The Night Erica Craved Them Both
A night out ended up in a threesome
“Fuck,” I groaned, the word hot against his skin. “I want to taste you both.” Mike’s hand, still tangled in my hair, stilled. I felt the sudden tension in the air, a shift as palpable as a door slamming shut. Jake, whose thigh I was straddling, let out a low whistle. “Whoa, Erica. You’re full of surprises tonight.” An hour ago, that wouldn’t have been true. The pulsing bass of the Waikiki club had been a tangible force, p...