Chapter 3

As I stepped back into the room, I picked up my glass that had been refilled and sipped at the wine this time. Richie had moved to join Jon on the sofa, leaving a space between them. Richie patted the empty spot, “Stacey darlin’ why don’t you join us.” My name rolled off his tongue in that low whiskey tone of his and I had all I could do to keep from jumping on his lap. I picked up my glass instead, sipping at it as I looked at the two men on the sofa. “I have a question first.”

Jon rose to fill his glass and stopped behind me, pressing against me, as he whispered in my ear, “why you, right?” I turned my head, astounded that he knew what I was going to ask. He caught my bottom lip between his teeth and tugged gently before releasing it. “How did you know?” I turned to look at Richie and found him right in front of me and I had to raise my head to see his face.

Richie smiled down at me as he caressed my jaw with his thumb, “should we have looked to the one that tried to grab my guitar pick?” I felt my eyes widen in surprise, “you saw that?” His lips caressed mine, “oh yeah. It was supposed to land here," I felt his fingertips slide down the vee of my shirt, “and my aim is never off.” Oh God. I couldn’t think, couldn’t talk. I felt Jon’s hands cruise over my back and down across my ass before coming to rest on my hips. Richie’s mouth was on mine again as I felt the buttons of my shirt open. Richie stepped back and Jon pulled the shirt from me, my 34 Ds covered in black and red satin and lace were straining at their confines.

I stood there watching them, noting the questioning look that passed between them. I took one of each of their hands and laid them on my breasts, “you tell me.” I closed my eyes against the sensation of their hands on me. When one kneaded, the other pinched and vice versa. I laid a hand on each forearm and my grip tightened as the need to sink to the floor grew. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore the hands disappeared and I was swept up into Richie’s arms. “I think we’ll be more comfortable in the other room.”

Richie set me on my feet by the bed and I let my hands trail down his chest to the buttons on his shirt. I neatly divested him of his shirt and pressed a kiss to the center of his chest before turning to Jon and helping him off with his shirt. I ran my hands across the glorious fur that I found there and pressed a kiss to his chest and worked my way up to his mouth. His lips were soft and demanding, the kiss was brutal. I felt a hand at the button of my jeans and had to let Jon’s mouth go. With a whimper I stepped back and let my jeans be peeled away.

Resplendent in black and red satin and lace I crawled up on the bed and knelt in front of them. They looked their fill as I trailed hand up and down their chests, kissing and nibbling at each of them, trying to pay no more attention to one than the other. Feeling bolder, I stroked them both through the denim of their jeans, stopping only when Richie laid a hand on mine, “let’s not get in a hurry darlin’.” He brought my hand to his mouth, “we have all night.” That thought had my nipples hardening even more, my panties even wetter. Jon found the front clasp of my bra and with a flick of his fingers it was open and off. I dropped my head back and moaned as his hot wet mouth fastened itself to a nipple and sucked hard.

I heard the faint rustle of clothing hitting the floor and I was dragged away from the hot mouth and laid across the bed, a gloriously naked Richie next to me, his hands roaming up and down, pausing just above my mound. A long, calloused finger traced one of my tattoos. My eyes flew open when I felt a tongue trace the other one. I heard a rich smoky voice, “they were for tasting, right baby?” I was never as glad for the ice cream cone and lollipop tattoos as I was at that moment.

I felt Jon’s mouth slip lower, across the lace of my g-string, tugging with his teeth. I heard him suck in a breath at my bareness and I felt him slide my panties off. I wasn’t totally bare; I had left a small triangle of hair this time. Jon moved back up my body, his mouth leaving a trail of hot wet kisses up my thighs. His breath was warm at my center, Richie’s mouth was hot on my breasts and as Jon’s tongue slid inside me I couldn’t contain the “Holy God” that was ripped from me as I came.