Douglas and Neil exchanged amused looks.
“This is the best conversation I’ve ever had,” Neil said, seeming to have recovered his sense of humour. I liked him better this way — my familiar old friend instead of the one who might have gotten away.
I stuck my tongue out at them. “Just drive, please.”
“Certainly, ma’am,” the driver said. “We should be in Las Vegas in a little under three hours. Let me know if you need anything.”
“I wouldn’t mind doing a little less talking,” Douglas said. “I think actions speak louder than words.”
I heard something in his voice that promised pleasure. For me. The combination of champagne and familiarity had left me utterly without inhibitions.
“What would you like to do, Douglas?” I asked, raising my hips to Alex’s questing hand. Alex obliged me by sliding his hand down the front of my panties and giving my bare pussy a squeeze.
Douglas slipped to his knees on the floor of the limo. “I’d like to have my mouth too full to talk.”
“Seems like she’s already occupied,” Neil commented. Whatever his feelings for me, he was clearly enjoying the show.
As if by silent agreement, Alex withdrew his hand from my panties and pulled the lacy fabric to the side. My bare, bikini-waxed — and increasingly wet — pussy was exposed to Douglas’ view. He moved forwards between my legs, pushing my knees apart with his hands. I squirmed on the seat, my pulse quickening in anticipation of what was to come. But Douglas made me wait. He stared at my exposed pussy, nostrils flaring as if he was taking in my scent. He was so close that I could feel the warmth of his breath on my aroused flesh. The silence in the limo was almost tangible — even the road sounds seemed to have faded beneath the pounding of my heart.
“Lick her,” Alex said, giving voice to my silent plea. “She’s dying for it.”
Douglas looked into my eyes, one eyebrow cocked, as if seeking my permission.
I nodded. “Please.”
His tongue felt like velvet on my engorged sex. With the broad flat of his tongue, he lapped at me. I moaned, raising my hips to his mouth, wanting more. He licked me slowly, as if we were alone and had all the time in the world, his tongue dipping between the valley of my pussy lips and up over my swollen clit. Again and again, he licked me with those slow, methodical strokes designed to torment me even while they gave me pleasure. I moved my hips against his mouth, seeking more.
Alex slipped the strap of my dress over my shoulder, exposing my breast. Then he dipped his head to suck my nipple into his mouth. I moaned, tugging the other strap down and cupping my breasts, offering them to Alex’s lips. Douglas shifted lower, hooking my legs over his shoulders as he devoured me with his mouth.
I looked at Neil. He watched the three of us, his expression one of barely controlled lust as his hand moved slowly over his crotch. It excited me to know he was watching — an observer rather than a participant. I wanted more, though. I wanted to see him stroke himself. I opened my mouth to say just that, but Alex chose that moment to flick my clit with his finger as Douglas dipped his tongue between the lips of my pussy. I moaned, the combination of sensations driving me out of my mind and to the brink of orgasm. I tucked my head against Alex’s shoulder, my eyes fluttering closed as I pushed my aroused body at the two men who pleasured me.
“She’s going to come,” Alex said. “Lick her faster.”
Douglas’ tongue licked along my wet opening while Alex stroked my clitoris with his fingertips. I clutched at Douglas’ hair and tightened my thighs around his bent head. Every muscle in my body went taut, my damp skin feeling hypersensitive in my arousal. Then Douglas sucked my clit — and Alex’s finger — into his mouth and I came.
“Oh, yes!” I gasped, nearly sliding off the seat as my orgasm slammed into me. “Oh God!”
“You naughty little girl. Come hard for us,” Alex whispered in my ear. “Come on his tongue. Show us what a very bad girl you are.”
I rode wave after wave of orgasm as Douglas nursed gently at my throbbing clit. Alex rubbed his wet fingertip over my nipple and sucked it into his mouth again, his soft moan telling me just how much he was enjoying the experience. When I gently nudged Douglas away from my sensitive clit, his mouth shiny with my wetness. He grinned and licked his lips. “Delicious.”
“Thanks,” I said, feeling a little light-headed.
Alex squeezed my pussy again.
“So juicy. I don’t think you’re done.”
I shook my head. “I don’t think so either.”
Douglas moved my legs off his shoulders and shifted on to the bench seat beside me. Now, Alex and Douglas sat on either side of me while our silent observer sat across from us. If Neil felt left out of our debauchery, he didn’t show it. He smiled, sipping his beer and looking from my face to my still spread legs.
I took a steadying breath, my pulse still throbbing. “This is turning out to be quite a bachelorette party.”
“If you were a guy, we would be at a strip club right now buying you lap dances from pretty girls pretending to get off,” Alex said.
“Pretty girls stripping for me.” I contemplated that for a moment. “That wouldn’t have been so bad. But sexy boys stripping and getting off for me would be infinitely more fun, I think.”
For the first time — perhaps ever — I think I shocked them. Alex and Douglas went very still on either side of me. Neil glanced through the tinted window at the darkness racing by. I giggled at their sudden incongruous modesty.
“C’mon, you have seen each other naked at the gym countless times,” I said. “What’s the big deal about getting naked for me?”
There was a lot of throat clearing and looking anywhere but at me, while I shook my head in feminine disgust. Men who thought nothing of revealing the naughtiest, kinkiest details of their sex lives, not to mention watching me expose myself and writhe in pleasure in front of them, were suddenly shy schoolboys when it came to stripping down in front of each other.
Alex was the first to break the awkward silence. “Naked and, er — naked — are two different things.” He gestured towards his lap where his erection made an impressive tent. “I wouldn’t want to intimidate these guys, after all.”
“Yeah, right,” Douglas snorted. “That’s the reason I don’t want to strip in front of you — I’m intimidated by your enormous dick.”
“Mmm,” I murmured, running one fingertip along the hard ridge of flesh in Alex’s pants. “Enormous dick. I vaguely remember. .”
Alex snorted. “Vaguely? I’d think it would be etched in your memory.”
While the three of us were joking around, Neil watched and kept silent. I studied him as Alex and Douglas continued to trade barbs about the size of their equipment. Though his body appeared relaxed, with his legs stretched out in front of him and his arms across the back of the seat, he was staring at me hungrily. I liked the way he looked at me, as if I were the only thing that could satisfy him. It reminded me of Simon.
“You’re awfully quiet,” I said. “What do you think, Neil?”
He shrugged. “It’s your party, babe. If you want me to get naked and jerk off, I’ll get naked and jerk off.”
Suddenly, I lost all interest in Alex and Douglas. They were familiar, predictable. Men’s men. Or boys’ boys. They’d goad each other into doing something neither of them would willingly do on his own. On the other hand, Neil — whom I had always assumed to be the more prudish of the three — was willing to do whatever I wanted without coaxing or bribery. I loved it.
“That would be. . delicious,” I said, searching for just the right word. “You’d do that for me?”
Neil nodded solemnly. “If that’s what you want.”
“I guess Neil is the only one who wants to make me happy,” I teased.
Douglas and Alex were quiet, sitting on either side of me like silent bodyguards. I could almost feel the tension in the confined space as they contemplated what Neil was agreeing to do — and what they didn’t want to do. Neither wanted to back down, especially when they thought they had the upper hand over Neil, who had missed out on the fun thus far. Their desire for whatever kinky games might transpire once they were naked was still outweighed by their heterosexual drive to be the only man in play.