A Dinner Party

“What’s for dinner?” I ask, putting down my work bag and hanging my keys on the hook by the front door. As I walk into the living room, I see our friend Gray lounging on the couch in his usual torn jeans and faded rock band t-shirt. “Oh, hey, Gray. Where’s Jude?”

“Getting dinner ready.” He grins up at me, taking in the sight of my maroon scrubs and messy bun. I slide my glasses down on my nose to give him a pointed look, though inside I’m smiling. I head to the kitchen to fix myself a drink, and to my surprise, the room is empty.

“I thought you said Jude was getting dinner ready,” I call out. Hands grab me by the waist from behind, and I jump about a foot in the air, nearly dropping the bottle of moscato.

Gray presses his mouth against my ear and whispers, “He is. He’s in the bedroom.” Reaching around me, he grabs the bottle of wine, then moves away from me. “Bring three glasses.” Then he’s gone, and I’m left standing in the kitchen in confusion.

I grab three wine glasses from the cabinet and head off to the master bedroom to find out what the boys are up to this time. As I step through the door, I breathe in the sultry fragrance of lavender and vanilla–my favorite scented candle burns on top of the dresser, the flickering flame casting faint shadows on the walls. Slow jazz music, turned down low, drifts out from the bluetooth speaker on the bedside table.

Jude stands by the bed, a tempting smirk dancing on his lips. His muscular tattooed arms cross over his chest as he gives me a thorough once-over. “What are you doing still dressed, babygirl?”

Gray steps up behind him, an arm casually draping over Jude’s shoulder, and I look between them, one eyebrow lifting. “I thought you were getting dinner ready.” I put down the glasses beside the bottle of wine.

“I am.” Jude gestures to the bed, and I realize there’s a black silk-and-lace nightgown spread out over the quilt. “Go ahead. We’ll give you a minute.”

The boys leave the room, and I hurry out of my work clothes, sliding on the silky dress. It’s short, barely covering anything–and I know that’s exactly why he chose it. A quick tug on the hair tie and my bun unravels, long hair tumbling down past my shoulders.

They seem to sense I’m ready, because they come back in, looking proud as peacocks. Jude walks up to me and slides his arms around my waist, pulling me in tight for a kiss that leaves me breathless. He leans back and studies my face for a moment, then murmurs, “You ready to be eaten?”

My gaze slides sideways to see Gray standing behind him, that same cat-got-the-canary grin on his full lips. “Is this a dinner party?” I ask, feeling my own lips curl into a grin.

In the next moment, my back hits the mattress, even before I register that Jude has pushed me backward onto the bed. He follows me, crawling over my body to straddle my hips, dipping down for another kiss. His teeth catch my lower lip and tug, and I can’t stifle the little moan that works its way out of me.

I feel the bed shift beneath me; Gray has joined us, stretching out beside me. I turn my head toward him, and he captures my lips with his own, thoroughly exploring my mouth with his tongue. Meanwhile, Jude’s hands have started working their magic. He begins at my shoulders and drags his fingertips down until he reaches my breasts, pinching my nipples through the thin fabric. That makes me whimper, and Jude chuckles. He pulls up the little nightgown, sucking one nipple into his mouth.

Gray runs his fingers through my hair, and I can barely form a coherent thought as his grip tightens, pulling my head back away from his mouth. Sitting up, he bends over and attacks the other breast, biting into my sensitive flesh. My back arches off the bed, hips riding to collide against Jude’s, who flicks his tongue against my nipple as I writhe beneath him.

“Slow down, babygirl,” he whispers against my skin, laughing again, his large hand moving to push my hips back down onto the bed and hold them there, fingers splayed across my pubic area. Gray moves his lips to my neck, sucking on the skin, and I close my eyes, savoring the warmth of his mouth on me.

A sharp slap to my upper thigh startles me, and my eyes fly open. I love when Jude smacks me like that.

“You think dinner’s ready?” he asks in a teasing tone.

“Let’s check and see,” answers Gray.

They move me more fully onto the bed, crouching on either side of me. Gray grabs my left leg and spreads me open, hooking his arm around my thigh to hold me in place. Jude pushes my right leg out to the other side and dips his head down. I feel his warm breath playing over my damp opening.

“Please,” I moan. They chuckle, and Jude presses his tongue flat against me, running a warm, wet line up to my clit then back down again. Without warning, he buries his face between my thighs, his tongue probing deep inside my pussy.

He sucks and licks at me until I’m a quivering mess. Gray has to hold my hips down so I don’t accidentally smash Jude in the face. I feel myself climbing higher and higher, until suddenly a rush of warmth spreads through me, and I cry out in pure pleasure as the orgasm rocks through me violently, causing me to quiver and squirm underneath his tongue’s continued barrage.

“Fuck, that was good,” Jude moans, sitting up. His face is glistening with wetness, and he crawls up my body to kiss me. I lick his lips clean and tangle my tongue with his, tasting myself in his mouth. It’s glorious.

He rolls off me, and Gray takes his place, stretching my legs apart even wider as he attacks my clit, forcing another guttural scream from my throat. He’s rougher than Jude was, his five o’clock shadow scratching my tender skin as he shakes his head from side to side, thoroughly devouring my pussy.

In my peripheral, I see Jude climb back onto the bed, naked now. His cock stands proudly, straining to reach me as he moves toward me on his knees. A tight grip on my hair forces my head to turn, and then Jude’s cock is in my mouth, shoving past my lips and burying itself against the back of my throat. My screams from Gray’s administrations are muffled around the thickness, and I bob my head, trying to find the rhythm I know drives Jude crazy.

His breathing changes, tightening, and I know I’ve found the right speed. My tongue flicks against the warm head each time it’s pulled far enough to the front of my mouth, and Jude’s hand tightens in my hair each time he buries his cock deeper in my throat.

It almost distracts me from Gray’s tongue plunging inside my soaking-wet pussy. Almost. I groan around Jude, trying to beg for more. The boys seem to understand me just fine, and they both pick up their speed. Gray sucks hard on my clit, and another lighting bolt slices through my body, causing my body to spasm as I’m shoved over the edge into a cacophony of euphoria.

As soon as my soul returns to my body, Jude pushes his cock against the back of my throat and fills my mouth with his seed. It spills over and drips down my cheek when he pulls back out. I swallow and wipe my mouth with my hand, licking my fingers clean. Jude flops down beside me as we all pant, trying to catch our breaths. My arms and legs are still quivering from the little aftershocks of ecstasy. I smile dreamily, my hand finding Jude’s and lacing my fingers through his.

“So,” says Gray after a minute or two, sitting up and licking my juices from his full, luscious lips. “Who’s ready for dessert?”