That was all it took to push me into the grip of a toe-curling orgasm. My plaintive cry was cut short by a low, guttural moan from deep in my throat, and then I was spasming around the toys, my muscles contracting furiously. “Oh my god!” I shrieked.
I heard Riley’s gasp, followed by a helpless groan. “Ah, Alicia, I can’t wait to fill your pussy with my cum!”
Those words sent another fierce spasm through my body, and I writhed on the bed, the dildos still buried deep inside me. Only when my shaking began to subside did I dare to speak again. “I can’t believe how easily you do this to me,” I murmured, a hand pressed to my forehead. “With a touch, with words…”
“And very soon, with my cock,” he said.
I couldn’t help but moan. Though I was spent after that powerful orgasm, my body still readily responded to his voice.
“You have no idea how it excites me when you come so hard,” Riley went on. “I love how you surrender to your desire completely.”
“You certainly have that effect on me,” I confessed to him. Before I could stop myself, I added, “Maybe you always did.”
There was a brief silence. Then Riley said, “What a fool I was, not to have noticed. At least you’re giving me a chance to remedy that mistake.”
A delighted smile danced on my lips. “We’ll make up for lost time tomorrow. See you at seven, Riley.”
***
The following day, I was so distracted, thinking of the night to come, that I was practically useless at work. This was unusual for me; even when I’d broken things off with Ted, I didn’t let it interfere with my job performance. So when I told my supervisor I wasn’t feeling well and needed to leave early, she never suspected that I wasn’t being truthful. As I left the office, I felt only a little guilty. I’d been working my ass off on my current project for months, I told myself. I deserved an afternoon off.
Once I was back in my apartment, I ate a protein bar so I wouldn’t get lightheaded from hunger, but my appetite was not for food at that point. Then I decided to take a long, hot bath, trying to ease my nervousness. While I was excited to think of my planned evening with Riley and Ian, I’d never done anything remotely like this before, and I couldn’t help but feel anxious butterflies flitting around in my stomach. I wondered if Riley and Ian felt nervous at all. Riley, probably not, I decided. But Ian? Maybe. Of course I didn’t know him, but if he’d just gotten out of a long-term relationship, perhaps his sex life hadn’t been all that adventurous, either.
After my bath, I started getting ready, choosing to wear a sheer black bra and panties. Gazing at my reflection in the full-length mirror in my bedroom, I saw that my pale pink nipples and smooth pussy were clearly visible. To complement the undergarments, I put on a pair of thigh high stockings, also sheer black.
For my outfit, I chose a black dress that clung to my curves. It had a dangerously high hemline, along with a plunging neckline, revealing plenty of thigh and cleavage. I’d bought it on a whim months ago but had never worked up the nerve to wear it. Until now.
I left my hair down so it cascaded in waves down my back, and I applied only a little makeup. I figured I might be sweating while in the throes of sex with two men, and I didn’t want my face to end up looking like a complete mess.
Finally I slipped on a pair of black stiletto heels. I didn’t feel entirely steady in them, but I figured I could manage to walk around the apartment without stumbling, and I knew I wouldn’t be wearing them for long, anyway.
All that was left to do was wait for a knock at the door, and when I finally heard it at seven o’clock sharp, I had to resist the urge to dash in my heels to answer it. I managed to open the door calmly, a smile already fixed on my face.
Riley and a man I presumed to be Ian were standing outside my door, both still dressed in the suits they’d worn to work that day. I barely had time to register their presence before I noticed they were arguing in low voices.
“What’s going on?” I asked, my smile faltering.
Riley immediately turned toward me, flashing a winning smile. “I was just telling Ian that he’s making me look like an asshole because he brought you flowers and I didn’t…” His voice trailed off when he saw my outfit. “Oh, fuck me… you are gorgeous, Alicia!”
I looked down at myself and grinned, hoping I wasn’t blushing too much. “Why, thank you!”
“I didn’t bring flowers, but I did bring this,” Riley went on, then held out what I recognized as a very fine bottle of Scotch.
“That is wonderful,” I assured him. “Come on in, you two.”
Once they were both standing in my living room, I finally had the chance to study Ian. I first noticed his gorgeous dark curls. He wore a closely trimmed beard, but it was full with no sparse areas whatsoever, and I guessed that meant he had plenty of other body hair, the thought of which drove me wild. When Ian’s stare met mine, I saw that his eyes were almost as dark as his hair. He and Riley were about the same height, and they were almost half a foot taller than me.
“Alicia, this is Ian,” Riley introduced us. “Ian, Alicia.”
