Chapter 5 Ethan's Surprise

• "Come on, you're taking forever!" Ethan's voice buzzed through my phone as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I was running late, but looking perfect took time.
• "I'm almost done, relax," I said, adjusting the strappy heels on my feet. "You said eight, and it's barely past."
• "It's eight-fifteen, Jasmine," Ethan retorted, his tone half-teasing, half-impatient. "Get that sexy ass over here."
• "Fine, fine. I'm on my way," I laughed, hanging up before he could complain more. I grabbed my bag, giving my outfit one last look. My dress was black and barely there, hugging every curve and leaving little to the imagination-exactly how Ethan liked it.
• Ethan's penthouse was the top floor of a high-rise, the kind with floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the whole city. I knocked and the door creaked open almost immediately.
• "Took you long enough," Ethan grinned tugging me inside. His shirt was off, a low slung pair of jeans clinging low on his hips and barely obscuring the hard lines of his abs.
• "Impatient much?" I smile, brushing past him, my hand trailing lightly over his bare chest as I walked into the living room.
• "You have no idea," he murmured, grabbing my wrist and spinning me around to face him. His eyes roamed over my body, drinking in every inch of my dress-or rather, the lack of it. "Damn, Jasmine. You look..."
• "Like you want to fuck me?" I finished, arching an eyebrow.
• Ethan chuckled; he tugged harder on my wrist and pulled me in. "Always."
• I leaned in, only letting my lips stand an inch or two above his. "So, what is this big surprise you've got planned?"
• He smiled, releasing me and walked over to the bar to pour two drinks. "Patience. I promise it'll be worth the wait.
• I rolled my eyes, but the anticipation was starting to get to me. "You're being cryptic. I don't like surprises."
• "You'll like this one," Ethan said, handing me a glass. "Trust me."
• I took a sip, the alcohol burning pleasantly as it went down. Ethan watched me, his eyes darkening with every second. There was something in his gaze, a spark of mischief that usually meant trouble.
• "So?" I pressed, crossing my arms. "Are you going to tell me or what?"
• Ethan set his drink down and stepped closer, until his chest almost brushed mine. "I've got a friend joining us tonight."
• I blinked, taken aback. "A friend?"
• "Yeah," Ethan said, his voice low and husky. "He's interested in... what we do."
• "What we do," I echoed, trying to work my way through exactly what he meant. "You mean..."
• Ethan nodded, a sly smile kicking up on his lips. "Threesomes. He's new to it, but I think you'll like him."
• A little shock ran through me, not in a bad way. Ethan and I had played with others before, but usually at my urging. This time Ethan had made the first move and something about that was getting my pulse cranked.
• "What's he like?" I asked, leaning into Ethan's space, my curiosity raised.
• Ethan's grin widened. "Why don't you meet him and find out?"
• The very second, the doorbell rang. Ethan turned, eyes shining with excitement, and headed for the door. I reached for my glass and took another sip. The booze did little to calm the sudden surge of adrenaline.
• Ethan opened the door to reveal a tall, rugged man; his jaw line set and eyes of piercing blue. His dark hair was tousled in that perfect, messy way. The moment he stepped inside, his presence filled the room.
• "Jasmine, this is Lucas," Ethan introduced as he closed the door behind him. "Lucas, meet Jasmine."
• Nice to meet you," Lucas said, his voice low and even. He held out his hand, and I did the same-shaking his firm fingers.
• "Nice to meet you too," I said back, taking him in. Of course, he was cute, but it was something in the quiet confidence in the way he held his shoulders that really did it for me.
• Ethan stirred beside me, the weight of his hand settling against the small of my back. "Lucas is interested in exploring... new experiences."
• I watched as Lucas's eyes darted to me, hunger licking in his eyes like a low flame. The air in the room hung heavier, thick with promise and possibility.
• "I hope that's all right with you," Lucas said, his voice unerringly smooth and courteous, but I saw the embers simmering below the surface.
• I couldn't help but smile at that familiar thrill of the unknown. "More than okay."
• Ethan's fingers brushed my spine, shivers running through me. "Should we get started?"
• I nodded, setting my drink down as Ethan guided us toward the bedroom. The air was electric, each step higher in anticipation until it felt like my skin was buzzing.
• Ethan's bed was huge, covered in slick black sheets that seemed to shine in the low light. I walked toward the center of the room, knowing Ethan and Lucas were staring at me. There was no awkwardness, just a sense of power, of control.
• "So, what is it that you want, Jasmine?" Ethan asked, his voice low, a full octave lower as he moved to circle behind me.
• I bit my lip, turning to look at Lucas, who still stood by the door, his features caught between restraint and desire. "I want you both."
• Lucas came closer, his confidence building as he reached out to touch my arm. His hand was warm, steady, and I felt a burn from the weight of his gaze.
• "Tell us what you want," Lucas said, his voice low, almost a whisper.
• I looked between them, my breath quickening. "I want you to touch me. Both of you. I want it rough, and I don't want either of you to hold back."
• Ethan smiled, reaching up to pull the zipper of my dress down, the fabric sliding off my shoulders and pooling at my feet. Lucas watched, his jaw tightening as his eyes roved over my exposed skin.
• Ethan leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. "Is that what you want, Jasmine?"
• I nodded, my body already responding to the heat of their proximity. "Yes. That's exactly what I want."
• Lucas stepped closer, his hands finding my hips as he pressed his body against mine. I could feel his hardness, the evidence of his desire, and it sent a thrill through me.
• Ethan's hands joined Lucas's, rough, demanding palms gliding over my skin. Their touches tangled in a dance that covered every available inch of me. I let loose a moan; the pleasure overwhelming from their hands.
• Ethan's mouth found my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin, while Lucas's fingers slipped lower, teasing the edges of my panties. My breath hitched and I arched into the touch, begging silently for more.
• Fuck," I panted out, my voice breaking as they pushed me onto the bed. Their hands were everywhere, hot and insistent, touching my body in a way that sent thrills of pleasure through me. There was no holding back, no limits-just the raw, unfiltered need that lay between us.