Page 37 of Indulgence
He was already upstairs waiting for us.
We were doing this.
There was another man waiting upstairs to have sex with Matteo and me.
Holy shit.
“Ready?” he asked, holding a hand for me to take.
Glancing down, I saw that my nipples had stiffened into hard peaks under the purple satin of my cocktail dress. I was more than ready.
This was happening.
Matteo helped me from the high bar stool and placed his hand on the small of my back as he guided me toward the elevator. We exited on the third floor and strode down the hall, stopping in front of room three fourteen.
“Take a deep breath,” Matteo said as he fished something out of his pocket. It was a black silk sleep mask. “I’m going to slip this over your eyes now. You can choose if or when it comes off. Just know that you are in good hands. I trust him and you do too.” I had to force myself not to ask who was waiting for us again. “Remember, you can stop this at any point if you don’t like it or you feel uncomfortable. I may have planned it, but you’re in charge, okay, love?”
I nodded, swallowing the fresh bout of nerves trying to claw their way up from my stomach. The material of the mask was a gentle caress as Matteo slid it into place over my eyes. “Do you remember your safe word?”
Even though we weren’t dipping a toe into the depth of the BDSM world, Matteo wanted me to choose a safe word that couldn’t be ignored or confused or misconstrued. I had glanced around the room and picked the first thing I saw that wouldn’t ever be used when having sex was. “Banana.”
Matteo’s body shifted and then there was a softbeepfollowed by aclickand I knew he had just slipped the keycard into the slot on the door.
Having my sight taken from me enhanced all my other senses. The sounds of our footsteps on the carpet echoed like claps of thunder. The inhale and exhale count ramped up with the third person in the vicinity. The air was thick with lust. My body temperature rose with the extra burst of pheromones and adrenaline.
Someone came to a stop behind me, warming my exposed back. “You look so sexy,” Matteo told me before placing a kiss on my neck. “Doesn’t she look sexy?”
Something cracked open inside me at his acknowledgment of the other person in the room. A heady bout of arousal mixed with hunger surged through me, swirling like a tropical storm in my lower belly.
The other man mumbled a quiet, “Uh-huh,” before the tips of slightly calloused fingers ran down my left forearm as slightly softer fingertips ran down my right one.
Goose bumps danced across both arms and shimmied down my back.
The strap of my dress was slid down one arm and then the other strap followed.
We were jumping right in.
The bodice of the dress sat at my waist; my breasts exposed to the too-cool air of the room.
The other man hummed a pleased tune as Matteo wrapped his arms around me and cupped my heavy breasts before lifting them to our friend.
An offering, if you will.
“She loves when you play with them,” he told the man, who wasted no time pulling one of my nipples into his mouth. The difference in his touch versus Matt’s was there. He was a bit hesitant, not as steadfast but also eager and greedy as his fingers dug into my hips.
His fingers relaxed quickly, and he began running them up and down my side and along the skin just under where my dress had settled. “Take it off,” Matteo ordered him. I missed the warmth of his mouth as the other man pulled away. Matteo’s hands left my breasts and guided my chin back toward him so he could capture my lips with his. My dress slipped down my legs, and the material caressed my skin all the way until it laid soft around my ankles.
One at a time, the man lifted each of my high-heeled feet, and my dress was no more. Pads of his fingers trailed up the outside of my legs as Matteo deepened the kiss, silently asserting his dominance in the situation. The other man was touching me, but Matteo was consuming me.
Matteo broke the kiss, leaving me dizzy and breathless. “Lean your head back on my shoulder.”
I complied with zero hesitation.
A few moments later, sensation overloaded my body. My skin was hot and cold as two sets of lips kissed me, and two sets of hands touched me. Matteo’s touch was easily identifiable because of his position behind me and by how it seemed to direct the other.
The man’s fingers toyed with my nipples while Matteo’s touch drifted lower. His expert finger slid right between my folds. Back and forth.
“You’re so wet, my love,” he cooed in my ear as the other man’s mouth returned to my breasts. “You feel like fire. Do you like all this raw male attention focused solely on you? Do you like making our dicks hard with your little moans and the smell of your arousal?”
