Party of Three (Sunday Night Dinner Club #1 Page 7

  Spencer’s gaze was dead serious. “Is that what you’ve done? Fallen for both of us?”

  She closed her eyes again, hit with a rush of emotion for both men. “Is-isn’t it obvious?”

  “You want us both?” Levi asked.

  She looked his way, licking her suddenly dry lips. “You know I do.” And she had no idea how to deal with it. Not with both of them sitting beside her, sandwiching her in. making her quiver from their proximity.

  “That’s good.” Levi smiled again, only this time his expression was so wicked, her heart skipped a beat.

  Spencer ran his hand over the arm of the couch. “You ever been fucked on a couch before, Chelsea?”

  She eyed his hand nervously. “N-not this couch.”

  Spencer raised three fingers and his thumb, leaving his index finger stroking the leather in small circles. The action was so blatantly sexual Chelsea felt an answering pull in her clit.

  He lowered his voice. “You ever been fucked by two men on a couch before.”

  The bottom dropped out of her belly. “N-no.”

  “How about on a bed?”

  Two men and herself on a bed? “Never.”

  “Floor?” Levi asked.

  Levi and Spencer and herself on the floor? She shook her head, both in answer to the question and to clear the fog, fearing she may well lose consciousness from the scandalous thought alone.

  And then Levi’s mouth was back on her neck, nuzzling her. “Would you like to be fucked by two men, Chels?”

  In her wildest dreams—and yes, she’d had many, many wild dreams about Spencer and Levi—she’d never imagined the two of them doing her at the same time. But the idea of it… “At the same time?” she checked.

  Spencer nodded.

  Goose bumps covered every inch of her skin. Spencer and Levi taking her at the same time?

  She had to unglue her tongue from the floor to respond. “I guess that would depend on which two men would be doing the fucking.” As if there was any question. But Chelsea had to show at least a little dignity in the matter. Sobbing and yelling her approval would only make her look desperate.

  Levi lifted her hair off her neck and ran his tongue along her vertebrae there. “I’d be one.”

  Spencer’s finger froze and then continued with that circling motion. “And I’d be the other.”

  Her breath came in fast, shallow pants. Seriously, what woman could breathe normally in this situation? “Y-you’d both do that? You’d want that? All three of us? Together?”

  Holy smoke.

  Holiest smokiest smoke ever.

  The three of them? Together?

  If that wasn’t the answer to every prayer Chelsea had had this past year.

  What a brilliant solution. What an incredible suggestion. Incredibly erotic. And wonderful. Her, Spencer and Levi.

  “I want you. Levi wants you, and apparently, you want us both. You do the math, babe. One—” Spencer pointed to himself with that same finger, “—plus one—” he pointed to Levi, “—plus one.” He didn’t just point at her. He ran his finger over her lips, and it was all she could do to stop herself from pulling it into her mouth and sucking on it, “—equals three.”

  The equation brought a lump to her throat.

  If one plus one plus one meant all of them together, she wouldn’t have to choose. Wouldn’t need to pick one over the other. And she wouldn’t have to walk away from both of them. Nor would they send her away.

  “Spence is the numbers man.” Levi’s mouth trailed back down her neck and landed on the top of her back, right where she’d tied the halter neck of her dress. Something scraped her skin…his teeth maybe, and then the silky material slackened around her shoulders. The dress caught on her breasts, keeping her covered for another second or two before Levi gave a gentle tug. The top pooled at her waist, leaving her facing Spencer naked from her hips up. “If Spencer says three, then it’s gotta be three of us.”

  Shivers raced over her spine. “Spencer knows the last thing I understand is numbers. So if he says three, I guess…I guess it has to be the three of us.” Heat flooded her face, but she couldn’t move. She didn’t want to move. Hell, she could hardly breathe.

  “Excellent.” Spencer pinned his gaze to her chest, his pupils dilating.

  Levi let out a soft moan behind her, and Chelsea’s nipples beaded into aching points.

  Levi slid has hands around her and covered both breasts.

  Her breath left her lungs in a whoosh.

  “Show me, Lev,” Spencer said.

