feet. With confident steps, she walked into the hall, past the spare bedroom, past the two bathrooms, to the door at the end. Taking a deep breath she hesitated only for a moment. Then she knocked.
"Come in—" Evan started.
"We're indecent—" Luke said at the same time.
She cracked the door open as the two men whispered and chuckled in the dim light. After a few seconds, her eyes adjusted and their sprawling limbs came into view.
Luke lay on his side, his bare leg crooked over Evan's hip. Evan's hand caressed up Luke's side. And their faces pressed close to each other.
She pushed the door closed with her back. "Is it alright if I watch you two?"
Luke whipped his head around. "What? Just watch?"
"That's all right." Evan said. "If you're uncomfortable, I—"
"Oh, no." She lifted her hands. "It's not that. I just… don't want to interrupt your makeup… sex."
"You're not." Evan sat up and lifted his hand, beckoning her. "Would you like to join us?"
Luke braced on his arms. "Clothing's optional," he said with a chuckle.
She giggled in response and pushed herself off the door. With a sly grin she slowly unbuttoned her blouse as she strolled to the bed. Luke swallowed and Evan quietly watched, a subtle grin on his lips.
Her head swam as if she was in a dream but the anxiety was no longer present. She trusted them now. And even more, since she considered them close friends. If not my boyfriends , she thought with a smile.
The blouse fell to the ground, followed by her bra. With each step she shed another piece of clothing, like a bread trail of fabric behind her. Then as she reached the edge of the giant bed, she hooked her thumbs in her panties. Evan's tongue passed subtly over his bottom lip and Luke's mouth gaped slightly, a look of hunger in his eyes.
She bent over, dropping the thin fabric. As she straightened, she braced a hand on her hip and winked at the waiting men.
"How do you want me?"
Evan's hand caught hers; he kissed her knuckles, her wrist, then her arm. He drew her closer and she sank to her knees on the bed. Then he placed her hand in Luke's.
"I would like to watch the two of you first."
Jasmine blinked. "You want to watch? Oh. I thought—Why?"
"Because you are beautiful." Evan kissed her cheek. "Like living art, I want to admire you both."
Beautiful. She shook her head. "I'll never get used to being called that."
"You'll have to." Luke moved closer, the circle of his strong arms wrapping around her. "As long as I'm around, I insist."
She sighed, melting into Luke's embrace. The firmness of his chest pressed against her soft curves and she touched her fingertips to his jawline. She inhaled him, savoring his masculine scent, his heat, his hard body.
Desire hummed in her veins. She'd wanted him before, but she'd been so concerned about boundaries and whether she might make a misstep. Then of course, she had gone too far.
But that was behind them, and they all had a chance to start over. Somehow, that fact was freeing. She raised her face and touched her lips to Luke's chin. She hadn't been able to muster the nerve before now… God, she wanted to kiss him.
Luke held her with one arm around her waist while his other hand traced the curve of her spine, and then up to the nape of her neck. Their lips brushed together. Jasmine sighed; her mouth parted. Sparks leapt in her chest. Luke's mouth sealed over hers, hungry and passionate, but also tender and sweet.
Luke's kiss was like the sunset they'd shared down at the pier: fresh, vibrant, multi-layered. It was the kind of kiss she could drown in.
Their tongues explored, mouths meshing. Luke tugged her lower lip gently between his teeth; his fingers intertwined in her hair. Her fingers ran over his thighs, massaging, flexing. With her thumb, she stroked along the length of his hard cock, smiling into his kiss when it lurched.
Finally, it was Luke who took a long breath and broke away. He turned to Evan, who watched with a calculating look in
"Come in—" Evan started.
"We're indecent—" Luke said at the same time.
She cracked the door open as the two men whispered and chuckled in the dim light. After a few seconds, her eyes adjusted and their sprawling limbs came into view.
Luke lay on his side, his bare leg crooked over Evan's hip. Evan's hand caressed up Luke's side. And their faces pressed close to each other.
She pushed the door closed with her back. "Is it alright if I watch you two?"
Luke whipped his head around. "What? Just watch?"
"That's all right." Evan said. "If you're uncomfortable, I—"
"Oh, no." She lifted her hands. "It's not that. I just… don't want to interrupt your makeup… sex."
"You're not." Evan sat up and lifted his hand, beckoning her. "Would you like to join us?"
Luke braced on his arms. "Clothing's optional," he said with a chuckle.
She giggled in response and pushed herself off the door. With a sly grin she slowly unbuttoned her blouse as she strolled to the bed. Luke swallowed and Evan quietly watched, a subtle grin on his lips.
Her head swam as if she was in a dream but the anxiety was no longer present. She trusted them now. And even more, since she considered them close friends. If not my boyfriends , she thought with a smile.
The blouse fell to the ground, followed by her bra. With each step she shed another piece of clothing, like a bread trail of fabric behind her. Then as she reached the edge of the giant bed, she hooked her thumbs in her panties. Evan's tongue passed subtly over his bottom lip and Luke's mouth gaped slightly, a look of hunger in his eyes.
She bent over, dropping the thin fabric. As she straightened, she braced a hand on her hip and winked at the waiting men.
"How do you want me?"
Evan's hand caught hers; he kissed her knuckles, her wrist, then her arm. He drew her closer and she sank to her knees on the bed. Then he placed her hand in Luke's.
"I would like to watch the two of you first."
Jasmine blinked. "You want to watch? Oh. I thought—Why?"
"Because you are beautiful." Evan kissed her cheek. "Like living art, I want to admire you both."
Beautiful. She shook her head. "I'll never get used to being called that."
"You'll have to." Luke moved closer, the circle of his strong arms wrapping around her. "As long as I'm around, I insist."
She sighed, melting into Luke's embrace. The firmness of his chest pressed against her soft curves and she touched her fingertips to his jawline. She inhaled him, savoring his masculine scent, his heat, his hard body.
Desire hummed in her veins. She'd wanted him before, but she'd been so concerned about boundaries and whether she might make a misstep. Then of course, she had gone too far.
But that was behind them, and they all had a chance to start over. Somehow, that fact was freeing. She raised her face and touched her lips to Luke's chin. She hadn't been able to muster the nerve before now… God, she wanted to kiss him.
Luke held her with one arm around her waist while his other hand traced the curve of her spine, and then up to the nape of her neck. Their lips brushed together. Jasmine sighed; her mouth parted. Sparks leapt in her chest. Luke's mouth sealed over hers, hungry and passionate, but also tender and sweet.
Luke's kiss was like the sunset they'd shared down at the pier: fresh, vibrant, multi-layered. It was the kind of kiss she could drown in.
Their tongues explored, mouths meshing. Luke tugged her lower lip gently between his teeth; his fingers intertwined in her hair. Her fingers ran over his thighs, massaging, flexing. With her thumb, she stroked along the length of his hard cock, smiling into his kiss when it lurched.
Finally, it was Luke who took a long breath and broke away. He turned to Evan, who watched with a calculating look in
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