"Did you see the look in their eyes?" Phil asked as he cleared my neck of my long, wavy hair, planting kisses that made me tingle. His fingers caressed my arms and my breasts over my sheer cocktail dress.

"I still can't believe it," I said, moaning into his ears. He unclasped my bra as the limo glided through the streets of Berlin.

"You are the rising erotica writer of the year. Five hundred thousand sold after the release in three weeks. Own the title," he whispered as he unclasped my bra.

I'd rather own him than any title that an author could wish for. But he is not the type who wants a monogamous relationship. Even if Phil is twenty years my senior, he has mesmerised my body and soul since I read his first novel. Giving in to this kind of desire was something beyond what I expected as his fan. And now that I am a newly signed writer at his own publishing firm, I should not ask for more. However, I won't mind the bonus of his lips wrapped around my nipples now and then.

This fling might pass, I told myself. It has been a year since he mentored me, and I would never trade the reading sessions that we shared in his apartment for anything right now. Those days that started with reading and editing over coffee, that turned to wine drinking and deep conversations, and that soon ended under the covers of his king-size bed just naturally progressed because we were mutually attracted to each other.

His tongue was as skilled as his pen. He gave me love bites in my cleavage. Maybe he wanted to ensure I wouldn't flaunt it to anyone but him. Secrecy keeps the readers hooked, as he would always say. The marks of his teeth were perfect, just like the symmetry of the paragraphs that he guided me to rewrite in my story.

There was a heavy traffic jam on our way to the hotel, and we both didn't mind. Phil's two fingers were already soaked in my wetness as I gyrated on them furiously. I unbuckled his pants as he bit my nipples harder. I hurriedly worked on the band of his briefs and pulled his raging hard cock and stroked it as he liked.

He lifted me from my seat and guided me to straddle him. The black limo was spacious; we could make love in it without worrying that the driver would hear us.

He hitched the hem of my cocktail dress as my shoulder straps dangled on my arms. My breasts were exposed, inches from his face. After carefully setting my lacy thong closer to my groyne, his hands guided my hips so I could sink onto his cock. Its mushroom head struggled to enter my tight opening. But my Kegel workout has paid off. With a few muscle contractions, my sloppy pussy devoured his tip in full girth up to his throbbing balls. I would trade any book signing event if it meant being filled by his length like this over and over again.

Phil's tongue swirled with mine in our kisses that melted my heart. He whispered some poetry whenever we broke the kiss. Thrusting into me upwards, he sighed in deep want as I gracefully bounced on his lap. With his hand on the small of my back and another playing with my clit, he made me moan and shake uncontrollably.

"Please go on!" I pleaded in pain and pleasure.

My fanny clenched around his hard wood in perfect rhythm, just like in a stanza in the poem that I read at the book launch a while ago. Responding to my elation, Phil slammed into me faster. And I danced on his lap vigorously.

I held on to the leather seat as he rammed my pussy with his furious shaft and relentless fingers. My walls gripped his pulsating cock, and when I let out a scream, his mouth devoured mine. Our muffled screams were the testament to our climax, and like in a wonderful romance story, we stayed intertwined for a while, sweaty and sticky.

"That was a complete arc," he chuckled.

I laughed out loud as a form of relief. We were still catching our breath when we checked if the driver caught our sensual, sexy time. Maybe he did, but he did not really bother. We were in a cold, grey city. It's not bad to turn the heat up a bit, right?

We grabbed the tissue box to freshen up a bit. Then, Phil uncorked the wine bottle from the ice bucket and poured some into two small glasses.

"A toast for your success!"

I smiled and drank as I basked in the glory of publishing and getting sexy with my publisher. Just when we finished sipping a glass of champagne, the limo finally arrived at the hotel. We both straightened our clothes. I checked my look in the mirror and adjusted my neckline to hide my mentor's love bites.

The door was opened, and off we went into the huge, classy lounge and headed to our room.

It was just the two of us in the elevator. We looked at each other in the mirror and savoured the great feeling of our book tour success. As we exited, he slapped my ass playfully, and we both giggled.

The master suite was spacious. Its scent was heavenly. A long study table stretched from one side of the wall to another. Lamps were perfectly dim, and the big soft white sofa was inviting.

