Page 10 of 3 Times the Heat
“Sir,” Stand bows. “Miss North is here.”
Then, the serving man disappears, leaving me before Dane Merovingian himself. He looks even more handsome today, dressed in a white button down and casual blue jeans. Somehow, his build seems bigger, his hair more black, and those blue eyes gleam when he sees me in the hallway.
“Welcome, sweetheart,” he growls. “Come on in. You look stunning as always.”
I step into the penthouse and gasp. Triple height ceilings stretch thirty feet into the air, and the furniture inside is modern white leather with touches of blue. A huge flat-screen adorns one wall, and to the left I can see a full chef’s kitchen as well as a hallway leading to what must be the bedrooms. Best of all, there’s a terrace outside with a …jacuzzi?
Dane sees what I’m staring at and chuckles.
“Yep, that’s a hot tub,” he purrs. “You can use it if you want.”
I blink.
“Goodness,” is all I can manage in a whisper. “Wow.”
“You look beautiful,” another male voice says from the side, and I spin quickly to see Jamison and Chris emerge from a sitting room on the left. “Welcome.”
“Hi,” I murmur, suddenly feeling very shy. Maybe I should’ve worn something more formal, and not as skanky. Like a simple dress that covers more, or shoes that don’t have clear acrylic heels. But the men don’t look bothered at all. In fact, they’re staring at my outfit with appreciative eyes.
“Beautiful,” Chris murmurs, his eyes sweeping up and down my curves. “Absolutely gorgeous.”
“Thank you.” I decide to accept his compliment with grace, trying to discard my useless worries. “You all look very handsome too.”
“We wanted to look our best for you,” Jamison chuckles, and my eyes widen a little. The thought of them wanting to impress me makes me melt, a blush creeping onto my cheeks as I smile and nod.
“This suite is really nice as well,” I tell them as I look around the environs, trying not to seem too awkward. After all, I’m from a small hamlet in the Midwest, and places like this don’t even exist in my hometown.
“Glad you think so,” Dane purrs, resting his hand on my lower back. “But enough chitchat for now. Why don’t we all grab a glass of wine and cut right to the chase, Tamara? We have something very important to discuss with you.”
I look around at the three men and take a deep breath before nodding, allowing myself to be guided over to one of the huge couches in the sitting room. What do these men have in mind? I can’t wait to find out.
5
JAMISON
Out of all the beautiful women that I’ve had the pleasure of knowing, Tamara is by far the most breathtaking. There’s something about her that’s unexplainably sexy. It’s partly her outfit, which shows off her voluptuous figure and generous assets. But it’s also her personality and verve. She’s charming in a way that I can’t begin to describe, and bold and courageous too. Most importantly, she’s enough of a woman to be able to take on three insatiable men, which is exactly what we need.
After all, Dane, Chris, and I are looking for a woman who’s voracious and cock-hungry. We’ve always been into sharing females, ever since we were freshmen at Ithaca College together. Back then, we’d home in on a particularly pretty co-ed, and then pass her around between the three of us. It worked out well. There’s nothing better than keeping a woman stuffed and satisfied, and no easier way to do that than with three men to do the work. The co-eds liked it too. They’d be surprised and shocked at first, but then they’d quickly adapt to the new lifestyle. Soon, the girls were begging like whores to be taken in all three holes at once, and we kept up the habit for decades, passing women between the three of us like mindless toys to be used.
But it’s been a while since that happened. Obviously, our lifestyle isn’t for everyone, and it’s been a while since we last had a woman on deck. But we really hit a jackpot with Tamara because she’s horny, slutty, and yet intelligent too. She keeps us on our toes, and possesses a certain wittiness that tends to drive me crazy. If there’s one thing I love, it’s a mouthy woman. It’s much more fun to put them in their place.
Most of all, however, Tamara took all of our cocks so well last night, and she looked amazing while doing it. It was something straight out of a porno, the way she went completely pliant for us and allowed us to use her as we pleased, her eyes rolled back, breasts bouncing, skin reddening, sweat dripping down her perfect body as we fucked her over and over again. That image is one that I’ll never be able to get out of my head. Every time I close my eyes, the visual reappears, and I’ll do whatever it takes to make it happen again.
After all, there’s still so much that I want to do with Tamara. Last night was just an aperitif. A little sneak peek at what it could be like if Dane, Chris, and I got to use her body thoroughly, in every way imaginable. I want to see those pretty, pink, pouty lips of hers wrapped around my cock, and I want to see her large brown eyes staring into mine as I fuck her mouth. I want to get the chance to fill her ass with my cock—I want the three of us to fillallof her holes up at once as she screams and writhes. I know Tamara would be able to take it, and my bet is that she’d love every second of it.
But I’m getting a little ahead of myself.Patience, the voice in my head murmurs.One step at a time.
“Here you go,” I smile as I hand Tamara a glass of wine before settling beside her on the couch. The curvy girl giggles as she’s squished between Dane and me. My arm is thrown over the back of the sofa, while Dane’s hand rests on the inside of her thigh. She’s turned on by our proximity, and mewls again, her skin heating up. My buddy, ever the opportunist, pushes her thighs a little apart and Tamara giggles as Chris groans, staring between her legs as she flashes him. I don’t have to look to know that she isn’t wearing any panties. Naughty girl. I can’twaitto teach her a lesson.
“So, what did you guys want to talk about?” she asks before taking a sip of her wine. It takes the three of us a few moments to pull ourselves together because Chris is still too busy staring between her legs, Dane’s fingers are creeping up toward her pussy, and I can’t stop watching her heaving breasts. But Dane clears his throat and gets himself under control.
“We invited you here to make you an offer,” he begins in a slightly breathless tone.
“An offer?” Tamara asks, raising her brows. “Pray tell, what kind of offer?”
The three of us share a glance, and then I fix her with my blue gaze.
“We want you to quit your job at the Corinthian and come to the Merovingian instead,” I state.