I admitted softly, “I did know,” feeling James’s gaze intensify beside me. “And I liked that you were looking.” Speaking the truth made my heart flutter, but also unleashed a strange freedom.
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Peter placed his beer down with deliberate slowness, and I caught his tongue flicking across his bottom lip. James cleared his throat, shifting in his seat with an amused glint in his eyes rather than jealousy. The heat blossoming inside me only grew stronger.
“Your move, James,” Peter said, though he never took his eyes off me.
“Truth or dare, Peter,” James answered, a deliberate tone suggesting he was gauging the moment before plunging in. Peter’s attention switched to James, surprise flickering across his face before settling into caution.
“Dare,” Peter said steadily. James’s thumb continued tracing lazy circles on my thigh, yet his focus was locked on Peter.
“Kiss Sarah.” The words landed like a physical blow, my breath catching somewhere between throat and lungs. Peter looked to me, not James, as if seeking silent permission. His expression held a question I suddenly understood — this wasn’t just a game anymore. This was James granting his consent, but only if I wished it too.
My legs unsteady, I rose and stepped toward where Peter sat. He stood to greet me, taller than I’d realized, his hand rising slowly to cup my jaw. His touch was unexpectedly tender. “You sure?” he murmured so softly I wondered if James even heard.
I closed the short distance, pressing my lips to his. Peter’s mouth was hot and insistent, far from a tentative first kiss. His hand slid into my hair, tilting my head for a deeper connection, and I sensed a low growl vibrating in his chest. Behind me, James’s watchful eyes burned into my back; instead of shame, that awareness set electric fire along my spine. When Peter finally pulled away, his pupils were dilated and breath ragged.
“Inside,” James said with a roughness I’d never heard before. He rose, and when I turned, his eyes were dark with longing. Peter’s hand found the small of my back as we moved toward the villa, steadying me when my legs trembled. The walk felt surreal, my senses heightened by the two men flanking me — James ahead holding the door, Peter’s palm scorching through the thin fabric of my dress.
The master bedroom unfolded around us, bathed in moonlight streaming through the open balcony doors. My heartbeat thundered so loud I feared they both could hear it. Peter’s fingers tunneled up my spine to the zipper at my dress’s back but lingered there. “James?” Peter’s quiet question hung between us, a last check before crossing an irrevocable line. “She wants this,” James assured from the armchair by the window.
James’s gaze met mine, ablaze with permission. “Show him what he’s been staring at all week.” With one smooth motion, Peter drew the zipper down, the cool air kissing my naked skin as the dress pooled at my feet. I wore nothing beneath. The sharp intake of breath confirmed Peter noticed, and as his hands settled on my hips, they trembled slightly. “Fuck, Sarah,” he breathed, turning me fully to face him.
His hands traveled slowly upward, thumbs brushing under my breasts. I arched into his touch as Peter uttered a strangled sound that pulsed straight through me. His mouth found my neck, drawing a soft gasp from my lips. “Tell me what you want,” he murmured against my skin, his hardness pressing urgent against my hip through his shorts. My mind went blank, overwhelmed by sensation and James’s heavy gaze across the room.
“I want this,” I said, voice steadier now. My eyes trailed down Peter’s body, deliberately pausing at the bulge straining his shorts. A flush of heat rose to my cheeks, but I didn’t look away. “Actually, I’ve been thinking about it since yesterday at the beach. That swimsuit you wore didn’t leave much to the imagination.” A low rumbling laugh escaped Peter as he undid his shirt buttons, shrugging the fabric off to reveal a lean, sculpted torso.
“So you were looking too.” With that, he pushed his shorts down in one fluid motion, stepping out of them completely. My breath caught. He was bigger in length and girth than James — the kind of size that made my pulse spike with both excitement and nervous anticipation. Peter’s cock stood rigid against his stomach, and my eyes were glued to the sight. “Jesus Christ,” I breathed, hearing James shift behind me as leather creaked under his weight.
Peter wrapped his hand around himself, stroking once while locking eyes with me. “Keep staring like that and this’ll be over before it starts,” he warned, his voice rough and commanding. Something coiled tight inside me at the edge to his tone. I sat up, reaching for him, but he caught my wrist gently. “Not yet. Lie back and spread your legs for me first. I want to see how wet you are.” The newfound command stirred my body instantly.
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