  She watched him watching Levi holding her and felt a rush of emotion so intense she almost cried out. These two men, these two wonderful, gorgeous, sexy, generous men were willing to share. They wanted to share.

  Without a doubt, she was the luckiest woman in the universe.

  Levi adjusted his hold, cupping her breasts so her nipples peaked out over his fingers. His mouth was now on the side of her neck, nibbling.

  “Yeah.” Spencer nodded in approval. “Like that. Now brush your thumbs over those rosy-red nipples.”

  A soft groan left her throat when Levi obliged. She had no idea what turned her on more. Levi’s touch or Spencer’s gaze.

  “So fucking hot,” Spencer murmured and popped the third button on his shirt.

  Her muscles gave in and she collapsed against Levi, grateful for his strength and the broad, hard chest that cushioned her fall. Her head dropped to his shoulder and his enticing scent enveloped her—salt, sea and sun cream making her pussy fill with moist warmth.

  “Feel good, Chels?” Levi whispered against her neck.

  “So good.”

  “Imagine how good it’ll feel when you kiss him. My hands on your tits and his lips on your mouth.”

  Chelsea swallowed convulsively. She could grow addicted to Spencer’s kisses. Levi’s too.

  “And that’s just to begin with.” Levi sucked the flesh of her neck.

  Her breasts swelled in his hands.

  He shifted in closer and his erection pressed against her lower back. “Kiss Spencer, Chels. Give him your tongue. While I watch. And feel.” His thumbs had not ceased their sensual journey. They still brushed over her nipples, making Chelsea want to scream and laugh and cry all at the same time.

  Chapter Six

  Spencer stared at his best mate’s hands. They held the most luscious set of breasts he’d ever laid eyes on. And therein lay the vexing issue.

  Levi held them—not Spencer.

  Under normal circumstances, had Spencer seen Levi holding the breasts of the woman Spencer ached for, the consequences would have been dire. Their friendship would not survive the aftermath.

  But these were anything but normal circumstances. Watching Chelsea’s skin flush and her nipples pebble beneath Levi’s touch had Spencer’s dick standing at full attention.

  His shaft ached like a son of a bitch, and his balls were hard as stone.

  She looked at him through eyes that gleamed like emeralds. The way she’d slumped back against Levi, her shoulders losing all signs of rigidity, told Spencer she was okay with his and Levi’s suggestion.

  It wasn’t a suggestion the two men had come to lightly. Not even close. Fueled with enough alcohol to intoxicate a cricket team, they’d discussed the pros and cons of sharing Chelsea long into the night, until sleep had claimed first Levi and then himself—right there on the couch.

  The suggestion had still hung in the air in the blinding light of morning. With eyes as scratchy as sandpaper and a headache that had threatened to implode his skull, Spencer had laid his cards on the table. “I can’t walk away,” he’d told Levi. “I don’t want to.”

  “Me either,” Levi had agreed, his eyes still shut.

  “Think you could stomach the sight of me aroused and undressed?”

  “Now? Fuck, no.” Levi had gagged. “The idea makes me wanna barf.”

  Spencer would have laughed if he hadn’t feared his brain exploding in the process. “What about
later? Without a hangover. Think you could stomach the sight of me fucking her…if you knew you could make love to her at the same time?”

  Levi hadn’t answered for a long moment. But his hand had covered his groin, and Spencer couldn’t help but notice his mate’s erection.

  “Thought still makes me wanna barf,” Levi had said eventually. Then he’d added in a low, rough voice. “But…it also kinda makes me wanna jack off.”

  It had made Spencer kinda wanna jack off too. “Could you do it, Lev? Take her at the same time I do?”

  He’d turned bloodshot eyes to Spencer. “Could you?”

  “If it means I don’t have to give her up?” He’d nodded. “Yeah, mate. I could.”

  Had it been anyone other than Levi, Spencer would have said no. But Levi…? Hell, he and Levi had grown up together. They’d done everything together. Everything, from swopping comic books to playing soggy biscuit. There was nothing about Spencer that Levi didn’t know. Nothing that Spencer didn’t trust him with.

  Including, apparently, the woman of his dreams.

