Page 207 of Theirs to Desire (Club M: Boxed Set)

“Everything’s fine,” Julian replies calmly. “Shall we eat? There are French fries in the air fryer, burgers on the barbecue, and I just have to dress the salad.”

“How long was I gone for?” Damien asks ruefully. “Never mind, don’t tell me. Sophia, can I get you a drink?”

I hold up my half-empty glass of wine. “Already have one.”

Damien smiles slowly. “Well then. I’ll have to hurry if I’m going to catch up.”

We eat dinner outside. The light is waning, a gentle breeze blows in off the lake, and the view of the sunset is spectacular. Not that I really look. My attention—my focus—is on Julian and Damien.

There are a lot of long, lingering looks exchanged during the meal. Our fingers brush. Under the table, our knees collide. We make conversation, but if you ask me what we talked about, I couldn't tell you.

The night grows darker. One glass of wine becomes two. Like I said before, I'm not a lightweight. It's not the alcohol that's making me feel fluttery and breathless. It’s them.

My body trembles in painful anticipation.

After dinner, I offer to help Damien with the dishes, but he declines.

Julian and I end up in the living room while Damien clears up.

He pours the last of the wine into my glass and then sprawls on the sectional.

He looks relaxed, but there’s a predatory gleam in his eyes that sets my heart racing.

“Come here, Sophia,” he says, patting his lap.

“Oh God, yes,” I blurt out. “I thought you'd never ask.”

He chuckles softly. “You know what I like about you? You're not coy. You're never coy. It's refreshing.”

I could tell him that women are coy because when they express their desires, society calls them sluts. Then again, I actually want to get laid tonight, so instead of saying something indignant about the patriarchy, I move closer to Julian.

He tugs me onto his lap.

Damien looks up. “Should I leave?”

Not this again. “What is the matter with the two of you?” I demand. “First, Julian asks if he should go, and now it’s you. Do I have to spell it out?”

It was a rhetorical question, and I didn't expect Damien to answer, but he does.

“The last time we had a threesome, you stopped talking to us. You wouldn't pick up your phone. Sure, I could have found you, and Julian could have as well. But there’s a fine line between persistence and stalking, and I would never want to make you uncomfortable. For ten years, I thought the reason you disappeared was that you regretted what we did.” His eyes are on mine.

“This time, I don't want to make any mistakes.”

Julian strokes my neck as Damien talks. Heat coils through my core as his fingers tangle in my hair. His touch is maddeningly light, and I want more. So much more. There’s no point pretending I don’t want them because I do. My nipples are hard, my pussy is wet, and I ache for them.

I force my brain to cooperate. “But now you know it wasn’t the threesome. That’s not why I avoided you.”

“I do,” Damien agrees.

Julian undoes one of my shirt buttons. His fingers brush my nipples through the fabric. I bite back my moan and lean into his touch. “More,” I whisper. “Please. . .”

Damien’s still in the kitchen. What the hell is he waiting for, a handwritten invitation? “Are you going to join us, or are you just going to watch?”

He finally moves. “Fuck the dishes,” he replies, stalking over to the couch. His smile turns hungry, feral. “I want to watch,” he growls. “I want to participate. I want everything.”

I tilt my head back and look up at Damien. The air between us is charged with tension. For a long moment, he stares at me as if he can’t quite believe I’m here, and then his lips crash into mine.

Oh fuck yes.

He kisses me as if he can’t get enough of me. As if he’s been wandering the desert, and I’m his oasis. I’ve seen Damien’s dominant side. This is something else. This is predatory in the best possible way. This is a claiming.

He nibbles my lower lip and licks the seam, demanding entrance. I open my mouth with a hum of pleasure, and his tongue slides in as if he belongs there.

Every nerve in my body is ablaze. A shiver runs through me. I sit on one man’s lap and kiss another, and it’s hot and filthy and perfect.

Julian unbuttons my shirt and spreads it open. His hands cup my aching breasts, squeezing them hard. He rolls my nipples between his fingers, and I arch in response and whimper into Damien’s mouth.

