The men smiled and, seeing she was a little too fired up, pulled their hands away.
Tyler whispered into her ear, “Later, my sweet slave. If you’re very good and you ask us properly, maybe that’s a need we can take care of. We did promise you anything.”
He had to be shitting her! Screw later, she wanted it now, before they changed their minds!
Thomas took the leash from Tyler and coaxed her to her feet. With his arm around her shoulder he led her to the patio where quite a few couples danced. She wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed against him. His arms automatically enveloped her.
“Dance with me, please, Master. You’ve never danced with me.”
Thomas nodded. They stood off to the side and swayed in time to the music, grinding against each other.
He pulled his cape around her. With little more than her feet and head visible, she whispered, “Do you like dancing with your slave?” She smiled when his cock twitched. “I’m assuming that’s a yes?” Point to her.
He softly growled in her ear, “This is payback for all the teasing I’ve put you through, isn’t it?”
“No, Master. This is your little slave wanting to be everything you want her to be.” She rotated her hips, feeling his reaction through his skin-tight pants and her practically non-existent costume. One of his hands skirted down her back, cupping her ass, pulling her closer.
“Goddamn, girl!” he muttered.
Tyler could thank her later for priming Thomas’ pump.
They slow danced like that for ten minutes before Tyler caught up with them. He stepped close behind her, embracing them. His granite bulge rubbed the cleft in her cheeks through the cape.
“So how is our little slave enjoying the party?” he whispered in her ear.
She tipped her head back. “Very much, Master.” She bucked her hips in a sexy roll she knew he’d feel along every inch of his throbbing cock.
Tyler skimmed his hands down the cape and found her hips, his fingers clamping around them and using the leverage to seductively grind against her backside.
“I want to see you dance with him, sugar,” Thomas growled. “Show me how hot you danced in New York.”
She gasped, shocked.
Thomas wore a playful smile. She studied his eyes for any hint of jealousy and found none.
“Of course he told me,” Thomas murmured. “I wish I’d been there to see it. God, I bet the two of you were sexy.”
Point to the boys. If Tyler had told him about their dance…
Tyler nuzzled her ear. “Yes, my sweet slave, he told me about the bike trip. We don’t keep secrets from each other.” He ran his tongue from her ear to her shoulder, where he kissed her. “Especially not about you.”
Screw getting them drunk, she’d have to get herself drunk. They couldn’t be serious, could they? They were gay! What the hell was going on?
She never knew a person could be this horny and not die, so bad it hurt, throbbing, cramping waves of need pulsating from her clit through her lower belly. She’d never tease a guy about blue balls again if this was a fraction of what it felt like.
“Dance with him, Nev,” Thomas ordered. Steamy, dark, burning passion reflected from his sweet brown eyes. Was this her playful Thomas? This man looked like he wanted to fuck her right there, and maybe would if there weren’t quite so many people around.
Like he looked in Ft.Myers.
A cool draft brushed her flesh as Thomas dropped the cape and stepped away. He handed the leash to Tyler, who took her hand and led her through the crowd to the DJ.
Tyler leaned in and said something to the DJ, then stepped to the middle of the large patio, pulling her to him. She felt the leash in his left palm as he laced his fingers through hers.
“Don’t let go of my hand,” he squeezed her right hand, pressing the leash into her flesh, “because I don’t want to choke you, right?”
As the music started, his other hand gripped her waist, his fingers scorching hot on her bare skin.
He nudged her, picking up the time, and caught her eyes. “Give us everything you’ve got, love,” he whispered. “Don’t hold back.”
As in New York, he didn’t need to tell her which dance.
Nevvie occasionally felt the leash brush her arm, but unless he was spinning her she kept her eyes on his.
The throbbing ache coursing through her pussy spread as liquid fire through her body. She danced for Tyler—and Thomas. Knowing he also watched her, she danced even harder than she had in New York.
Pete stood next to Thomas and watched.
“Aren’t they great together?” Thomas asked.
“Fuck, Tommy, I need a goddamn cigarette watching that, and I haven’t smoked in ten years.”
“I’m hoping it gets even hotter later.”
“As worked up as she is you boys could probably fuck her right here in front of everyone and she’d beg for it.”
Thomas reddened. “That obvious, huh?”
Pete shook his head. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”
“You don’t understand, Pete. We love her.”
“Funny, most guys would settle for a romantic dinner or a card, not dirty dancing on my fucking patio.”
“Tell me that’s not a beautiful sight.”
Pete blew out a long breath as Tyler and Nevvie cha cha cha’d in a tight, erotic circle while the other partygoers cheered and hooted their approval. “I’d be lying if I did. They look good.” He patted Thomas on the shoulder and leaned in close. “Tommy, remember, three’s a crowd. The asshole that coined the phrase probably had a good reason. You guys have been together a long time. Ask yourself if she’s worth risking that.”
Pete walked away. Tommy watched his lover and his love dance together. They were sexy, as if they had danced for years, like they’d loved each other for years. Tyler had dropped all illusions. His desire for Nevvie screamed in every move, every nuance of gesture.
Tom’s cock throbbed. Seeing their unmasked passion for the first time made him want her all the more. She looked like she did on their bike trip—filled with raw, basic need. Had she ever felt like that about anyone before them?
He suspected the answer was no.
Pete didn’t understand. They would make her happy, be everything she needed. Tyler could be her brainy guy, he’d be her tough guy. No one would ever hurt her again, not with the two of them protecting her. They could and would give her anything she wanted, make her happy, take care of her. Hadn’t she suffered enough in her life?
The music faded away, Nevvie’s throbbing pulse the only sound in her ears. There were no other people in her world except her boys—Tyler dancing with her, Thomas watching. She danced for them, feeling Tyler’s movements and keeping time not from the song but with his body. She danced closer, grinding against him, hoping Thomas enjoyed what he saw. For tonight, screw the consequences. They were her masters and they wanted her to dance for them.
She’d dance her ass off.
When the song ended Tyler pulled her to him while everyone went wild with applause. She thought he’d kiss her but he wrapped his arms around her and held her, breathing heavy, his heart pounding against her flesh.
Thomas stepped behind her and wrapped his arms tightly around them, his hard bulge pressing into her back. His low, growling voice in her ear electrified her. “That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” he said.
She leaned back and tipped her head to look at him. “Did I please my masters?” she panted, still trying to catch her breath.