A woman with silvery hair slipped quietly into Mike's arm. Their gazes locked, and his eyes flashed with silent appreciation.
She was a beauty no doubt. Her face was small and oval-shaped, with shimmering siren-like eyes that silently bewitched him. Her skin was pale and soft-looking, and though her expression held a sleepy kind of innocence, her smile though, was way toosuggestive, an opposite of the innocence she was portraying.
She wore a white dress that ended mid-thigh, but when Mike looked closer, he realized it was nearly transparent. He could see the curve of her breasts, large and tempting, and the soft pink tips of her hardened nipples.
She leaned in, trailing lazy circles on his chest with her fingers as if she had all the time in the world. Her lips barely moved, but her voice floated out, soft, slow and coquettish.
"Mister…"
Mike's eyes deepened with lust. He opened his mouth to reply, but before he could get a word out, she was yanked back by the arm.
Another woman stood there, swaying – clearly drunk, but not really sloppy.
She wore a red dress, short and tight, the kind designed to be peeled off slowly. It clung to her like second skin, tracing every seductive curve. Her legs were long, pale, and perfect. Her dark hair was cut in a choppy bob that framed her sharp cheekbones, and her green eyes shimmered like wild forest light. Just beneath one of them sat a small red mole, like a drop of wine.
She grabbed Mike's arm with both hands and clung to it, pressing her soft body against his.
Her voice was sharp and confident. "Fuck off ho. He's mine tonight."
The silver-haired girl blinked, her lips parting like she wanted to speak, but nothing came out. She turned her eyes to Mike, wide and glimmering, looking hurt. She looked like a kicked kitten – so much like the stray he used to feed behind his college dorm.
"You too. Come here," Mike said after a moment of silence. He simply couldn't bear to see that hurt look. If he can satisfy both side, why not do so?
The silver-haired girl's face instantly lit up, a smile bloomed on her lips like roses on a valley, and she immediately found her way into his other arm.
Mike caressed her bare shoulder, then allowed the girls to guide him toward a room they had chosen. Rafael and Sterling had long disappeared into the one next door.
The women became tangled around him, their slender arms fumbling with his belt. The redhead, especially restless, trailed kisses along his jawline and throat. Mike gripped their asses through the thin fabric of their dresses, his fingers slipping between their thighs. The door clicked shut behind them, muting the moans and music from below.
The room was warm. Scarlet drapes hung from the canopy bed, filtering the light and casting everything in a sinful crimson hue. A bottle of wine sat uncorked on a low table, with two crystal cups beside it.
The green-eyed girl kicked off her heels and sauntered toward the bed, her pale backside swaying seductively with every step. "I'm not good at sharing," she said, pulling her red dress over her head and tossing it aside.
She wore nothing underneath.
Her breasts were full and high, nipples already stiff under the cool air. Her waist curved inward before flaring into soft, round hips. She climbed onto the bed and spread her legs slowly, one hand drifting between her tender pussy as she began to stroke herself lazily.
Mike swallowed hard.
He turned to the silver-haired girl and pinched her rear. "Join her."
She obeyed instantly, walking to the bed under Mike's burning gaze. With slow, teasing fingers, she lifted the hem of her sheer dress, inching it upward until it revealed her soaked core.
She wasn't wearing anything beneath either.
Her breasts were even larger than the redhead's, too large for her small frame, and somehow that made her even more sinful. Her nipples were as hard as the other girl's, and she deliberately pushed her chest forward.
Mike didn't look away.
He sat down on one of the couches, finally taking up the bottle of Elven wine he hadn't tasted yet. He poured himself a glass, inhaling its sweet, intoxicating scent.
He raised the glass to his lips and ordered. "Play with each other."
The girls hesitated for only a second, then shifted quickly.
The redhead licked her lips and moved behind the silver-haired beauty, cupping her breasts from behind. Her hands weren't large enough to hold them entirely as the soft flesh spilled through her fingers as she tried to mold them.
She kissed the silver-haired girl's nape, drawing a soft moan from her.
Grinning against her skin, she pinched the girl's hardened nipples that were already tight and sensitive like little erasers. The silver-haired girl closed her eyes, pink soft lips parting as a shiver of pleasure passed through her.
The redhead kept molding her partner's breasts into different shapes, pressing them together, jiggling them, lifting them from beneath. She stepped closer until their bare bodies touched, her own breasts brushing the girl's back. Her arms circled around, palms covering the other's nipples, but soft flesh still spilled from both top and bottom.
One hand slipped lower, grazing the silver-haired girl's flat stomach in slow, sensual motions.
The girl trembled, moaning softly, her thighs parting involuntarily as slick arousal dripped down her legs.
Mike took another sip of wine.
This scene... he'd remember it forever.
The redhead's fingers finally found her companion's pussy, slick and swollen with need. She toyed with it for a moment, then leaned forward and whispered something that even Mike couldn't hear.
"So much water down here... aren't you just a little slut?"
The silver-haired girl twitched, hips bucking.
She didn't care anymore. Her need had boiled over. Her pussy ached. She needed something, or anything inside her.