Page 3 of Jagger

“Oh c’mon.” Desi advances toward me, snatching the cap from my grip. “We’re all alone in here and it's my birthday. Why not make the most of it?”

“Cause we’ve got fifteen minutes,” I reiterate.

“And?” she hedges.

“And it’s not possible.”

“Anything is possible,” Kat chimes in, and in one swift move the two of them have effectively pushed me onto the couch, devilish grins set firmly in place.

With Desi on one leg and Kat on the other, I observe as they watch me with playful gazes that strike my curiosity.

Fuck it.

“Have you two done this before?”

Double and Trouble shake their heads, stained lips caught between their teeth.

“Have you at least kissed?” I press.

Desi’s quick to shake her head again, while Kat nods, backhanding her best friend’s arm.

“Don't lie, bitch,” she hisses, to which Desi rolls her eyes.

“Fine, we have. But we were drunk and it was a dare, so I don't see how that counts.”

“Oh, it counts.” I grin, my eyes flickering between the two.

This is gonna be fun.

“Would you have done it if it wasn't a dare?”

Kat and Desi glance at one other, matching smirks slowly curling their lips.

“I'll take that as a yes.” I trail my fingertips up their thighs to the curve of their waists. “Come here.”

“Who?” asks Kat.

“Both of you.”

I know damn well I shouldn’t be doing this, but I’m obviously not going to be dancing, so fuck it all. They want me, and they’re honestly too damn sexy to turn down.

A little taste never hurt anyone.

Trapping their chins in my hands, I reel them in, our lips brushing simultaneously, grazing and exploring at a leisure pace with teasing tongues in between. When I nip, they suck, soft moans bubbling in their throats the more hungered our kiss becomes. I indulge for just a second longer before melting into the plush leather couch to enjoy the little show taking place on my lap. I’m enraptured by the sight of them; the delicate way in which they kiss, how every swipe of their tongues is a direct connect to my dick, jerking me beneath the rough fabric of my jeans. Their playful giggles assure my semi hasn't gone unnoticed and, apparently, its presence only fuels them on in their conquest. Kat thrusts her fingers into Desi’s hair at the same moment Desi fists the seams of Kay’s dress, both of them tugging the other closer. They’re pressed so tightly together, I’m sure not even a sheet of paper could slip between them.

Tearing my eyes away from them is not by any means easy, but the clock on the wall burns a damn hole through my head. Keeping track of time is a constant habit whenever I work VIP, and much to my fucking dismay, our session is due to end any minute now.

“Ladies,” I say quietly, swatting first Kat’s ass, then Desi’s.

They squeal in delight and turn toward me, lips swollen, cheeks flushed a perfect pink, eyes glittering with mischief.

“Times up.”

Sexy little pouts claim their lips as Kat whines, “Nooo.”

I nod against my better judgment, silently cursing Betty for her fifteen-minute rule. “Yes.”

“Jag, pleaseee,” Desi whimpers.

“We can't, not here.”

“Then come back to our hotel,” she blurts out, to which Kat nods enthusiastically. “We’re literally down the street from here.”

Glancing between them with the opportunity for one hell of night dangling just within reach, I decide to take it. You didn’t really think I’d turn them down now, did you?

“Fine, but we don't close until 3 am.”

“We’ll be up,” Kat assures me. “Room 394.”

Room 394 it is then…

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