Page 8 of Stuck On Them

The elevator ride to the next floor was short, and Ryker put my dress back in place and lowered my legs to the ground. “I hope that was okay. I couldn’t wait to get my hands and mouth on you.” He picked up my purse before guiding me out of the elevator with his hand on the small of my back and down the hall to his room.

I didn’t speak because I wasn’t sure how I felt about what had just transpired. I’d never been big on kissing and showing affection in public, but had that just been because of the men I’d been with?

“Paige?” Ryker opened his door, stepping to the side to let me enter. “That didn’t cross a boundary for you, did it?”

I trailed my hand across his chest as I walked past. “No. I kind of liked it. We got lucky they didn’t pull out their phones and record.”

The room was double the size of a typical hotel room with a sitting area and a small dinette area. The king-sized bed looked like a dream, but that wasn’t what caught my attention. Two sides of the room were floor-to-ceiling windows with views that made my heart flutter.

Momentarily forgetting the wetness between my thighs and the man who caused it, I went to a window overlooking Central Park. “This is breathtaking.”

After growing up without a lot of money and then focusing on school and my career, I hadn’t had the time or money to travel yet, but this was my sign to start. It was everything like the pictures I’d seen, yet nothing like them at the same time. I felt so small compared to the spread of lights reaching into the horizon.

Ryker stood behind me and wrapped one arm around my upper chest and the other around my waist, leaning his head against the side of mine. With heels, my five-foot-eight-inch frame was only a few inches shorter than his.

“You’re breathtaking.” His hand grabbed a handful of my dress, slowly easing it up. “I want to see how wet you are for me.” He slipped a finger under the side of my panties and groaned against my neck. “Fuck, Paige. You’re soaked. Is all of this for me or is some of it for the two men in the elevator?”

At the mention of the onlookers, my thighs squeezed together, trapping his hand. I couldn’t control it, and with this man, I didn’t want to. “For all three.”

His finger ran up and down my slit, teasing me with a promise of what was to come. “We could have stopped the elevator.”

I bit my lip and put a hand against the window, bracing myself. “And then what?”

He peppered kisses underneath my ear. “I would have turned you just like this against the mirrored wall so they could watch me finger fuck you.”

Two fingers plunged in, and I gasped, my legs squeezing even tighter as he bit down on my ear. There were no languid strokes or teasing; he thrust into me like he was using his cock. I could hear how wet I was, and that only turned me on more.

“Oh, God. Please, Ryker.” I had to put my other hand on the window to steady myself.

He met my eyes in the reflection on the window. “Are you imagining them watching us? How turned on they’d be from hearing how wet you are?”

I could picture everything in my mind. The man with the tattoos leaning back against the wall and adjusting himself. The other man showed no emotion on his face besides his darkened eyes and the bulge in his pants. They couldn’t take their eyes off us.

The tingling sensation of an orgasm rippled down my spine and my clit burned with the need for more stimulation than the occasional press of his palm. “I’m almost… there.”

His fingers slowed and my knees nearly gave out. “Your orgasm belongs to them just as much as to me.”

“What?” My chest heaved and I briefly considered reaching between my legs and rubbing my clit.

“Do you want them to watch you come on my hand?” He removed his hand that had been locked against my chest and turned my head, so I was looking at him. “Do you want to let them watch us fuck?”

Oh. My. God.

My lips parted but nothing came out. Was he for real? Was I actually considering the idea?

“But… what? How?” I craned my neck to look past him at the door where I could see a sliver of light from the hallway peeking in. He hadn’t shut the door. “Ryker…”

“They’re my two most trusted friends. You can say no, but…” He pulled his fingers from me and held them up for me to see before putting them in his mouth. As he sucked them, he groaned, his eyes shutting for a moment before opening with a renewed heat. “I think you want to say yes.”

“They would just watch?” I whispered. “This is all so… you tricked me.”

He turned me so I was facing him, backing me against the window. “I can see how you’d think that, but I wanted you to feel what it might be like before I asked.”

I bit my lip, wondering if the honesty in his blue eyes was real or a look perfected to bend women to his will. “And if I say no?”

He cupped my cheek, the scent of me strong and reminding me of how turned on I’d been at the prospect of sharing my body with three men. “Then I lock the door and I make you come over and over again.”

I shut my eyes as he ran his thumb back and forth across my bottom lip. The escalation of events over the past thirty or so minutes was insane, and I was both terrified and excited. This could all go horribly wrong, but would it? Even if the two men joined in, I wasn’t opposed to the idea, was I?

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