After another fifteen minutes, V still remained mostly dressed; Zane was buck ass naked and didn’t seem a bit shy about it while Beau still had on his boxers. They made her take two turns, shooting with her eyes closed, which resulted in her missing one and making the other. To her surprise, Beau had her remove her jeans, rather than her bra. Now she was dressed in her underwear just like him. Zane wasn’t playing because he’d much rather be copping a feel from what she could tell.
When it was clear that V and Beau weren’t going to miss, and the shots they were taking were becoming repetitive, V turned to Zane. “Got any ideas on how to progress this night any faster?”
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Did he ever.
Zane was all for taking this little strip tease to the next level. “I think we should make the shots a tad more difficult.”
“How do you suppose we do that?” Beau questioned him. “We’ve already made her close her eyes, and she’s made damn near every shot.”
“Distraction, of course.” He couldn’t think of a better idea, and it would progress this little peep show to the next level, which all three of them seemed to be more than ready for.
“Hmmm... I like the idea of a distraction,” Beau mumbled, and Zane noticed he was staring at V’s mouth. Oh, yes. The man caught on remarkably well.
“Beau’s up next. So what’s the distraction?” V asked, smirking at Zane.
“You are, baby.” The answer was obvious. At least to Zane. He didn’t have anything against two men being together, but he had absolutely no interest in Beau. Although, he’d thought from time to time that Beau might actually be interested in both men and women, though he’d never admitted to it. Nor had he denied it. In all fairness, Zane hadn’t asked either.
“Well, that means this game’s over before it even gets started,” Beau laughed.
“That’s where you’re wrong. I’m playing again. And now, the rules have changed. The goal is to make you both lose your clothes, obviously. But, the new rule is that you aren’t allowed to come while you’re being distracted.”
V glared at him. She clearly knew they were going to pull out all the stops on her. She had on the most clothes, and he was more than ready to get his hands on her. And his tongue.
Beau glanced back and forth between the two of them, waiting for the next move. Zane smiled at V. “Have at it. Think you can distract him enough to miss the shot?”
V blushed sweetly, and Zane’s insides tightened. Damn she was so perfect.
“What shot does he have to make?” Leaning her pool stick against the wall as she moved closer to Beau, V directed her question at him.
Zane glanced at the table momentarily and then called out the shot. V grinned and then dropped to her knees in front of Beau. Because the table was in the way, Zane couldn’t see her, although he could see her hands as they slowly slid Beau’s boxers down to his thighs.
“Oh, fuck.” Beau’s growl echoed throughout the house.
“You’re turn, big man.” Zane grinned at Beau’s distress.
When Beau’s eyes rolled back in his head, Zane knew the game was all but over. Except he had every intention of getting V naked. And soon.
Beau lined up the shot and missed. By a mile. Hell, he was lucky the ball stayed on the table. He groaned seconds before V stood up, her face red from embarrassment if Zane had to guess. She’d played by the rules, but he knew she wasn’t nearly as forward as she pretended to be.
“You’re turn, baby.” Zane watched V reach for her pool cue, and Beau shed his boxers while she did. “Beau, I’ll let you have the honors of distracting her first.”
“Oh, hell yes.” Beau dropped to his knees in the same position as V had been in, and because V was shorter, Zane couldn’t see what was going on beneath the table, so he rectified the situation as he moved to stand beside her.
Calling out her pocket, he watched as Beau’s head moved between her thighs, her breaths growing choppier as she desperately tried to focus on the shot. She had to stand on her toes in order to lean over Beau’s body, but she made the effort and it looked fucking sinful as hell.
“Remember, you can’t come,” he warned her.
“Fuck.” The single word came out as a whisper as she took the shot and missed.
Zane didn’t hesitate before moving around behind her and unhooking her bra. “That’s more like it.”
Beau continued his sensual assault while Zane stood beside them, explaining another shot to V while she moaned. Oh, yeah. This game was over.
When V made that one, they forced their way through another round, V once again working to distract Zane and then Beau. Then Zane had the satisfaction of teasing her while she aimed and missed. He had opted to stroke her clit with his fingers because he wasn’t sure he’d be able to stop if he started eating her pussy the way he wanted to.
When it was Zane’s turn again, he waited for V to move into position. When she didn’t, he eyed her suspiciously. She was about to play very unfairly, he could feel it. He didn’t know what he was going to do about it either.
“I think it’s only fair that Beau get to distract you for a change.”
“Honey, I’m not sure I’ve had enough beer for that to happen,” he told her honestly. He wasn’t sure he’d ever be drunk enough for that to sound like a good idea either.
“Are you refusing?” she asked, her hands on her hips, her pert, beautiful breasts thrust forward as she cocked her hip, daring him.
Zane glanced over at Beau, wondering why the hell the guy wasn’t refusing. He was the one who was going to have to figure something out. Beau looked tentative, but there was something else in his eyes. Curiosity, maybe?
Oh, fucking hell.
“No.” Zane was answering V’s question, but he could very well have been pleading with Beau. The look in the other man’s eyes said he was on the verge of changing their relationship in ways Zane wasn’t comfortable with. However, he wasn’t about to be the one to chicken out first. If V wanted to play like this, he’d punish her later.
V nodded her head at Beau as though giving him the go ahead. It was almost as if the two of them had shared a secret that Zane wasn’t privy to. What the fuck was going on?
