to pump more strongly, causing the kernel of desire to harden further. Thrusting her hips against Anton’s delightfully sinful attentions, she took Trae deeper into her mouth, moaning around him.

Trae let out a sound—an unmistakable growl.

Anton’s mouth completely covered her pussy as something sharp pierced the sides of her clit and he drew firmly on her sex. Before she could question what he’d done, she was coming in long, hard waves. One orgasm turned into two and blended into three.

Trae pulled out of her mouth.

“ Now , she’s ready for us,” Anton announced.

Through a haze of enchantment, she noticed Anton licking his lips. Her mind must have been playing tricks on her, because it looked as though he had blood on his mouth. When she refocussed her eyes, it was gone, and his handsome face hovered over her with a wicked smile and a brilliant, onyx gaze.

A drawer closed somewhere behind her.

Shucking off his pants and boots, Anton stood before her in all his toned glory. His cock was just as long and magnificent as Trae’s.

He came to the bed and covered her with his body. “Are you ready for the ride of your life, Olivia?”

“Oh, yes.” She wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

Anton’s thick cock pressed against her pussy. She arched her hips as he worked his length inside her, stretching her to accommodate him.

“Sweet, wet and tight.” He kissed her lips.

“Position her for me, Anton,” said Trae.

“My pleasure.” Anton scooped his arms under her legs and spread them wide. He rose, pulling her with him, their bodies still locked together. With grace and skill, he knee-walked them to the middle of the bed.

“Perfect.” Trae’s body dipped the bed down behind her.

Trae kissed her shoulder and stroked the crease of her ass with his slick hand. The sensation caused her to grind her hips against Anton.

“Oh, darling, you feel so good,” Anton whispered in her ear.

“I can’t wait to find out,” Trae murmured. He slipped one silky finger, slick with jelly, inside her and stroked the sensitive walls of her ass. She leaned against Anton, loving the hedonistic titillation.

Removing his hand, Trae spoke softly in her other ear, “Relax, baby, we’re going to make this good for you.” His dick pressed against her furrowed entry.

As Trae slowly pushed deeper into her ass, a burning sensation crawled up her spine. When she wasn’t sure if she could take any more, Anton pulled partially out of her pussy. Then Trae ground his length all the way in.