Chapter 1: The Party Ignites
The summer night was a sultry beast, wrapping its humid arms around the city as I stepped into the bar for our work Christmas party. Laughter and clinking glasses filled the air, the scent of spiced rum and pine from the tacky decorations mingling with the heat of bodies pressed close. I’d spent months sculpting my body at the gym, my tan glowing under the lights, and my short summery dress—plunging neckline daring anyone to look away—hugged every curve like a lover’s caress.
Dinner turned to drinks, and drinks turned to a blur of laughter and bangers blasting through the speakers. My colleagues dwindled, leaving me with a buzz in my veins and a wicked glint in my eye. That’s when I noticed them—a group of guys, rowdy and sharp, their energy matching the thrum of the bass. Two in particular caught my stare: Jace, with his devilish smirk and inked forearms, and Travis, an out-of-towner with a quiet intensity that screamed trouble.
‘Damn, girl, you’re stealing the whole damn spotlight in that dress,’ Jace drawled, sliding up beside me on the dance floor, his hand brushing my hip with just enough intent to make my skin prickle.
I smirked, spinning away just out of reach. ‘Takes more than a pretty line to keep up with me, Jace. You got the moves or just the mouth?’
Travis chuckled from my other side, his voice low and rough. ‘Oh, we’ve got moves, darlin’. Question is, can you handle both of us throwing down?’
I raised an eyebrow, my pulse kicking up as I leaned in close, my lips brushing the shell of his ear. ‘Try me, boys. I don’t break easy.’
The night spun on, a haze of tequila shots and grinding beats. My last colleague waved goodbye, leaving me in the dimly lit corner booth with Jace and Travis. Their hands grew bolder, sliding up the hem of my dress, fingers teasing the edge of my thighs. I laughed, sharp and teasing, as Jace’s lips found my neck, Travis’s hand gripping my waist like he owned it.
‘You’re playing with fire, sweetheart,’ Jace murmured, his breath hot against my skin.
‘Good thing I like the burn,’ I shot back, turning to catch Travis’s mouth in a searing kiss, tasting the whiskey on his tongue. Their heat pressed in from both sides, and I could feel the hard evidence of their desire against me, straining, eager.
Travis pulled back, his eyes dark with want. ‘I’ve got a room downtown. No strings, just… us. You in?’
I didn’t hesitate, my voice a purr. ‘Hell yes, let’s go.’
The cab ride was a blur of stolen touches and heated whispers, the city lights streaking past as anticipation coiled tight in my core. At the hotel, a quick drink at the bar did nothing to cool the fire. Back in Travis’s room, the air crackled as I kicked off my heels, their eyes devouring me like I was the last meal they’d ever have.
‘That dress needs to go,’ Jace growled, stepping close, his fingers already tugging at the fabric.
‘Then take it off,’ I challenged, my voice dripping with command as I backed toward the bed, letting them close in. Their hands were everywhere, peeling the dress from my body, leaving me bare and unapologetic under their hungry gazes. I could see the outline of their cocks, hard and ready, and my pussy throbbed with a need so fierce I could barely stand it.
‘Fuck, you’re gorgeous,’ Travis breathed, dropping to his knees as Jace claimed my mouth in a bruising kiss. I gasped as Travis’s tongue found me, wet and insistent, licking at my dripping heat while Jace’s hands roamed my curves, teasing and rough.
‘Don’t stop,’ I demanded, my fingers tangling in Travis’s hair, guiding him deeper as my other hand reached for Jace, feeling him hard and pulsing under my touch. This was just the beginning, and I was already burning for more.
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