“Take the shot,” V directed him, sounding more assertive than Zane had ever heard her.
Picking up the chalk, Zane prepared the end of the stick before turning to face the table. When he did, Beau moved, and Zane’s entire body went rigid. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t. Beau lowered himself to his knees in front of him, and Zane pinned V with a glare. What the hell was she trying to prove here?
Zane leaned over the table, praying like hell he could make the shot before...
“Sonuvabitch!” Zane cried out the second Beau wrapped his lips around his dick. The pool stick fell to the table when V rushed into his arms, gripping his chin and planting her mouth on his.
Zane did his best to focus on the woman kissing him and not the man kneeling at his feet, sucking his cock into the scorching hot recesses of his mouth. There was no way for him to pretend that Beau was anyone other than Beau. Based on the firm, callused grip around the base of his cock and the warm suction of his mouth, Zane was all too aware of what his best friend was doing.
“That’s so hot,” V whispered against his lips when she pulled away, looking down the front of Zane’s body to where Beau was attempting to blow his mind.
He didn’t want to like it, but damn it all to hell, Beau’s mouth felt so fucking good. Hot... Wet... Fuck! His cock was so fucking hard, and Zane found himself fisting Beau’s hair in one hand without realizing he’d even moved. He pulled V’s head closer with the other until their lips were once again smashed together, their tongues dueling as Beau continued to damn near blow his head off of his shoulders.
Zane told the hand fisting Beau’s hair to push the man away, to force his mouth to ease off of his cock, but he couldn’t do it. V broke the kiss, staring back at him.
“You want to watch, don’t you? You want to see how fucking sexy it is for another man to blow you?”
V wasn’t far off the mark, but Zane wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to look Beau in the eyes again if he did. As it was, he was so fucking close to coming down his best friends throat, he was scared to death what that meant for their friendship.
“He wants this,” V whispered, and Zane’s eyes flew open. “He’s always wanted this. Give this to him, Zane.”
Oh, fucking hell.
Zane did the unthinkable, letting go of V and standing straight before looking down at his best friend on his knees sucking his cock deeper and deeper into his hungry mouth. Zane didn’t let go of Beau’s hair. He held the man firmly in place, glanced up at V one last time and when she nodded her approval, Zane let go. He tried not to think about what he was doing, who this man was with his dick tunneling in and out of his mouth as he began to thrust forcefully, shoving his cock as far as he could in Beau’s eager mouth.
“Mother fucker!” Zane groaned, his release was within reach. The sight of Beau on his knees, the feel of his big hands gripping his thighs was more than Zane could manage. “Fuck, that’s it!”
Zane couldn’t contain the release that powered through him, damn near leveling him with its intensity as he looked back up into V’s whiskey brown eyes. The hunger he saw reflected there told Zane that this night was only beginning.
Chapter Twelve
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V couldn’t believe Zane had gone through with it.
She hadn’t thought twice about instructing the scene that played out before her, but now as she watched Zane lose control, coming hard and fast and growling like a wounded animal, she wondered whether she’d made the right choice or not.
There was no doubt in her mind that Zane had never done anything like that before, nor had she ever witnessed anything quite so erotic. Watching Beau on his knees, his lips wrapped around Zane’s massive erection was the hottest fucking thing she’d ever seen.
She still had no idea what caused her to suggest it, but something in the conversations she’d had with Beau in the past had given her the impression that he might actually swing both ways. She’d been right, or at least he was interested in experimenting. When he got to his feet, both men were eyeing her, and she knew there was going to be retaliation for her little stunt.
Truthfully, she couldn’t wait. Watching the two of them was hotter than she expected, and now she was aching for them to turn that heat on her.
Both of them.
At the same time.
“On the fucking table,” Zane ordered and V knew he was talking to her. He sounded angry, but she didn’t see any malice in his gaze. Confusion, maybe. But he wasn’t looking to hurt her.
She moved in front of Zane, in the exact same spot Beau had been kneeling just a few seconds before. That gave Zane the opening he apparently needed because his warm hands slipped around her waist, lifting her and sitting her on the edge of the table. She had to move back slightly until her ass rested on the felt, but that is where she was no longer in control of what was going on.
Zane moved to one side of the table, Beau on the other and they each grabbed one hand, laying her back until she was fully prone, her feet hanging over the edge. Zane moved back to the end, rectifying her discomfort by placing the bottom of her feet on the edge of the table and forcing her knees apart.
Her back instinctively bowed up off of the table when Zane’s tongue slid eagerly down her slit, but then Beau was there, his tongue thrusting into her mouth and she tried to focus on one and not the other. Impossible.
Gripping the back of Beau’s head, she pulled him closer, trying to suck his tongue right out of his mouth while Zane was fucking her relentlessly with one finger while punishing her clit with devastating flicks of his tongue.
She wasn’t going to last. Not even a full minute and she had a feeling that was Zane’s goal. He was punishing her with pleasure, trying to overwhelm her with his hedonic assault. V didn’t want it to end, but she knew she didn’t have the strength to hold on much longer.
When Beau gripped her breast roughly, pinching her nipple until pain ricocheted through every nerve ending and landing at the spot Zane was torturing between her thighs, V imploded. She screamed, but Beau muffled her cry with his mouth, continuing to kiss her with the fierce determination she could feel in his big, beautiful body.
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