Chapter 3: Rising Action
Christine's heart raced as David and Mark entered her bedroom, leaving the door ajar to allow for the warm glow of the hallway light to spill in. She remained frozen in place, her eyes locked onto theirs, as they moved toward her, each taking an arm in a firm yet gentle grip. She was acutely aware of the weight of their hands on her bare skin, a shiver running down her spine at the contact.
David's hazel eyes gleamed with a desire that matched her own, setting her core aflame and dampening her G-string.
Mark's warm gaze left a trail of goosebumps on her skin. He leaned in, his breath skating across her cheek. "You look edible," he rumbled, his hand traveling to her hip, tendrils of flame following in his wake. Caught between the two of them, Christine felt her willpower crumble, all her inhibition stolen by the insatiable hunger in their gazes. Desire thrummed within her like a symphony, growing louder with each of their touches.
Their fingers traced a path to her shoulders, drifting lower until they reached the valley between her breasts, and her breath caught as their mouths followed the same path. David's hot, insistent lips found her earlobe, and he bit down playfully. "Dance with us, Christine," he murmured, the vibration of his words tickling her ear. Each syllable seemed to tighten a string that pulled her closer, intimacy stretching between them, strained and more intoxicating with each passing moment.
Mark's hand danced along the curve of her waist, inching her closer, until there was no space left between their bodies, leaving no other option but to surrender to the thrum of desire that pulsed between them. Her breath mixed with theirs, and her breasts rose and fell rapidly, brushing against their hard chests.
David leaned forward, his warm breath mingling with hers. "Do you feel it, Christine?" His tongue flicked out, tracing her bottom lip. Her pulse raced, drowning out all thought except for wanting more.