  The woman of Levi’s dreams too.

  Levi had stared up at the ceiling then, his hand still covering his groin. “Yeah, Spence. I could too.”

  Now Spencer looked deep into Chelsea’s trusting emerald-green eyes. Picking up on Levi’s cue and running with it, he leaned towards her. “Give me your tongue, babe.”

  While Levi’s tone had been coaxing and suggestive, Spencer kept his firm.

  Christ, he wanted to kiss her. So bad.

  Chelsea shifted in her seat, straightening her shoulders while moving her ass backwards—and a whole lot closer to Levi—and inching her face towards Spencer’s. She parted her lips, giving him a glimpse of her tempting pink tongue.

  “That’s right, babe. Just like that.” Spencer sat motionless, watching her. Waiting for her.

  She inched closer. Then closer still, until he could smell the sweet spice of her perfume.

  “Good,” he whispered. “Now…share that sweet mouth with me.”

  And Chelsea did, her lips melting against his as she slid her tongue into his waiting mouth. A jolt went through his body, that shock of adrenaline to the heart, and then he was kissing her, loving her tongue, sucking on it, tangling his around it before following her tongue back into her mouth and chasing after it, loving her taste, the velvet heat of her mouth, the pliable softness of her lips.

  “Show me,” Levi growled.

  Spencer pulled back slightly and flicked his tongue over the tip of hers, a sensual invitation to come out and play. Then he angled her head and his own so Levi had a full view as their mouths and tongues danced together.

  Levi cleared his throat before talking. “You like that, Chels? Kissing Spencer while I watch?”

  Her throaty groan was Chelsea’s only answer.

  “Lift your hips,” Levi encouraged, “so I can free you from the dress.”

  Chelsea shifted again, and Spencer moved his head with her, loathe to break the kiss.

  “That’s good, sweetheart. Real good.” Levi’s voice was a low murmur. “Now…let me in.”

  Spencer had no idea what Levi meant, but an instant later, Chelsea’s knee bumped against his, and with a swift intake of breath, she tore her lips from his.

  “Levi!”

  Spencer dropped his gaze to find Levi’s one hand still cupped a breast, but the other had trailed lower and disappeared beneath the waistband of her black panties. Her dress lay in a pool at her feet.

  Chelsea’s eyelids flickered shut and a violent shudder shook through.

  “Tell me what he’s doing to you,” Spencer said.

  She bucked her hips. “D-difficult to talk.”

  “Try hard. Every detail, babe. Don’t hold back a thing.”

  “His…his hand is in my panties. Finger on my clit. He’s…stroking it.”

  “Ah, Chels,” Levi’s voice was strained. “You’re the one doing all the stroking. And it’s giving me the boner from hell.”

  Sure enough, Levi’s hand remained still, but Chelsea’s hips were rocking as she rubbed herself against his finger.

  Did she have any idea how sexy she was? How much of a turn on her behavior was? Chelsea had no inhibitions when it came to seeking her pleasure. She’d proven it on his lap in the kitchen, and she proved it now, on Levi’s couch.

  “Is she wet, Lev?”

  Levi wiggled his hand, dipping deeper into her panties.

  Chelsea yelped.

  “Dripping.” Levi closed his eyes as he smiled, and this time his hand was definitely moving.

  “Now tell me what he’s doing, babe.”

  She looked at Spencer with those huge green eyes, her gaze hazy. “He’s fucking me. With his fingers. Pushing them in deep and then withdrawing them again.” She rocked in time with Levi’s hand. “And he’s stroking my clit at the same time.”

  “Uh-uh, Chels,” Levi corrected. “The clit stroking is all your doing.”

  “How does it feel?” Spencer asked.

  “Unbelievable.” She fixed her gaze to his. “E-even better knowing you’re watching.”

  He let his approval show on his face. “And how do you think you’d feel if I watched…while Levi licked your clit?”

  Another shudder shook her. “Prob-probably as good as I’d feel if Levi watched while you licked my clit.”

  “Great answer.” Levi nuzzled her neck.

  Chelsea closed her eyes, as though she couldn’t struggle against keeping them open any longer. “Know what would feel even better?” Still she rocked as Levi fingered her.

