Page 31 of Four on the Floor: A Menage Romance

Oh my God.

“Come on,” Cash says, his voice low and husky.

I’m nervous about it, because I’ve never done anything even a little bit like this before, but I lean in, and before I know it Dalton’s lips are on mine, warm and soft and firm just like I remember. He deepens the kiss a moment later, tasting a little like champagne.

It’s long and slow, utterly relaxed even though my heart is thumping like a jackrabbit in my chest. Finally, Dalton pulls away, my eyelids fluttering open as he does.

I realize that Cash has his arm around my waist, drawing me toward him, even as Dalton tangles his fingers with mine.

I kiss Cash, or rather, Cash kisses me. Between the glass of champagne and the disbelief that this is happening, I feel tugged in two directions at once, a little adrift on an ocean that I still don’t understand.

Cash kisses me harder than Dalton. He goes deeper, needier, his hand tight on my waist, his tongue invading my mouth. When he pulls away I’m panting for air, and he’s no longer smiling. The look in his eyes is one of pure hunger, and something inside me springs to life, answering him.

“And what about you, Lark?” he asks, his voice all barely-controlled need. “Would you like us to share you?”

“Yes,” I answer instantly, my lips forming the word before my brain has even considered the question.

A wicked grin crosses Cash’s face, and Dalton’s hand snakes through my hair, lifting it from the back of my neck. Seconds later it’s replaced by his lips, warm and sensuous, and my eyelids flutter closed again.

“Good,” Cash says, his lips almost on mine. “Because we’re going to do things to you that you’ve barely imagined.”

He kisses me again, tugging at my robe. It opens to him as he devours me, his hand already inside, on my skin, under my shirt. From behind, Dalton tugs it the rest of the way off, his lips tracing trails down the nape of my neck, between my shoulder blades.

I gasp. Strong fingers slide over my still-clothed breasts, my nipples stiffening instantly in response. The fingers just pinch them harder, rolling them until my back arches and my lips come unlocked from Cash.

“I thought you’d like this,” he murmurs, his fingers diving under the sides of my panties, tugging at the waistband. “You’re dirty in secret, aren’t you, Lark?”

“Maybe,” I whisper, my mind instantly flashing to all the fantasies I’ve had that startverysimilarly to this.

“It’s not a secret anymore,” Dalton says behind me, fingers pinching my nipples a little harder, until I gasp again with pleasure. “Lark, after we’re done with you, the whole state of Colorado is going to know how much you like fucking us both at once.”

The words alone send a quivering arrow of heat right through my body, and I lunge forward, desperate again for Cash’s mouth. I wrap my arms around him as Dalton pulls down the straps of my tank top, popping my breasts out of my top, running his rough palms over my nipples as I moan into Cash’s mouth.

Dalton grabs my hips, pulling me back, and suddenly I’m on my hands and knees and his lips are on my back, his hands moving down my body until he finds my panties, slides them down. I’m still kissing Cash fiercely as Dalton lifts me, pulling my panties off and tossing them somewhere in the room.

Then: his tongue. I nearly shout as he starts to lick me, his tongue slow but firm on my clit, moving in circles, teasing me.

“That feels so good,” I whimper. “Oh, my God.”

Cash’s response is to kiss me again, rolling my nipples between his fingers. Now I’m braced against his body, still on my knees, bending forward as Dalton slides his tongue between my lips, teasing my entrance.

I moan, Cash’s rugged muscles under my hands. My toes are already curled, and my body is moving without permission from my brain: hips bucking backward against him, wantingmore. I’m scrabbling at Cash’s shirt, his belt buckle.

He takes it off. Dalton’s tongue is inside me now and I pull Cash in again, half-kissing him, half moaning into his mouth as I pull on the button of his jeans. Somehow, it comes undone and then I’m reaching in, wrapping my fist around his thick cock.

Now it’shisturn to growl, put his hand around mine. I stroke him a few times, my lips on his neck now. Finally, I unsheathe him from the layers of clothing and he’s rock-hard in my hand, practically throbbing.

I want him. I want to give him pleasure like he’s given me, like Dalton is giving me right now, so I open my mouth and lick the head of his cock, the salty-sweet taste of his precum on my tongue.

Cash inhales sharply, one hand on my head as Dalton’s tongue moves to my clit again, flicking it back and forth lazily, sending a jolt of pleasure through me with each stroke.

I push my lips down Cash’s shaft, taking him in as far as he’ll go, until he hits the back of my mouth. Dalton sucks my clit into his mouth, and I moan into Cash’s cock as it fills my mouth, and in turn, his hand tightens in my hair and he holds me there for just a moment.

In that moment, I let go. Suddenly I understand that I’m not in control — they are.

And I like it.

Slowly, we build up a rhythm with me between these two men. Dalton licks me harder and harder, faster and faster, teasing me and driving me right to the edge of climax before pulling me back, just like he did before. In turn I’m moaning uncontrollably into Cash’s cock, and with every stroke he groans louder, his hand in my hair as he thrusts into my mouth, each stroke a tiny bit more forceful than the last.

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