I offered him my hand, and when he took it, I felt his firm, warm grasp. “It’s lovely to finally meet you. Thanks for joining us tonight,” I said to him, my smile widening.
“Thank you for inviting me,” Ian replied, allowing his gaze to sweep over me. “You look beautiful. And these are for you.” He held out a gorgeous bouquet of flowers, and of course my heart melted a bit as I accepted his gift.
“What beautiful flowers!” I exclaimed. “Thank you.” Looking over at Riley, I nodded to the bottle he held. “You two can come on into the kitchen. I’ll put these flowers in water, and Riley, you can pour us drinks.”
As we strolled into the kitchen, I was amazed at how calm and collected I sounded, when all the while my heart was pounding furiously in my chest. My heels clacked against the kitchen tile, and I noticed my hands were shaking a little as I tended to the flowers.
Before I was finished, Riley closed the distance between us, placing my glass on the counter. “Thank you,” I said softly, trying to stay focused on arranging the flowers in a vase in an attempt to hide my anxiety.
Standing behind me, he brushed my hair back, then lowered his lips to my neck. “I’m already hard for you,” he whispered, and I closed my eyes, leaning back against him with a soft moan.
Before either of us could get carried away right there in the kitchen, I stood up straight and reached for the glass he’d poured me. Then I turned to him and Ian. “Here’s to fulfilling fantasies,” I said, flashing a wicked smile. The three of us clinked our glasses together.
“To fulfilling Alicia’s fantasies,” Riley added.
“I’ll drink to that,” Ian chimed in.
I quickly swallowed the whisky, too impatient to savor it, and I felt it warm my belly while it loosened the nervous tension in my muscles. “This is fantastic,” I told Riley. “Thank you for bringing it.”
I noticed Ian staring at me, but every time our eyes met, he quickly looked away. I liked that he was a little shy, definitely not aggressive. I figured Riley was aggressive enough for all three of us, and I found myself hoping he would take charge tonight.
“Have you two eaten dinner yet?” I asked them, and when they shook their heads, I went on to add, “I was thinking sex first, and then we can have something delivered?”
Their enthusiastic agreement made me grin. We didn’t linger over our drinks but instead hurried to empty our glasses.
I watched as Ian reached into his suit coat pocket and withdrew some folded papers. “Here are my test results, if anyone wants to see them.”
“Oh, I have mine too,” Riley said, reaching into his own coat pocket.
“Mine are in the desk in the living room,” I told them.
As the three of us stood in my living room, quickly scanning the results and passing them around, a brief, somewhat awkward silence ensued. Finally Riley smiled, looking up at me and Ian. “Well, now that’s out of the way.”
Both men turned to me, clearly waiting for me to make the first move. “I hope you two don’t mind if we skip the small talk,” I said, and now I knew I was blushing; my face was warm with excitement and growing arousal. “But I’ve already soaked my panties while standing here, and I’m ready to go to the bedroom.”
Riley and Ian exchanged grins. “Lead the way, Alicia,” Riley said to me. As soon as I started out of the living room and down the hallway, I sensed him right behind me, and I felt his hands sliding over my hips, then lower to cup my ass. I let out a surprised giggle but soon relaxed into his touch.
In my bedroom, I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, no longer feeling so confident as I stood before Riley and Ian. I had no idea how I should begin, or with whom.
Riley must have sensed my uncertainty, for he quickly came to the rescue. “You two should get to know each other better,” he suggested to me and Ian. “Get more comfortable. Maybe start with a kiss.”
Ian’s eyes locked with mine, and he gave me another shy grin. “Is that okay?” he asked, and I hurriedly nodded.
As he approached, I began breathing even faster. It was hard for me to meet his gaze at first, so I stared at his chest, longing to unbutton his shirt. I caught the faintest scent of cologne, and beneath that, an undeniably masculine scent that was distinctly his.
Ian gently placed two fingers beneath my chin so he could lift my head. I smiled up at him, and he gave me a sweet smile in return. Then he lowered his mouth to mine.
That first kiss started slowly, almost as if we were teasing ourselves, letting the excitement build. Then his lips parted ever so slightly, and I dared to seek out his tongue with my own. Ian moaned as the kiss deepened, and that sound, along with his closeness, his obvious arousal, made my body immediately respond. I surrendered to my longing to run my fingers through his curls, and he gave my lower lip a tender nip, not nearly hard enough to hurt, but enough to let me know he enjoyed my touch.
When I finally broke the kiss, I noticed that Riley had drawn closer. “That’s a nice start,” he said to us with a grin.
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