Epithymia – Chapter 4, Pt. 1

I paced nervously, running my hands over my dress, through my hair, making sure that I looked my best. The little black dress I wore was completely out of my comfort zone: a deep cowl in front swooped between my breasts, and a matching drop of fabric in the back swept down to the top of my ass. There was no chance in hell I could wear a bra; instead, my breasts hung free, my nipples grazing the silky fabric with every movement and sending a zing of pleasure straight to my core. The minuscule, black, La Perla thong I wore barely covered my sex and, between the physical stimulation and the thought of what could be happening tonight, was already soaked.

“What the fuck am I doing?” I muttered to myself, peering into the mirror above my vanity. The sex kitten staring back at me was unrecognizable, thanks to Hana’s assistance. My long, chestnut hair was curled and twisted into a fluffy, messy bun, tendrils artfully hanging around my face; skin, tanned by the beautiful Cordonian sun, glowed underneath the scrap of material that was my dress; sky-blue eyes looked like glittering jewels, framed by a dark, smoky eye and impossibly long lashes. I looked like a supermodel; I felt like a virgin on prom night.

After our discussion last night, Liam and I decided that we wanted to embark on this new journey right away. Fueled by lust, we had sealed our agreement by fucking on every surface of our royal apartment, whispering what we wanted to do to each other – and to our friends.

“I bet you can’t wait to feel Drake’s cock pounding into you, baby, hmmm?” Liam breathed into my ear as he plunged his own dick balls-deep in my pussy. I moaned out loud, the sensation and his words edging me towards my climax. I reached between my legs to stroke my clit, using two fingers to rub the bud in tiny circles.

“God, yes, Liam,” I groaned. “tell me who you want on their knees, sucking you off.” The thought of another woman’s mouth all over Liam’s body was so fucking hot, them getting off together, while Drake slammed me from behind. Liam let out a growl and lifted one of my legs to his shoulder, the new angle hitting an even sweeter spot inside me. His eyes, glassy with desire, met mine.

“What do you think, Charlotte? Who should I choose?”

I could barely speak, my orgasm building. Staring into Liam’s eyes, a smirk on my lips, I knew exactly which woman I wanted to play with. Memories of changing together in the boutique, catching glimpses of her body and feeling both envy and a flicker of desire–yes, there was a woman I had in mind.

“I want to see Olivia on her knees for you, my King.”

Liam’s eyes fluttered closed, my words sending him over the edge. The sight of him, mouth open in ecstasy, drew me over the edge and I clenched down hard on his shaft, milking him. Our cries mingled together and we came down from our high, my hand reaching up to run through his hair. Liam bent to kiss me firmly, his tongue jutting out to lick at mine, then pulled away to meet my gaze.

“Tomorrow, Charlotte. I will arrange everything, my love, and you will know pleasure like you’ve never known before.”

Thinking back on his words sent another rush of heat through me. I didn’t know what Liam had planned, who he had even spoken to. He mentioned our friends, those people he trusted with his life and our secrets, and he knew about my need for Drake, but I wondered if he would bring anyone else to play with me, with us, the first time. I trusted him to take care of me, though, to guide me through this; tonight would be nothing short of amazing. I squared my shoulders and swiped some nude gloss on my lips before sliding my feet into black Ferragamo stilettos, capping the tube just as Liam walked into the room.

“Are you ready, Love?” His eyes roamed hungrily over my body, making my skin tingle with anticipation. Liam looked sexy as hell tonight: fitted, slim black pants and a dark blue shirt, sleeves rolled up to reveal his tanned forearms. I smiled at him.

“Absolutely. What’s our plan?”

Eyes sparkling, he offered me his arm and walked me into the hallway, closing the door behind us. “Tonight is about you, Charlotte, and your comfort. There is absolutely no pressure on you to do anything. Think of it as another evening with our friends, people we love and trust. Drinks and conversation, nothing more, and we can see where the night takes us.” We arrived at the small parlor reserved for our family and friends and stepped through the doorway, a small group already assembled inside. Once inside, Liam swung the door closed, locking it behind us.

“Charlotte! You look amazing!” Hana rushed up and hugged me, careful not to dislodge my hair or expose my breasts to the room. She looked gorgeous, as always, wearing a tight, white bandage dress that showed off her curves and her bronzed skin. I hugged her back, already at ease. Hana stepped aside to greet Liam and my eyes zeroed in on Drake across the room, sitting lazily in a leather wingback chair, one ankle propped on the opposite knee, rocks glass in hand. He wore a white button-down over dark-rinsed jeans, his sleeves rolled just like Liam’s. I could see his tan chest peeking out where he’d left the top buttons undone, a smattering of dark chest hair within my view. He looked fucking delicious and my body shivered in anticipation of where the night may lead.