A bottle of wine on the reception table had a greeting card that said, "Congratulations on your book launch, Ms Da Silva! May your stay at Berlin Marriott Hotel be memorable."

The note made me smile. I took the card and kept it in my purse. Phil wrapped his arm around my shoulder and gave me a quick squeeze.

"How did they know?" I was puzzled about how the hotel staff knew about my book.

"You won't believe it." He smiled.

"Tell me."

"The manager is your avid fan. In fact, he gave out copies of your book as one of the prizes for the employees of the month in the last two months. He even said that the staff restrooms have become busier since then!"

"Oh my!!" My cheeks blushed. I don't think I would ever get used to being known like this. I prefer to keep a low profile.

Phil's brown eyes twinkled with more excitement. He put the bottle down and caressed my arms again.

"Actually, I have planned something special for you tonight."

I listened intently as I embraced him. "I love surprises!"

"I know... But I have to be respectful still."

When he saw my eyebrows met in confusion, he quickly added, "Since Addi, the manager, is so eager to see you, he said he'll provide us with room service personally. We will have a sumptuous meal especially cooked by their chef... An entrée in the jacuzzi together? And the best part, you are free to have not just me, but him also as we bathe and have fun."

"Oh, fuck! Tell me you're kidding!"

"I know it's your fantasy. And as an erotica writer, you must test that fantasy in real life... What do you think?" Phil caressed my face as he waited for my reply.

I think I am falling for him harder. He is the kind of guy who always prioritises what I want. If only I could have him just for myself!

"Yeah, it's a fantasy. But I am happy even if it is just you and me." I tried to hide my excitement, but I guess he could see through me at this point.

Phil's backhand ran through my arm again. He planted a soft kiss on my shoulder. His familiar earthy scent was bold and truly intoxicating.

"Four hands roaming around your body are always better than two, my dear."

I swallowed, having that image in my mind. The idea instantly made me water. I haven't even washed our combined cum off my cunt, and now I am dripping again! And Phil, feeling the warmth in my body, did not wait for my answer. He accessed my drenched thong, slid it sideways and gently stroked my throbbing pussy once more.

"Now I prefer to drink our juices first. We can have this wine when Addi arrives." He carried me to the sturdy study table near the big glass window. Lifting the hem of my dress, he tore my thong, opened my legs and hurriedly licked my inner thighs. My heart beat faster.

"Fuck! Yesss!" I was clutching the edge of that study table while pulling Phil's head towards my aching pussy.

He smiled and looked at me. "It is settled then!" He flicked his tongue between my velvet folds and nibbled on my labia as he slurped my juices. His fingers explored my mound further. These, plus the sensation of his bushy beard, were so exhilarating. He ravaged my inner lips, and when he found my clit, he nibbled it hungrily.

With guttural moans, Phil flattened his lips on my upper labia and sucked my clit as his fingers slid in and out in a frenzied fashion. He opened my legs wider and moved his head from side to side. I fisted his hair and groped the edge of the study when his index finger curled several times inside my walls, perfectly hitting my G-spot.

"Ohhhh!!"

The beautiful city lights were almost a blur as I cried in pleasure.

"Touch the twin moons on my back. Run your fingers over the constellation of crystal waters between my legs. Then you will know what it's like to be pulled into my orbit. I won't mind you being my satellite."

Phil recited a blurb from my book, and I smiled. I really cherish him as my satellite. As we walked closer to the big window, his fingers locked with mine. We just silently soaked in the flickering lights of Berlin.

A few moments later, there was a knock on the door. "Room service for Mr Vukelich and Ms Da Silva."

"There he is," Phil whispered and pressed my hand. I suddenly felt butterflies in my stomach. I was famished for different sorts of food right now.

The white door opened. A sturdy drop-leaf trolley smoothly glided into our suite. The attendant carefully pushed the wheeled dining table, meticulously draped with white linen. There were fresh white and yellow roses elegantly placed as the centrepiece. The silverware looked exquisite. The sitting area was filled with the aroma of buttery potatoes, roasted lamb, pumpkin soup and fresh fruits.

"Thank you," I told the attendant, who smiled shyly.