Damien pulls back with a groan and surveys me with hot eyes. I’m not wearing a bra underneath the shirt, but I wasn’t brave enough to forgo my panties. From the expression on his face and the way he’s drinking me in, it doesn’t seem to matter.

Then he looks up at Julian. “Can you hold her legs open?” he asks, his voice deliberately casual. His lips curve into a wicked grin. “From what I remember, she likes to clamp them shut when she’s close.”

He’s speaking about me like I’m not there, and fuck me, that’s hot. So hot I almost don’t register his actual words. “You remember that about me?” I ask, shocked. It’s been ten years, after all.

“I remember everything about that night,” Damien responds. He tugs me closer, moves the coffee table out of the way, and kneels in front of me. Julian puts his hands on my thighs and spreads me open. Damien pushes my panties aside, and then. . .

And then his fingers part my folds. His mouth is on my pussy, and all thought flees my brain. Nothing is left except sensation and blistering hot pleasure.

Julian wraps his big, callused hand around my neck. Desire jolts up my spine. He’s not squeezing my throat, and I trust him not to do anything that would put me in danger.

But if he wanted to, he could.

Is it messed up that that turns me on?

Damien’s tongue laps my slit. “So wet already,” he breathes. He pulls his head back, watching me with an openly appreciative look on his face. “So fucking wet, and we’ve barely started.”

With one finger, he slowly rubs circles around my swollen clit. A shudder of arousal runs through my body.

I moan softly, and Julian chuckles, his breath warm against my ear. “Damien wants to hear you scream,” he murmurs. “But I think you should make him work for it.” He tilts my head, and his lips find mine. His tongue slides into my mouth, and he swallows my moans.

“I’m up for the challenge,” Damien replies, a thread of laughter running through his words. “Bring it on.”

Again, oh fuck yes.

Damien yanks my panties down my hips. He bends his head back to my pussy, and his tongue works with a vengeance. He licks me and sucks my clit. I have to grit my teeth to keep from crying out. “Yes,” I whimper into Julian’s mouth. This is so hot. So filthy. “Don’t stop?—”

Julian’s hands squeeze my breasts; his fingers pinch and pluck my nipples. He pulls away from my mouth long enough to ask a question. “How hard do you want it, Sophia?” he growls. “How rough do you want me to be?”

A shiver runs through me as I remember that night at the club. Julian might look easy-going and mild-mannered, but I learned at Club M that he has a wicked, twisted imagination.

And I loved everything he did to me. “Hard. Don’t go easy on me.”

He rubs an engorged nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “Like this?”

“More.”

He squeezes harder, and delicious pain winds through my body.

Damien thrusts two fingers into my dripping pussy, and I moan louder.

His tongue. . . his fingers. . . A hot wave of arousal washes over me.

He twists his fingers inside me, searching for my G-spot, and when he finds it, I nearly explode.

My muscles clamp down on him. The sensations are exquisite.

Julian seems to decide I can keep my legs spread open on my own and transfers his attention to my breasts, his rough hands squeezing them. His fingers pinch my nipples, hard enough to make me gasp, soft enough to make me beg for more. Damien’s tongue presses down on my clit, and I see stars.

A white haze of desire envelops me. Pleasure assaults me from every direction.

I writhe on Julian’s lap. I can feel his erection against my ass, and I grind on it, shameless in my need.

I’m falling into a familiar, tight spiral.

Each time Damien’s clever tongue flicks my clit, relentless pressure builds inside of me.

“You want to come?” Julian demands. “Ask for permission.”

My nerve endings are on fire. I am a river of need. Lust pounds through me, a relentless drumbeat. I can’t hold this orgasm back. I cannot. I will shatter. “Please,” I gasp. “I need?—”

Damien adds a third finger, stretching me in an almost painful way. He sucks my clit between his teeth, and that pushes me over the edge. I barely hear Julian’s voice telling me to come, and I explode.

I slump against Julian’s back, absolutely drained. It takes a few minutes before I can make myself move. I start to get up, and Julian’s grip around my waist tightens. “Going somewhere?”

