Page 52 of Puck Yes

“I fucking love them. Bet you jerk off and come on her back.”

My head swims with dirty images. “That sounds so hot,” I blurt out.

Stefan laughs, clearly pleased with the scene he’s painting. “Yeah, I thought you’d like that. But have some patience, sweetheart.” He tilts his head, regards me, like he’s devising a new plan. “You’re a little exhibitionist, aren’t you?”

My lips part, but I say nothing. I feel caught. I’m just beginning to understand this side of myself. “I don’t know.”

“Let’s find out,” Hayes says, then drags his gaze away from me, turning his face to the floor-to-ceiling windows and the glittering lights of the city below. “Want to give the city a show?”

Hayes knows I do. I told him as much before he left to fetch his friend. But it’s empowering to say it out loud.

“Yes. I want that.”

Hayes lifts me off Stefan’s lap then brings me to the windows. “Need this off now,” Hayes demands in a gruff tone, grabbing at my cami, tugging it over my head. Stefan strolls over, stripping off his shirt as he walks. After tossing it on the floor, he unbuttons the top button on his jeans. When he reaches me, he tugs down my sleep shorts.

“Yessss,” he says, admiring my panties.

I didn’t come to Vegas expecting sex, so I’m wearing basic cotton undies—a pair of sky-blue low-rise panties. But they’re visibly wet. He kneels before me, sliding them down to my ankles, then off, while Hayes yanks off his shirt.

Hayes comes to my side, staring salaciously at my breasts, gaze lasered in on the right one with the silver barbell through it. “Been obsessed with this since the day I knew you had one,” he says, flicking it.

I moan. The chain reaction begins. Another flick, and I gasp louder.

“You’ll be obsessed with this too,” Stefan says, then tosses my panties up at him.

Oh.

Well.

I wasn’t expecting that either. Or for Hayes to bring my panties to his nose. He draws a deep, hungry inhale, then growls before he tosses them on the floor.

I’m even wetter, but I’m also the only one naked. And I feel…exposed. A little uncertain. They’re so good at this, and I’m such a rookie. “What are we doing now?” I ask, glancing at the glass next to me.

The city is lit up after dark. Even though it’s the middle of the night, cabs and cars cruise along the Strip, taking partiers to their next destinations, bringing others to the end of their evenings at last.

Across from us is the other tower to this hotel. Hayes spins me around. “Hands up against the window,” he tells me, then positions me in full view of Las Vegas. Stefan moves so he’s kneeling between me and the window.

I know what they’re going to do to me, and I’m so wet it’s obscene.

All of Vegas can see my naked body.

To anyone out there, I’m just another girl up against the glass. To me, I’m finally a girl who’swanteddesperately. Anyone can see how wanted I am. Anyone can watch us. We’re far away from prying eyes. I don’t think peeping Toms could tell who we are—or that they’d care, frankly—but no doubt someone out there is walking past a window, doing a double take, calling over a friend or a partner, then whispering, “Hey, check that out across the Strip.”

Then, they’ll watch three people getting it on in full view.

Why does this idea excite me so much? Someone watching me? Have I always been an exhibitionist and didn’t know it till I spotted Hayes on the rooftop? Till he asked me my kink? Till Stefan walked into the chapel earlier tonight and unlocked it fully for me? Have I subconsciously craved eyes on me this whole time?

I don’t know the answer. But the possibility that someone in the city of sin can see how muchtwo menwant me is electrifying. That’s not all though. I hope the world can tell how intoxicated I am onthem.

Because I am simply drunk on this new desire.

Hayes moves my hair to the side of my shoulder and drags a finger down the back of my neck while Stefan kisses right above my knees.

“You’re making it hard to think,” I murmur.

Stefan dusts his lips to the inside of my thigh. “Don’t think. Just feel. Just let yourself be the greedy girl you are. That’s who you can be with us. Be that girl.”

God, I think I will. My whole body hums as Stefan kisses up my thighs while Hayes’s big hands come around and cup my tits. The sound he makes is nothing I’ve ever heard before. It’s a low, dirty rumble, masculine and demanding as he slides his thumb across my piercing, then bites out: “Do you have any idea how crazy this has made me since the equipment room?”

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