"I will take it from here, Bill," a sexy voice came from a tall, dark and handsome man at the door. He must be Addie.

He walked into the room and closed the door as soon as the attendant left. He turned to us with a warm smile. "Welcome to Marriott, Mr Vukelich. I am Addie Patel, at your service." He shook Phil's hand firmly.

I couldn't help but stare at his muscular build and, of course, the bouquet of sunflowers in his hands.

"Finally, we meet in person!" Phil said with a tone of restrained excitement. "I'd like you to meet our rising author, Ms Lina Da Silva. Lina, this is Addie, the kind manager whom I was talking about. He will help us celebrate your day."

"I'm so pleased to meet you, Ms Da Silva." Addie extended his hand, and I gave mine for a handshake. Instead, he leant in and kissed my hand and gave me the flowers. His hand was cold, but his eyes were on fire. He looked a bit younger, composed, but super hot. With that physique, I could imagine the pleasure that we could share tonight.

"Hi, Addie. Please call me Lina." I flashed a warm smile as I tried to calm my nerves. Phil really knew the kind of man that would make me tick.

"I am a big fan, Lina. I'm very lucky to serve you tonight." He held my gaze for a moment, and I saw the city lights in his almond eyes. His lashes and lips were perfect, and his dark figure just exuded a dominant vibe. It would be hard to concentrate on finishing a meal without jumping onto his lap.

"Oh, I am very easy to please. Thank you for the sunflowers. They are my favourite."

Before Addie could respond, Phil cleared his throat, and with a wicked smile, he asked me to start dinner. He knew his plan was working. We sat around the table and savoured the food as Addie served the wine and cheese, then the soup. We had a nice conversation. Phil asked more about Berlin, and the hotel manager gladly shared tips on the tourist attractions that we could enjoy the next day.

The taste of Spätburgunder, Germany's premier red wine, was perfect. It eased my mind as I continued to imagine what a threesome could be like with these two hot men in front of me. The roasted lamb was perfect with this wine, and as I chewed on it, I imagined nibbling on Addie's dark, sexy skin as Phil took me from behind.

Phil snapped me out of my fantasy when he gripped my thigh and whispered, "Addie was asking about your lacy thong on the floor."

The wine glass almost slipped from my hand in embarrassment. Addie bent down and picked up my black thong. "Can I keep it?" His pleading eyes were sweet.

"A wonderful souvenir!" Phil jumped in. "Why don't you sit with us?"

Waiting for my response, Addie lifted the thong to his nose and smelled it while locking eyes with mine. The butterflies in my stomach were so frantic, sending wild currents of sensation to my veins.

Addie approached the sofa as Phil's fingers playfully drew circles around my thighs. He pushed the elegant wheeled table a little farther from the sofa, as if he were calculating how much space the three of us needed. Now seated closer to me, he repeated the question, "Would you let me keep this, Lina?"

I placed the wine glass on the table, touched his face and said, "Of course you can." He pocketed my drenched black panties, leant in closer and gave me wild and wet kisses. More water gushed out between my legs, and Phil loved exploring my inner thighs again. His hands unzipped my cocktail dress as I did Addie's pants. When Addie broke the kiss to take his shirt and pants off, I helped Phil remove his suit.

When I stood up, my dress pooled on the floor, and Addie positioned himself at my back. My heels couldn't hold my balance when he began to grab my breasts and knead them profusely. His firm hands made my nipples ache. We smooched and smooched as I pushed against his hardening cock. I touched the side of his perfectly toned abs and groped his sexy ass. Dinner had never been as tasty as this.

Phil busied his hands exploring my tummy, taking his time caressing my lower body. It was like a silent agreement between the two men. Addie took care of the top while Phil enjoyed the bottom during foreplay. And I savoured this one-of-a-kind dessert!

"Have you had anal?" Addie asked seductively as he kissed my neck.

"Hmmm. A few times, yes. I'm still not used to the pain," I said as I leant in on him to draw him closer.

"Give it to her. She can take it," Phil suggested as he took his time following the trail of precum oozing down my legs. He licked the liquid on my thighs as his fingers glided up and down my legs.

"It would be nicer to do it in the bath then. There's plenty of room in the tub for three," Addie told us when he broke our passionate kiss.

