Burning Desires A compilation of Erotic one shots

Catherine

All I wanted was a night alone, just the two of us, to escape the stress and obligations of parenthood. That is exactly what we need.

More precisely, I really need a playdate tonight.

I can not help but clench my jaw at the sensual music that permeates the hallway leading to Jay's office. I can not stop myself, so I take my time walking and take a quick look behind the curtain to see the group activity room. I clamp down on my bottom lip as I take in the scene, allowing the desire that warms my belly to grow.

A couple of women in front of me are slowly being undressed from behind by their partners as they are deeply in love.

Her breasts protrude as one man slides the dress down his girlfriend's arms. Her lover takes possession of her mouth, but her friend goes straight for her uneven pink nipples. They have a ballet-like choreography to their movements.

The display makes me feel good, and that is all I need to be reminded of it. Feeling desperate, I drop the cloth and make my way to Jay's office.

I open the door and fall backwards instantly. I blink several times until I get steady again, thinking that my eyes must be playing tricks on me. Frank, holding a shaker, is standing next to the bar staring at every part of me with captivating eyes.

"Uh-" My thoughts become empty. I really have no idea how to put ideas into words, much less articulate them. His sleeves are rolled up to reveal the tattoos that run the length of his arms, and his shirt is unbuttoned at the collar. He grips the shaker tightly and shakes the liquid inside back and forth, his green eyes still fixed on me.

The only thing that wakes me from my daze is Jay's voice. "Hello, wife. Did you find the show entertaining?

I then quickly look at him. His legs are wide, his white shirt is unbuttoned, he smirks, and he is staring at me immobile while sitting on the couch.

"What is happening?" I stutter, lingering in the entranceway.

While chatting with Frank, Jay raises a hand and makes a finger gesture for me. "My wife should have a drink first, then come on over."

Taking a sharp breath, I turn to face Frank. He seems to be assessing my potential as he continues to stare at me and study me.

Interesting. because my plans for what the fuck I will do are still somewhat hazy. I am not aware of what is happening. Has my husband gone insane?

I saunter over to face Jay with caution and halt a few feet ahead of him. Give me a kiss, kitten. And say thank you for your present."

"What present?" I lean in to kiss him, rasping.

When I am close enough, he pulls me up onto his lap and plants a painful kiss on my lips. Every bit of my lips he takes is possessive, and his grip is ravenous.

He licks his lips and puts his mouth to my ear with a razor-sharp, intoxicating gaze. "This is Frank, your gift, sweetie. Tonight, both of us are going to fuck you.

Oh.

The thought of these two men having their hands on me makes my thighs tense and my heart pound.

Jay smiles as Frank comes over to sit next to us with my drink. "Just the way you like it, he made it extra dirty."

Grabbing my wrist, Frank shoves the drink into my palm. Too softly, he asks, "You okay?"

My heart rate ticks up and my body heats at his proximity.

Jay squeezes my hips and forces me to my feet, causing my drink to slosh over the rim of the glass. "She's fucking perfect. Cat got your tongue, Kitten?" he asks, a teasing lilt to his voice. His eyes are almost silver as they roam over my features. "Soon it will be Frank that has your tongue. What do you think about that, baby? Can you handle us both?"

Need tugs at my core and desire pools in my panties.

Is he fucking serious right now?

"Take off her dress," Jay says. His attention is on me, but the command is for the man at my side.

Frank's nose finds my neck, and his breath tickles as he inhales. Goose bumps pebble my flesh, but my eyes remain on Jay, transfixed.

He's not angry. There isn't even the normal look of possession in his eyes. Instead, I find want, desire, and pleasure in the set of his jaw and the way his irises flicker as he watches my brother's best friend undress me.

Frank's fingers are gentle as they slip the neckline of my dress over my shoulder, much like the scene I witnessed only moments ago in the playroom.

