Foster growled.
Pike pushed away from the couch, and Foster turned me into his arms, standing up and lifting me with him. I linked my arms around his neck again and caught his gaze. The stark need that filled those sea glass eyes seemed to reach inside me and twist everything into something new and different. Unrecognizable. I knew then that whatever happened next, I’d never be the same. Even if it was just this one night. This man would change me.
Maybe already had.
He carried me toward the bedroom, Pike ahead of us. And I tore my gaze away from Foster’s, the connection almost too powerful to bear. For the first time since walking in, I noticed the elegant creams and golds of the suite, the refined decor, the fresh flowers. Every detail had been finely attended to. It was romantic. And expensive. Fit for a honeymoon.
Or a girl losing her virginity.
“I’ve been imagining this for a long time,” Foster confessed as he stepped into the large bedroom.
I smiled, warmth spreading through me, the feeling of rightness settling in my gut. “So have I, Foster.”
So have I.
Foster set me on my feet in the bedroom and didn’t let go until he made sure I was steady. He brushed my hair away from my face, his expression unreadable in the combination of soft lamplight and shadows. “Undress me.”
It was a simple request, but hell if it didn’t make a ripple of Oh, my God, yes go through me. I lifted my hands, my fingers almost forgetting how to work as I reached for the buttons on his shirt. How many times had I pictured his naked body in my fantasies? When I’d hear Foster come in late, I’d lie there in bed, holding my breath and listening to the sounds he made. The TV turning on, the plunk of shoes coming off and hitting the floor. I’d imagine his clothes sliding off of him, the hard muscle and planes of his body coming into view. My eyes would shut and without pausing to think, I’d trace my hand down my belly, below the band of my panties, and pretend it was his touch instead of mine.
As I reached the bottom button, Foster put a finger beneath my chin, tilting my face toward him. “What are you thinking about, angel?”
In the corner of my eye, I saw Pike sit on the edge of the bed, his attention fixed on the two of us. Nerves crept in, making my skin go hot then clammy.
I tried to look away from Foster, but he tapped my chin. “No you don’t. Look at me and tell me without filtering.”
I forced my focus upward and tried to swallow past my parched throat. My cheeks burned hot—guilt and shame, my old Catholic friends, pumping through me. But I was not going to chicken out now. If I wanted people to stop treating me like I was a naive little girl, I needed to stop acting like one. “I was thinking about how many times I’ve touched myself while listening to you get undressed in your room, how many times I’ve imagined you naked.”
His grip on my chin tightened, and his jaw flexed, the pleased look in his eye its own reward. “I think we’ve both imagined things long enough, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” I said, the words quivery in the quiet room. This is going to happen. This is really going to happen.
I pushed his shirt off his shoulders, letting my fingers travel over the ripples and dips of his pecs and shoulders. Hard muscle and hot skin. The shirt hit the floor, and I went to the button on his jeans, knowing that if I stopped moving, I’d start questioning myself. So without examining the urge, I lowered myself to my knees and pulled down the zipper. The thick outline of his erection pressed against the denim—intimidating and enticing all at once. I grabbed the waist of his pants and lowered them along with his boxer briefs. His cock slipped free, hard and heavy with arousal. I bit my lip so the gasp wouldn’t escape.
I’d seen a naked man a time or two before, had fooled around with a few guys. And I had definitely looked at more than my share of illicit photos on the Internet. But I’d never been this close, this intimate. It’d always been hands fumbling around in the dark while making out. And he was definitely bigger than any guy I’d been with before. Just the sight of him had everything inside me stirring and aching. I couldn’t remember ever being so desperate to touch and taste a man. I wanted to explore every inch of him, wanted to feel the dark thatch of hair beneath my fingers, wanted to feel the soft skin against my cheek, in my mouth.
Foster ran a hand over my hair. “Hope reality lives up to the fantasy.”
I looked up to finding him with a teasing smile. I shrugged, though it took everything inside me to appear casual. “This’ll do.”
He laughed. “Smartass.”
“No, smart girl.” Pike stood, coming to my side. He’d undone the button on his own jeans, giving me a peek beneath. No underwear, just smooth, hard belly behind the zipper. “He doesn’t need any help with his ego.”
Foster sniffed.
Pike stepped behind me, sifting his fingers through my hair. “Do you want to taste him?”
I curled my fingers against my thighs, nerves pushing through again. What if I screwed it all up now? One wrong move and I’d expose exactly what I was most trying to hide. “I want to, but I’m not very experienced at this.”
Or experienced at all.
Pike reached around and cupped my jaw with a gentle hold. “Don’t worry, beautiful. I’ll guide you. Take him in your mouth. Believe me, you can’t do anything wrong, except teeth.”
I lifted my gaze to Foster, to find the smile had left his face, replaced by hard-edged desire. “Keep your eyes on me while you do it, angel.”
I licked my lips, my fingernails cutting into my palms. I wanted to get this right, wanted to bring him as much pleasure as the two of them had given me already. But with my complete lack of experience, I feared I’d be a disappointment. How could I compare to all those pretty girls I’d seen come and go from their apartment over the last two years?
But before my anxiety could steal away with my nerve, Pike eased my head forward, guiding me over Foster’s cock and taking away my choice—just like I’d asked. My lips parted, and I took Foster into my mouth, holding his eye contact as he slid inside. The salt and musk of his skin painted my tongue and filled my senses, his flavor and scent like potent aphrodisiacs dumped into my bloodstream. God, I hadn’t known what to expect, but liking the taste surprised me. My friend Bailey had always made blow jobs sound like a chore. But having Foster pushing along my tongue felt like anything but. It felt like a privilege.
A new rush of desire pulsed between my legs, making me moan around Foster as I brought him as far to the back of my throat as I could manage.
“Ah, God,” he said, his voice like soft, warm strokes to my skin. “That’s it, angel. Perfect. Touch me while you do it.”
Emboldened by the feedback, I lifted my hands and tracked up and down his thighs, feeling the hard muscles there, the tension. He ran every morning and it showed. The thought had a spark of self-consciousness blooming through me. Had he expected me to be this built? I was soft everywhere he was hard, my curvy figure something I’d never been able to change even when I did get on a regular exercise
