"This is Lena," Marcus said, his grip on her hand tightening slightly. "She's new in town."
Alex leaned in, his lips brushing her ear. "Welcome to Tampa," he murmured, and the heat from his breath sent another shiver through her.
The conversation grew more flirty, the drinks more potent, and soon the three of them were lost in the pulsating rhythm of the club. The dance floor called to them, and they gave in, letting the music take over. Marcus' hands were on her hips, guiding her, and she could feel the tension building between them.
Then Alex joined them, his arms slipping around her waist from behind. The three of them moved together, bodies entwined in a sensual dance that was somehow more intimate than any she'd ever shared with one person. Hands roamed, caressed, and Lena's breath caught in her throat.
The club lights swirled around them, strobing in time with the bass, and she couldn't tell where one body ended and another began. Marcus' hand slid up her thigh, under her skirt, and she gasped as his fingers brushed against her damp panties.
Her eyes met Alex's over Marcus' shoulder, and she saw the hunger there. Without a word, she knew what was happening. It was as if they'd all been dancing towards this moment from the moment they'd stepped into the club.
The music was a siren's call, urging them to give in to their desires. And as the beat dropped, they did. Marcus' hand pushed aside the fabric, and Lena felt his fingertips against her skin. She bit her lip, holding back a moan.
Alex's hand slid up her side, his thumb tracing the curve of her breast. "You're so beautiful," he murmured in her ear, and she arched into the touch.
Her heart pounded in her chest, and she could feel the wetness growing between her legs. The club was a blur of color and sound, and all she could focus on was the delicious friction of their bodies.
Their dance grew more intense, more erotic, and Lena knew she was dancing on the edge of something she'd never done before. But with each caress, each whispered word of encouragement, she felt herself slipping further over that edge.
The air grew thick with lust, and she knew they wouldn't be leaving the club without taking this further. Marcus' hand slid lower, his fingers teasing her sensitive folds, and she moaned, the sound swallowed by the music.
Alex's hand moved to her neck, gently tugging at her hair, exposing her throat. He kissed her, his tongue darting out to taste her, and she kissed him back, eager and hungry.
Marcus' other hand cupped her breast, his thumb flicking her nipple through her shirt, and she could feel the tightness coiling in her belly. She wanted more, needed more, and she didn't care where it happened or who saw.
Her hand slid down to grip Marcus' thigh, feeling the hardness beneath his jeans. His breath hitched, and she knew she had him right where she wanted him. The three of them moved together, a dance of desire that seemed to have been choreographed just for them.
And just when she thought she couldn't handle the anticipation anymore, Marcus leaned in, his voice low and urgent. "Let's get out of here," he whispered, and she nodded, the words barely registering over the music.
They stumbled out of the club into the cool night air, the sounds of the city a stark contrast to the heated bubble they'd just left behind. Alex took her other hand, and together they practically dragged her to the car. The ride to Marcus' apartment was a blur of needful touches and whispered promises.
When they finally made it inside, the tension snapped. Marcus' mouth was on hers, his tongue delving deep, tasting whiskey and the sweetness of her lips. Alex's hands roamed her body, unbuttoning her shirt and sliding it off her shoulders. Lena's heart raced, her breath coming in short gasps as they both pushed her against the wall, pinning her with the weight of their desire.
Marcus kissed his way down her neck, his teeth scraping gently along her collarbone. She shivered as his hand found her bare breast, his thumb teasing the nipple into a tight peak. Alex knelt before her, his mouth watering as he looked up at her, his eyes dark with lust. He slid her skirt down her legs, exposing her to their hungry gazes.
Their hands and mouths worked in concert, exploring every inch of her. Marcus' kisses grew more insistent, his hand sliding into her panties, his fingers finding her clit. Alex's mouth followed the path his hand had taken earlier, kissing and licking her thighs before finally reaching her center. She moaned, the sensation of their dual attentions overwhelming.
Their kisses grew more frantic, their touches more urgent. Lena's legs trembled, and she knew she wouldn't be able to stand much longer. Marcus swept her up in his arms, carrying her to the bedroom as if she weighed nothing at all. They laid her down on the bed, and she watched as they both stripped off their clothes, revealing their toned bodies.
Marcus positioned himself between her legs, his cock thick and hard. Alex climbed onto the bed beside her, his hand sliding up her inner thigh, his mouth finding hers again. She could feel the head of Marcus' cock nudging against her entrance, and she spread her legs wider, eager for what was to come.
With one swift motion, he pushed inside her, filling her completely. Lena's back arched off the bed, a scream of pleasure escaping her lips. Alex held her tight, kissing her to muffle her cries. She could feel the two of them, surrounding her, claiming her, and it was everything she'd never known she needed.
Marcus began to move, his strokes deep and sure, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. Alex's hand slid between their bodies, finding her clit and stroking it in time with Marcus' thrusts. The pressure built inside her, a coil of heat and need, tightening with each movement.
Their breath mingled in the air, their bodies slapped together in a rhythm as old as time. Marcus' eyes never left hers, the connection between them palpable. And when Alex slid his cock alongside her cheek, she didn't hesitate, taking him into her mouth, the salty taste of him mixing with the sweetness of Marcus deep inside her.
The room spun, the world outside ceased to exist. All that mattered were the two men, the three of them joined in a dance of pleasure that seemed to have no end. And as the first waves of her climax began to crash over her, she knew she'd never be the same again.
Marcus' pace grew faster, his breaths turning into grunts of effort as he pushed her closer to the edge. Alex's hand moved in a steady rhythm, his thumb pressing down on her clit, sending sparks of pleasure through her.
Her eyes watered, the intensity of her orgasm building, and she couldn't hold back any longer. She came, her body shuddering with the force of it, her walls clamping down on Marcus' cock as he drove into her one last time before stilling, his own release spilling into her.
For a moment, they lay there, tangled in a heap of limbs and discarded clothing, their breaths the only sound in the room. Then, as if on cue, they switched positions, Alex moving over her, his cock replacing Marcus' in her mouth. He groaned, the sound vibrating through her as she took him in, eager to taste him the same way she'd just been tasted.
Marcus kissed his way down her body, his tongue tracing a wet line to her core. He licked at her, his tongue delving into her, tasting the mixture of their juices, and she bucked her hips up to meet him. The sensation of Alex's cock in her mouth and Marcus' tongue on her clit was too much, and she felt another orgasm building, this one more powerful than the last.
Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she moaned around Alex's cock, her tongue swirling around the head as she felt Marcus' fingers enter her. He stretched her, filling her up, his tongue flicking at her clit in time with his thrusts.
Her body tensed, and then she was coming again, her muscles clenching around Marcus' fingers as Alex's cock grew harder in her mouth. With a final, guttural shout, he came, the warmth of him filling her mouth as her own pleasure peaked.
They lay there for what felt like an eternity, their breaths slowly evening out. The world had changed, shifted, and she knew she'd never look at a simple night out the same way again. The taste of him lingered on her tongue, the scent of them mingled in the air, and she felt more alive than she ever had.
The three of them lay tangled in the sheets, sweat-slicked and sated. Marcus propped himself up on one elbow, his eyes searching hers. "Was that what you were looking for?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
Lena nodded, her body still trembling with aftershocks of pleasure. "More than I ever knew existed," she murmured, a small smile playing on her lips.
Alex leaned in, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Then consider this your official welcome to Tampa," he said, his own smile wicked.
And with that, they all laughed, the sound echoing in the quiet apartment.εつ▄█▀█●