As the fabric slides down my body and pools at my feet, Jay holds out a hand. I take it, and he steadies me so I can step out of my dress. When I've kicked the garment aside, I stand before him in a black bra and panty set. Both pieces are comprised of straps that crisscross my body. When I dressed for the evening, I imagined him pulling on each one while he fucked me.

"The fuck is this outfit, Kitten?" Jay growls, his eyes eating me up.

I clear my throat, finally gaining some semblance of control. "I had plans of my own tonight."

Frank chuckles as he kisses my neck. "Don't let us get in the way."

I shake my head fast. None of my plans hold a candle to the scene before me. I want this. Them.

"I think she likes my plan better," Jay pronounces with a knowing smirk.

I gulp down a niggle of discomfort.

Is this a test? Should I tell him I only want him? That he's enough?

If my husband is only doing this to please me, because he thinks I need it, then I will gladly step away.

My nerves must be written on my face, because Jay taps on my thigh, pulling my attention to him.

"I want this. I want you to have this. Nothing changes. I promise."

"Swear it?" I mumble. Because fuck, I want it. Maybe it's wrong, maybe I should only want my husband, but if he's offering me a night to escape with him, to play with him, I'll take it.

I'd do anything with him. And tonight, he's proving that he feels the same. The depth in which he understands me is what makes him the other half of my soul.

Jay nods and presses his face to my stomach, his nose skirting the line of my panties as he inhales. "I can smell how ready you are, baby. You want us both. Be honest."

Finally, with my lip caught between my teeth, I nod. I turn to Frank, whose hands have been lazily roaming up and down my arms. "Are you okay with this?" I don't want this to change our friendship.

He smiles that easy smile, and my body melts beneath his touch. "One last time," he says, his green eyes teasing as he slips a hand beneath my bra and tweaks my nipple.

Moaning, I arch into his touch.

Jay's laughter hits between my legs. "Already so needy for us."

The heat of his breath so near my core, mixed with the sting of Frank's fingers pinching my nipple, has my mind spinning. I'm going to pass out.

Frank pulls my face to his and devours my mouth.

My husband's low growl is all I hear as he tears my panties down. Then his tongue is sliding between my other lips.

Despite the moan that works its way from me and into Frank's mouth, my determination falters. Should I push him away or hold him closer? In the end, my tongue makes the decision and tangles with his, tasting him, spurring him on.

And as my hand finds Jay's head and I pull him closer, his laughter reverberates against my clit.

"You like his tongue inside you, wife?"

I pull back, breathless, and study Jay. He's running lazy circles around my clit, but he's watching me, studying me, looking at me like what he's doing right now is his favorite thing in the world.

"Yes," I pant.

"Naked. Now," he growls.

His words light an inferno in my core, and the flames lick higher when Frank pops the clasp of my bra and flings it across the room.

"Come here, Kitten." Jay angles himself so his back hits the armrest of the couch, then he pats the cushion beside him.

I don't hesitate, obeying my husband's every command.

"Lean back, baby," Jay murmurs, pulling me down until my head is on his lap. "Let him taste you. He's going to get you nice and wet for the both of us."

Swallowing hard, I look up at Frank. His eyes rake over me as he slowly unbuttons his shirt.

I groan when Frank's tattoo-covered muscles come into view. He's like a work of art.

"Show off," Jay grumbles.

Oh, husband. He's going to lose his fucking mind when he sees what lies beneath Frank's boxers. And I know that because we used to fuck, once upon a time.

The cocky Irish bastard doesn't smirk, he smolders. And the look he gives me as he settles between my legs makes me squirm. He's so fucking hot.

This is so fucking wrong.

And I'm going to enjoy every minute of it.

Jay forces my chin up and covers my mouth with his as Frank licks up my center.

"Holy fuck, Jay," I hiss against his lips. "Frank is licking me."

He chuckles darkly, his chest vibrating. "I see that, wife. Are you enjoying it?"

Oh God. Is he insane right now?

"Ye-yes," I stutter the words.