I sauntered over to Drake, whose eyes burned with desire as he stood to greet me. I could feel the intensity of his gaze as it swept over me, lingering on every inch of bare skin, as though it were his hands on my body.

“You look amazing, Charlie,” he uttered lowly, dipping his head to kiss my cheek. It was a familiar gesture, one completely outside the bounds of royal propriety, and I froze, afraid of what the others would think. Drake pulled back and studied my face. “Don’t worry. Tonight, you aren’t Queen. We’re all just friends, here to enjoy ourselves for a night.” I nodded tightly, feeling stupid. Drake smiled softly at me. “Don’t beat yourself up, this is all new to you.”

Something in his voice gave me pause; Liam had told me about their summer tryst with that countess, but …

“Do you all…play…together?” I whispered. A sexy grin slid across Drake’s handsome face.

“Most of us have, in the past,” he replied. “We all grew up together, Liam, Maxwell, Olivia, and I, and when we reached a certain age …” he shrugged a shoulder. “We’ve had fun together.”

“So I’m the odd one out,” I muttered, deflated. “Like always.”

“Hey, don’t say that,” Drake cupped my bare shoulder, his touch warming my skin. “Since Liam’s social season, since you arrived, we haven’t done anything like this,” he promised. “Once Liam met you, everything was off. He didn’t look at another person once you walked into his life, Charlie, I swear it. Besides,” he added, “Hana’s never been with us, not like this. Well, except for–” he stopped and blushed. “That’s not my story to tell.”

His words calmed my fears a bit. As long as we were on a somewhat-even playing field, I could handle this, but being thought of as the prudish American who didn’t know how to have fun bothered me.

“Thanks, Walker.” I rolled my shoulders to ease some of my tension, causing my dress to shimmy across my body, and Drake’s eyes flashed down, trying to catch a glimpse of what lay beneath. Smirking, I slapped the back of my hand against his chest. “Maybe later, if you behave.”

Drake sucked in a breath and I watched his pupils dilate. His tongue came out to wet his lips and I nearly groaned out loud at the sight. “Oh, Charlie,” he murmured. “You have no idea what I’ll do to you.” He stepped away, leaving me reeling from his words. “Let’s get you a drink.”

Once I had a glass of Cabernet in my hands, I sat next to Liam, who was chatting with Maxwell on the couch, and placed my hand on his knee. He turned to me, smiling, and grasped my fingers.

“Are you enjoying yourself, Charlotte?” He gazed in my eyes, making sure I was fine with everything that was happening. Opening my mouth to speak, I paused when I saw Maxwell’s hand resting on the back of Liam’s neck, gently teasing the short hairs there. My husband watched my face carefully for a reaction; momentary surprise gave way to a rush of heat and a genuine smile slid across my face.

“I am, very much, my love,” I replied, kissing him fully on the mouth–another etiquette breach I was sure would be fine tonight. Liam’s hand came up to cup my cheek, his thumb brushing against my cheekbone as he deepened the kiss, his tongue coming out to languidly stroke against mine. “Mmmmm,” I sighed, pulling away slightly. Maxwell eyes shone with desire as he watched us part.

“Aren’t you two fucking gorgeous,” he said with a smile, pulling away and standing up from the couch. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go mingle.”

He crossed the small room to Olivia, who had her back turned while talking to Hana. Maxwell slid his arms around her from behind, leaning in to lay a playful kiss on her exposed neck. Olivia shrieked, her hands grasping Maxwell’s as he pulled her close. “Damn it, Beaumont, I’ve told you to leave my neck alone!” She elbowed him in the stomach then arched into him, pressing her ass against what had become a very obvious tent in his slacks. “I do it because it pisses you off, Liv,” Maxwell laughed, spinning her around to give her a peck on the lips. Hana’s eyes widened momentarily at the interaction, then a flash of understanding crossed her face. Olivia reached back to grasp Hana’s hand and pulled her close, the three of them now engaged in conversation as though their bodies weren’t wrapped up together.

“This is amazing,” I said, turning to Liam, feeling like a kid in a candy store. He laughed genuinely, standing and pulling me up next to him.

“And it can only get better, my love.”

I swirled my wine before finishing it off, the rich red liquid sliding down my throat and warming my belly. Liam nodded to the glass. “Time for another?”

“Yes, please,” I said, smiling at him as he went to grab my refill. Drake quickly took his place and slid an arm around my waist, the place where his arm met the bare skin of my my back tingling from the contact.

“You look calmer now.” He squeezed my side, pulling me into him. I turned my head to face him, meeting his chocolate-brown gaze. “I am, thank you. Are you having fun?” His eyes locked on mine for a moment before answering.

“Anywhere you are is fun, Charlie.”

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