As Addie moved to the tub and turned the jacuzzi on, Phil opened my labia and quickly sucked on my rosebud, moving his head from one side to the other.

"Hmmm, fuccck!" I was caught off guard, so I wailed as I held on to his head. Addie returned smiling, stroking his manhood. He then wrapped his lips around my right breast as he tried to steady me. I was shaking with the sensation of four hands and two lips pleasuring my almond skin.

Phil slurped each drop that flowed from my fanny. "The bath is soapy; I can't suck you there, so I did it here." He held my waist as he stood up and took my left breast into his mouth as both of them wrapped their arms around me from each side.

I ran my fingers through their hair as I whimpered louder. Their names on my lips, I felt so adored, wondering why I did not try a threesome before my forties!

Now each of my hands stroked both of their cocks. Phil slapped my ass in amusement. I purred and giggled, and so Addie did the same thing. I took off my shoes and signalled to move to the bath.

Addie suddenly lifted me, and I instantly wrapped my legs around his waist as we shared another languid kiss. Gosh, he was so good at French kissing!

He walked towards the bath carrying me; my curvy pears pressed on his hairy chest. Phil followed, admiring his strength. "Good job, boy!"

The water was warm, and the scent of sandalwood was perfect for the occasion. Addie pressed the remote to roll the blinds up. The city lights stretched out of our view, which would be a good spectacle and distraction in case my body needed to endure more pain from these two strong men.

"It's tinted glass. No one could see us from outside. So don't worry," Addie reassured us.

He led me to the huge porcelain tub and dipped comfortably as he guided my hips. I needed to feel his manhood first before I could let him in my hole.

Phil joined us shortly. His cock was so erect, needing my attention. As I pushed my ass against Addie's bulging dick in the water, I stroked Phil's hard wood. He stood in front of me, touching my hair and face, urging me to go on.

Addie massaged my breasts in the water. My nipples became perkier as his lips glided over my shoulders, down my back. When he saw that I was starting to give Phil a head, Addie slapped my ass a few times again. Every time he smacked, I bobbed my head downward, and Phil cursed some more. It felt like clockwork!

"This is a dream come true!" said my fan in ragged breathing.

"For me too!" I groaned as his tip eased into my sensitive knot.

Phil closed his eyes as my mouth paid attention to his heavy balls. Suddenly, I let out another curse when Addie pushed his full length into my chocolate starfish. I held on to Phil's thigh as I salivated on his shaft. I bounced frantically on my fan's huge dick. He stroked my pearls, and I momentarily kissed him in gratitude.

"You are perfect as I imagined!" Addie exclaimed as he thrust a little faster.

"Hmmm! Oh, you feel so good!" I responded in awe.

"You two looked so hot!" Phil interjected.

I managed the sensation of Addie pleasuring my hole even if my body was trembling. I returned to my favourite cock. Phil bucked his hips and fucked my mouth, so aroused with how abandoned I was to our hedonistic act. I almost cried when he thrust into my throat. Our guttural moans filled the room. The splash of water on the floor was plenty. Their balls and my breasts were heavy, jiggling as the three of us danced in the tub.

When Addie buried his finger into my folds, he easily found my G-spot and held me closer. I was shivering and shaking. Feeling the drumbeat-like pulses in Phil's cock, I pulled my mouth just in time. He erupted his warm seed on my tits.

"Ohhhh, fuccck!" he exclaimed as he wanked and gripped his shaft, milking it for both of our pleasure.

Addie too was getting closer as his screams reached a crescendo. He bit my neck as he came into my ass, grunting deeply. Both of them delighted in my cum-painted tits and my cum-filled ass.

I held tight onto my men. My body arched and twisted backwards as Addie curled his finger, tinkering with my walls, hitting my core. My mentor immediately knelt in front of me to kiss me. His fingers were on my hard nipples and tugged them as my fan intensely finger-fucked me. Addie was supporting my weakening upper body. His thrusts were merciless. I could not take it anymore.

"Let go, Lina!" Phil urged as he looked into my eyes.

"Oh, goddd!"

I was raptured to the seventh heaven. It felt as if I were floating. Below me were the array of sparkling city lights. And two strong and handsome men flew me to the sky.