  Spencer raised a brow in question.

  “If I got to taste Levi’s cock while you licked me…until I came.”

  Levi groaned.

  Her suggestion left Spencer winded. And insanely fucking jealous. He’d wanted Chelsea for a year, dreamed of her wrapping those lips around his dick—and yet here, in reality, the first blowjob they’d experience together would go to Levi.

  Doubts crashed over him.

  How the fuck had he ever agreed to this? How could he watch while the woman he craved made love to another man? He should leave. Get up and walk away now. Give Chelsea and Levi the opportunity to be together like a regular couple. Man and woman.

  But how the fuck could he walk away? His mouth practically watered with the need to lick her cunt. Surely sharing her with Levi was better than losing her altogether?

  “Know what would feel even better than that?”

  Levi’s question brought Spencer’s gaze level with his mate’s.

  “If after you came, I got to lick your pussy while you tasted Spencer’s cock.”

  Ha! There was a reason Levi was his best mate and always would be.

  Chelsea’s hands found the legs of Levi’s shorts, and she yanked on them, hard. “Off. Take them off.”

  Levi laughed. “I would, Chels, But my hands are kind of busy right now.”

  Indecision flashed across her face, followed by frustration and then determination. With a breathy gasp, she shifted her hips, apparently dislodging Levi’s fingers.

  He removed his hand and drew it to his nose. “You even smell sexy.”

  “Get rid of those shorts,” she demanded, jumping up and stripping off her panties, leaving her completely naked and as stupefyingly beautiful as Spencer remembered.

  With an easy grin, Levi complied, tugging off his shirt and kicking the shorts across the room. His cotton boxers followed.

  Chelsea’s eyes filled with appreciation, and Levi leaned back with an arm resting on the back of the couch, completely at ease with himself beneath her hungry gaze. His erection rose proud and free, the tip wet with precome.

  “You too,” she demanded of Spencer. “Lose the clothes.”

  “I will.” In his own time. “But first…let me see what I’ll be licking.”

  Her chest heaved and she shifted, widening her stance.

  He shook his head, showing her his disapproval. Then he stood, fr
eeing up his seat on the couch. “No, babe. Show me everything.” He patted the place he’d just freed. “If I’m going to lick that sweet cunt of yours, I need access. And if you’re gonna blow Levi, you have to get comfortable.” He cast his gaze over Levi. “There’s a lot there to take in. Better work out the best angle.”

  As Chelsea stared at him, the couch, Levi and then him again, Spencer slowly unbuttoned his shirt. She waited—deliberately, Spencer decided—until he’d removed it altogether before she climbed onto the couch and crouched on all fours, her face above Levi’s lap, her left side against the back of the couch and her ass facing the arm Spencer had sat beside. Then she dropped her head, letting her hair spill over Levi’s erection.

  Levi sucked in a breath.

  She looked at Spencer.

  He unbuckled his belt.

  Chelsea spread her legs a couple of inches apart.

  The minx was playing mind games with him. And winning. Spencer kicked off his shoes and socks.

  She wrapped a dainty hand around the base of Levi’s shaft.

  Spencer lost his pants.

  Without shifting her gaze, she touched the tip of Levi’s dick with her tongue, licking away the glisten of his precome.

  “Christ,” was Levi’s muttered response.

  Spencer yanked off his boxers, letting his dick spring free of its restrictive prison.

  Triumph gleamed in Chelsea’s eyes an instant before she closed them. Graceful as a cat, she shifted her hips, drawing her legs wide open and turned her head to close her mouth over Levi’s dick. Her hair spilled all the way over her face, hiding her mouth from Spencer’s view.

  “Holy Mother of God.” Levi’s body went slack, and his head hit the back of the couch even as his hips surged up.

  Spencer rounded the side of the couch and had to compulsively squeeze his dick at the sight that greeted him.

  The rounded cheeks of her butt were spread wide enough that Spencer could not only see her puffy, moist cunt lips, but also her pretty puckered hole. Toned thighs went on forever, ending at knees that were invisible to him, but her shapely calves and dainty feet rested against the arm of the couch.