“Rider and I are finished playing. You want to dance some before we go to bed?”
“It’s what I’ve been waiting for.”
Train stood up, holding his arms open. “I’m yours for the rest of the night.”
“Guess I’ll join Sasha in the shower after I finish my beer,” Rider commented, opening his beer.
Killyama grabbed Train by his belt buckle, leading him toward the dance floor. “You’re mine all the time. Remember that.” Slipping her arms around his shoulders, they danced to the music.
By this point, Moon was holding Ember’s ass as she ground herself on his leg.
As she relaxed against Train, his cock hardened behind his jeans. He brought his hands to her back, sliding them under her tan and black crop top jacket.
As he rubbed her back, she pressed against his chest, teasing Train’s cock with her pelvis during their sultry steps. She could see the desire growing in his eyes.
They tried to outdo the other by using their bodies to torment each other. The sucker thought he could beat her by sliding his thigh between hers, rubbing it against her pussy, which did feel good as the seam of her blue jeans rode her clit with each step.
Wanting more, she slid her hands under his T-shirt as he turned his head to kiss her. She went from want to need as his tongue traced her lips before dipping inside her mouth.
Train reached between them, lowering the zipper of her jacket. She didn’t make him stop as he parted the jacket that was still held together by the bottom of the zipper.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Moon and Ember had stopped moving, and he had her pinned against the wall with her top down. Moon’s back was to them, and Ember had better things on her mind besides the sight of Killyama’s tits.
Train flicked one of Killyama’s nipples with his tongue, lowering his lips to take the slight sting away. Her senses were swamped with the desire to fuck him senseless.
“You want to go upstairs?” Train asked before he took her other nipple between his teeth.
“In a minute,” she muttered, sinking her fingers into his hair to lift his mouth back to hers. He tasted like a storm that was about sweep through her body. “We should have gone to your room five minutes ago.”
An arm slid around her waist. With Train’s hands on her breast, she tensed.
Rider’s desire-thickened voice muttered in her ear, “Just dance. Pretend I’m not here.”
Feeling Rider’s body at her back and Train’s at her front made her feel surrounded. She was honest enough to admit to herself that it felt exciting, and it wasn’t the first time two men had tried to dance with her at the same time. Usually she would make one step off, but she didn’t tonight.
Train’s eyes lit on Rider’s hand as it rested on her waistband. Tilting her breasts higher, he clamped his teeth around her nipple.
Killyama felt the jolt of pleasure like a streak of lightning from her nipple to her clit. If Rider had unsnapped her jeans, it might have led to a spark of insanity, but he didn’t. He did slide his hand into her jeans, cupping her pussy as they danced. He didn’t move his fingers, though, letting their swaying footsteps move them for him.
Her head dropped to Train’s shoulder. She bit him through his T-shirt, trying to stop herself from moaning.
“You want me stop?” Rider’s hard voice enticed her to arch her hips backward so she could feel her ass against his dick.
“No,” she whimpered.
He slid one finger through her pussy, parting the lips so he could play with her clit as Train switched to her other breast. The loud music and the two men had her feeling as if she were being tossed between storms.
She felt herself being turned sideways, and then Train lifted her onto the pool table. Rider shoved the pool stick out of the way, his other hand never leaving her pussy, or giving her the opportunity to ride out the storm.
The storm built when his finger slid inside of her. She grabbed Train’s T-shirt, holding on to keep herself from getting lost. When he reached down to unbuckle his jeans and pull out his cock, she didn’t think; she just reacted immediately to the sight of the thick cock she wanted.
Train scooted higher so she could reach his cock with her mouth. Letting the head part her lips, she allowed him to dip it into her mouth. Then he pulled back before dipping in again, teasing her like Rider’s fingers were doing.
When she felt a mouth brush over her shaking belly, she knew it was Rider’s. His tongue investigated the curve of her belly button, playing with her belly piercing. Then she felt his mouth move away before she heard him unzip his jeans.
She raised her head to see Rider move closer as he finger-fucked her, sliding his cock along her waist. Then Train used her hair to turn her attention back to him as he plunged his dick deeper into her mouth.