There’s an unspoken question there. “I’m not leaving, if that’s what you’re asking me,” I retort. “Damien just went down on me. I thought I should return the favor.” I give him a cheeky grin. “Unless you don’t want to wait your turn.”

Julian’s lips tilt up in a smile. There’s a gleam in his eyes that bodes trouble for me. “Don’t worry about me,” he says, his tone innocent. “I can keep myself occupied.”

“Why do I have a feeling you’re planning something?”

Damien laughs out loud. He moves back to the couch, his cock straining against his trousers. “Because he is, Sophia.” His eyes meet mine. “If you’re up for it, that is.”

I look at Julian. “What do you have in mind?”

He tilts his head and surveys me thoughtfully. “Some light bondage. Some sensation play. You can tell me to stop anytime you want, and I will.”

I just came. I should be orgasmed out. But when Julian quirks his eyebrow at me, fresh heat curls through my body. “Sensation play,” I whisper, my throat dry. “Like a riding crop?”

Damien shakes his head. “I don’t have a collection of toys here,” he says. “But Julian will undoubtedly improvise.”

No collection of toys. Does that mean he doesn’t bring women back here? I don’t know why that thought fills me with pleasure. I shouldn’t care what either of them does. We’re not in a relationship; I have no business feeling possessive.

Julian’s waiting for me to respond. Why am I even hesitating? There’s not the slightest bit of doubt in my mind. I want this.

“Count me in.”

His eyes gleam with anticipation. “Good,” he says, lifting me off his lap and setting me on the couch. “Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be right back.”

He disappears up the stairs, leaving me alone with Damien. The moment has the potential to get awkward, but Damien being Damien, doesn’t let it. “Sophia,” he says with a groan. “I’m having the world’s biggest case of blue balls. Help me out here, baby.”

A thrill shoots through me. “Are you telling me to suck you off?”

“I’m asking,” he corrects. “Very nicely.”

I slide off the couch and get on my knees. Damien kindly offers me a cushion, and I give him a suspicious look. “Why are you being nice?”

“I’m a considerate guy,” he says, his lips twitching. He strips off his clothes, quickly and efficiently. I try not to drool as his thick erect cock bobs into view, but it’s hard.

“Also,” he continues. “You’re going to have my cock in your mouth, and you have teeth. Best not to take any chances.”

I giggle like a teenager. This feels so good. The orgasm was amazing, and, don’t get me wrong, amazing orgasms are hard to find, but so is joking during sex. I don’t know why I feel so comfortable with Damien and Julian. I don’t know why I feel so safe with them.

But I do, and it was the same ten years ago.

I kneel on the cushion and settle between his legs, openly ogling his thick cock. He’s leaned back on the couch, his big thighs splayed open, his erection jutting straight up. A drop of precum beads on the head, and I lick it up with the tip of my tongue.

Damien groans out loud. “Sophia,” he grinds out. “You’re killing me here.”

The ragged edge in his voice makes me feel powerful. Makes me feel like a goddess. “Good.” Then I lean forward and slowly, delicately, take him into my mouth.

He throws his head back. “Oh fuck yes,” he hisses. “Do that again. Wrap your pretty lips around my cock.”

I lick his head again like I’m licking an ice cream cone. “That sounded more like an order to me.” I look up at him through my lashes. “I like when you order me around.”

Heat flares in his eyes. “Is that so?” he says silkily. “I’ll have to remember that.” He wraps his hand around the back of my head and tugs me forward. “Now, Sophia.”

He slides into my mouth. I open wide and take him deeper, tracing my tongue up his shaft before pulling back and trailing small kisses all over his length.

Then, when his hips are thrusting in the air and his hands are fisted at his sides, I lick the underside from the base to the head and suck him in as deep as I can, hollowing my cheeks to increase the suction.

His breathing is shallow, uneven. His face is etched with arousal, and his hands grip my shoulders. He looks the way I feel. Feverish with lust, undone by it.

I hear footsteps. “Well, well,” a low, intent voice says. “I see you couldn’t wait.”

Oh shit. Julian.

I whip my head free and stare at the other man.

Is he annoyed?