It wasn’t until Yasmine's horrified gaze locked on mine from across the room that I remembered that I was at a wedding and not in the back room at a strip club. Of course, I would have preferred the latter. But there was no mistaking the judgment in her stare, and I couldn’t deny she’d had a right to judge. I was basically having a public threesome during the most magical day of this woman’s life, and I hadn’t even thought twice about my behavior until then.
I spun Burgundy Dress to face me and pulled her in close as I turned slightly so I could see the girl who had been behind me too. Thank fuck. She was just as hot as the other one. “You ladies wanna take this somewhere else?” I asked over the music, though it was more of a demand than a request. I was so fucking hard, I thought I might explode. And I was pretty sure I could get one of these chicks to at least give me a hand job in the bathroom. But convincing both of them to have a little fun would be ringing in the new year with quite a bang, so to speak. The last time I’d had a three-way was the night I’d gotten drafted to the NHL. God, chicks’ll do anything for professional athletes.
But it occurred to me that I wasn’t one anymore. So, when the two agreed to my proposition, I couldn’t contain my excitement. With an arm around each of their waists, I led us past my table, where I picked up my jacket and said goodbye to Brian, who could barely hold his head up enough to lick cake off his plate like a puppy. “Don’t wait up, sweetheart,” I winked as I slapped him hard on the back and then strutted past him out the ballroom doors.
I walked us briskly down a hall to our right that looked like it might have some discreet locations available. I pulled on a few door handles, but was disappointed to find them all locked. Briefly, I thought about getting us a room, but I wasn’t sure if these girls were worth $400 a night. I silently cursed Gary for not picking a seedier neighborhood to get married in.
After trying every possible door with an urgency normally reserved for people attempting to hide from a serial killer, I finally came across an unlocked room, opened the door for the girls, and urged them inside with a playful slap on each of their asses. Closing the door behind me, I let my back rest against it and pulled both girls toward me. My mouth found one of theirs, our tongues mingling in the darkness, while the other one bit my bicep through my shirt and fumbled with my belt. I searched clumsily for a light switch. With the door shut, I couldn’t see a thing, and I definitely wanted to witness whatever would be happening here.
At last I found the switch and flicked it on, revealing the mystery room we’d been in. The fucking bridal suite. Clothes were strewn across the couch to our right, and makeup and hair supplies cluttered the mirrored dresser to our left. “Why don’t you girls get on the couch,” I said. "I’ll be right over.”
Giggling, they pushed some of the clothing aside and sat side-by-side on the sofa. “I’m Hallie,” the one in the burgundy dress said. “And this is Beth,” she said, gesturing to the blonde beside her who had already started caressing Hallie’s thigh.
I turned on a lamp on a nearby table and switched off the overhead lighting to dim the room. The music from the reception could be heard coming through a speaker on the wall.
Thanks to Hallie, I think, my belt was already unbuckled. So I pulled it off and let it drop to my feet. “This isn’t the first time you’ve done this, is it?” I asked. These two were way too comfortable with one another for it to have been their first time kissing each other.
Already nibbling on each other’s ears and neck, they let their tongues tangle outside their mouths for my viewing pleasure. And it made me as hard as I’d been in recent memory. I didn’t know how I wanted to relieve the pressure I felt building inside me. My eyes went to their mouths and soft lips, the insides of their thighs as their dresses crept even higher up their legs. God, do I love having options.
“What makes you think that?” Beth asked in a low whisper. I immediately wondered how her breath would feel against my eardrum as she said my name when she came. My name. I hadn’t told them what it was, though I was pretty sure they probably already knew.
“All of this,” I said, gesturing between them as I removed my shirt. “And don’t stop. I’m enjoying the show.” I settled myself on the chair across from them. “I’m Max, by the way.”
“Yeah, we know who you are,” Hallie replied, stifling a moan as Beth pulled at her nipple through the fabric of her dress.
“Oh, you do, do you?” I asked playfully, as I palmed myself over my pants to alleviate my need to be touched. I didn’t know how long I could hold out before I’d have to ask one of them to do that for me. But it was so hot just watching them. “You a fan?”