Riding Out the Storm by Emma Jay

addressed Zach. “What will we use as chips?”
    ****
    Ethan
stared at the growing pile of chocolate candy pieces in front of Jill, as well
as the folded pieces of paper that held fantasies, one for each of them for
each round of play. Two sat in front of Zach as well. Ethan hadn’t won a round
yet.
    The
fact that the others had this control was making him nervous. He could tell by
the way Jill was shifting that she was already playing out a scene in her head.
Her nipples peaked beneath the sweatshirt and her cheeks were rosy, and he was
pretty sure it wasn’t from the heater. He wished he knew what were on those
other pieces of paper. He wished he knew which one was getting her hot and
bothered.
    His
own fantasies were pretty lame. A striptease and a blow job from Jill. He’d
been careful to make that distinction. But he didn’t trust Zach, and could see
his influence on Jill.
    “I
don’t want to play cards anymore.” Jill gathered up her slips of paper and
rising. She pushed her chair back and stripped off the sweatshirt, revealing
her breasts swelling above the lace of her bra. Zach and Ethan stared, and his
own hand twitched with the need to touch her breast, stroke her hard nipples.
    Zach
eased back in his chair. “You have one of those that you like?”
    “I
have three.” She opened the slips and fanned them in front of her, tucking one
slip into her pocket. Ethan wondered what that one said. She bent at the waist
in front of him, filling his gaze with her full breasts. “I’ll let Ethan pick
one.”
    He
dragged his gaze from those gorgeous breasts, his tongue already registering her
taste. He looked at the slips of paper, two in her handwriting and one in his
own, the striptease one. Which meant Zach had his own, or the one in Jill’s
pocket, and he was actually pretty anxious to see it now. Hers were—Jesus, a
three-way—and opening the curtains so anyone walking by could watch.
    “This
one.” He pointed to his own, and glanced at her breasts. “Though you have a
head start.”
    She
straightened and he just had to lean forward a bit to taste her, that nipple
poking against the lace. “I have an idea for that. I need you to take the edge
off first.”
    She
pushed down the lace and closed the space between her breast and his lips. He
sipped it into his mouth, closing his hands on her hips, not caring that Zach
sat across the table watching. Zach would be watching the striptease, too, but
it would be for him.
    She
took his hand in both of hers and guided it down her stomach into the waist of
her jeans. He looked up to see her hang her head back, exposing her neck as his
fingertips brushed the top of her panties, then skimmed over her bare flesh to
find her clit swollen and needy.
    Christ,
how could he want her so bad again, bad enough that he’d fuck her with Zach in
the room, that he’d even consider sharing her with Zach? She wanted a
three-way. He’d done it with two women before, but he’d never shared a woman he
cared about with another guy. He’d never really imagined it. Would he go in her
ass while Zach fucked her pussy? The other way around?
    What
did the paper in her pocket say?
    God,
she was wet, slick. He dragged his finger up and down her slit, playing with
her opening before he drew his finger out and slipped it into his mouth as she
watched.
    “Strip,”
he said, his voice rough.
    “Make
me come first.” She pushed her hips toward him, and he slid his hand back into
her jeans, finding her clit and flipping the pad of his finger over it, feeling
it harden as her breath came faster. She gripped her shoulders and pumped her
hips to move his touch faster. Her breasts swayed with her movements, making
him harder. He wanted everything and he wanted it now. He felt the first pulses
of her orgasm and snatched his hand away before she finished coming. She parted
her lips on a whimper of protest, but the gleam in her eyes told him she knew
what he was doing.
    “Strip,”
he said again,