Page 10 of An Affair In Paris (Fallen Angel 3.5)

As I shimmied out of my thong, Jagger gave his cock several rough strokes that made me want to melt at his feet. But it wasn’t until Slade stepped around from behind me to stand beside his bandmate and friend that I finally gave in and fell to my knees.

Oh my fucking God. If I’d thought Slade in clothes was an intimidating force, Slade naked was lethal. I’d always wondered about those tattoos of his and whether they decorated his entire body, and as I knelt there in Jagger’s hotel suite, I finally got my answer.

Slade had ink everywhere. Colorful designs began at his neck and trailed down his chest, arms, torso, and almost every inch of his legs. His body was a literal work of art, and I hoped I’d get a chance later to trace every line.

My eyes then trailed down to the cock I’d been grinding all over only minutes ago, and just as I suspected, Slade’s erection was thick and rigid in his hand.

Holy hell. I needed a second to comprehend all that was going on here. Not only was I about to engage in my first threesome, I was about to do it with two of the hottest men on the planet.

As that realization sank in, I looked at the two of them again from beneath my lashes, and when the swift intake of their breath hit my ears, my confidence came rushing back in full force.

I may have been with two of the hottest—and most famous—people in the world right now, but they were also with me. They’d chosen to bring me back to their hotel room, even knowing that Halo and Viper would likely kill them if they found out, and that was just the boost of courage I needed.

“You’re going to have to bring those much closer if you want anything other than your hands wrapped around them tonight, boys.”

Jagger laughed arrogantly as he stepped forward, bringing his cock within inches of my mouth. Long, thick, and dark as midnight, his dick begged for my attention, and lucky for him, I was in a giving mood. I wrapped my fingers around his length, warm and pulsing in my hand, and then I peered up at Jagger. His eyes were intent on me, and when I lowered my mouth to lick a path across his flushed head, he swore and sucked in a sharp breath. It was that reaction that spurred me on, and this time, I sucked the large tip of him inside my mouth and felt him shudder.

“Christ.” Jagger groaned and then cupped the back of my head. “That mouth…”

Slade took a step closer, finally bringing himself within touching distance. With his gaze firmly locked on what I was doing, he reached down to grip his cock, but I beat him to the punch.

Keeping one hand on Jagger’s erection, I lifted my head and looked up at Slade as I caressed the rosy skin of his dick. Arousal swirled in his eyes, his chest rising and falling in rapid pants. He was scorching hot and hard as steel in my palm, and just as I lowered my mouth to get a taste of him, the glint of metal caught my eye.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” There was a barbell with two studs on the underside of Slade’s cock. I’d never seen a piercing like that before, and I could only imagine how it would feel when he thrust himself deep inside me.

Oh God… I practically moaned as a shiver rolled through me. Wetting my lips, I leaned in and kissed the pre-cum off Slade’s head, and when the taste of him hit my tongue, it was all I could do not to devour him right then and there.

Actually…fuck it. Nothing was stopping me from taking what I wanted, and what I wanted right then was every inch of Slade’s rigid dick. I sucked him deep into my mouth, until he hit the back of my throat, and as I did, I worked Jagger’s cock with my hand.

The groans from both men were so erotic, their attention so focused on me, that if they’d touched me right then, I would’ve detonated.

I swirled my tongue around Slade’s head, making sure to massage the sensitive piercing as I did, causing a string of guttural curses. Grinning, I moved back to Jagger, letting my hand do the work for Slade this time, relishing having these two men at my mercy.

Damn, they were sexy as hell. The way they sounded, the way they tasted, the way their muscles flexed as I worked them over. I committed it all to memory, because I knew tonight was going to obliterate everything and everyone that had come before it.

Jagger growled as I swallowed him down as far as I could, and then the hand he had in my hair tightened and gently pulled me away. He was breathing hard, like it had taken him every last ounce of strength to keep from finishing down my throat.

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