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“
You looking for a third?” he asked.

Elizabeth laughed, shocked. She shook her head.

“Maybe,” she heard Sebastian’s voice behind her, then felt him pressing against her. She turned to look at him, but his eyes were on the boy. She stopped dancing.

“
You like women?” Sebastian asked.

The boy shrugged.
“I like her,” he said gesturing to Elizabeth, touching a strand of her hair. “I like you.” His eyes met Sebastian’s. The look in them wasn’t hard to decipher. It was pure sex.

Sebastian stared at the boy for a moment. Elizabeth just watched, speechless. Then Sebastian
nodded. “Meet us at the Mercer in half an hour..” He scribbled her room number on a piece of paper and handed it to the boy with a wink. Then he grabbed Elizabeth’s arm, pulling her off the dance floor. She followed, stunned into silence.

By the time they got outside and hailed a cab, Elizabeth had recovered.

“Uh, Sebastian, what the fuck is going on?” she said, though she thought she had a pretty good idea.

Sebastian frowned at her, putting gentle fingers on her lips.
“Sh. You shouldn’t curse. It doesn’t suit you.”

“
Sebastian!” Elizabeth hissed. The cab driver glanced at her in the rear-view mirror.

Sebastian put his hands on her shoulders, pulling her close to him. He whispered into her ear.
“I’m going to bring your fantasy to life.” Elizabeth shivered. Something about his voice so close to her ear made her clitoris throb.

Elizabeth remembered Sebastian coaxing her most secret sexual desire out of her. She had admitted to fantasizing about a
ménage a trois
with two men, but she had never thought of making it a reality. “I don’t know ...” Elizabeth began, her pulse racing. Some things were best left in the realm of the imaginary.

“
Sh,” Sebastian said, touching her lips again, looking into her eyes. “I do.” He kissed her, long, slow, and deep, oblivious to the cab driver watching them in the rear-view mirror.

*

By the time Brandon – at least that was the name he gave them – knocked on the door of Elizabeth’s room, Sebastian had his shirt off and Elizabeth, stripped down to her panties, bra and boots, was aching with desire. Sebastian had been playing with her, teasing her into a state of uncontrollable arousal.

“
Come in,” Sebastian said. They were standing facing the door, Sebastian behind Elizabeth, tracing her lips through the thin fabric of her panties with one hand and clutching her hair with the other, twisting her head to the side so that he could flick his tongue along her neck. As the door clicked open, Elizabeth realized that Sebastian must have given the boy his key.

“
Join us,” Sebastian said, as Brandon closed the door behind him, sliding out of his black down jacket. Elizabeth and Brandon made eye contact and she could see that in addition to the lust in his gaze there was something else, like he almost wanted to laugh in disbelief. Elizabeth imagined that she must be wearing the same expression. Surreal didn’t begin to describe this.

Brandon stripped off his t-shirt and pressed himself against her. His skin was almost translucent, he was so pale, and covered with a soft blond down. He smelled of clean sweat and a smoky citrus cologne. His hands were still cold from outside as he ran them up and down her sides, his palms touching her, his fingers touching Sebastian.

“Kiss her,” Sebastian said, and Elizabeth felt him stepping away. She closed her eyes. Brandon’s lips were soft, almost hesitant. He held her lightly, his hands continuing their dance up and down her back.

He moaned and Elizabeth
’s eyes fluttered open. Sebastian was behind Brandon, his eyes on Elizabeth’s face as he placed delicate kisses along Brandon’s neck and shoulder. She felt Sebastian’s hand slide down the front of the boy’s pants. Brandon grabbed Elizabeth’s head and began kissing her harder, his tongue plunging into her mouth as Sebastian stroked him.

“
Nice cock,” she heard Sebastian whisper. Brandon moaned again. Sebastian withdrew his hand, placing it on the small of Elizabeth’s back. It was warm and slightly sticky.

“
Do you know how to lick a cunt?” he asked Brandon, his voice just above a whisper. Brandon nodded his head, still kissing Elizabeth, pressing his erection against her. “Do it,” Sebastian hissed.

Brandon obeyed, lowering himself onto his knees, sliding Elizabeth
’s panties down. He looked up at Sebastian before slipping his tongue into her slit. She gasped, closing her eyes.

“
Ah-ah-ah,” Sebastian scolded. “Look at me, Elizabeth.”

Elizabeth did as she was told. Sebastian was sitting on the end of the bed watching them, his eyes hot with lust, a knowing smirk on his lips. The bulge in his jeans was enormous. Elizabeth
’s eyes closed again involuntarily as Brandon’s butterfly-gentle licks brought her close to orgasm.

“
Stop,” Sebastian said, “Don’t let her come. Not yet.”

Brandon released her hips and sat back on his heels, looking up at her, then over at Sebastian, waiting.

“Come here,” Sebastian beckoned, crooking a finger at Brandon. Elizabeth collapsed onto a chair, watching as Sebastian pulled the boy down beside him, kissing him hungrily. “Mm,” he said, his tongue flickering over Brandon’s open lips. “You taste like Elizabeth.”

Elizabeth
’s entire nervous system was buzzing, her whole body crying out for release. Her clit was throbbing like the bass in a club anthem as she watched the two men on the bed, Sebastian dark and muscled like a prize stud and Brandon a creamy young stallion. Sebastian unzipped Brandon’s jeans, releasing his penis. He pushed him back on the bed and ringed his thumb and fingers around the rod of the younger man’s erection, sliding his hand up and down. Brandon arched his back, pushing his pelvis higher.

“
That is a sweet cock,” Sebastian said, looking at Elizabeth through lust stained eyes. “I want to watch you suck it.”

“
Oh, yeah,” Brandon moaned.

Elizabeth walked toward them on unsteady legs. Sebastian
’s eyes followed her. He let go of Brandon’s cock and pulled Elizabeth onto the bed with them.

“
Do it. Nice and slow,” he nodded toward Brandon, who was leaning back on his elbows, his jeans down around his knees.

She bent over Brandon and licked the head of his penis in widening circles. Brandon
moaned, lifting his pelvis as she teased him, her gaze locked on Sebastian’s. He was watching her through half-lidded eyes, the corner of his mouth raised in a sexy smirk.

“
That’s right,” he said, crawling closer. “Now slide your tongue down his shaft and lick his balls. Close your eyes.” Passing a warm hand over her eyes, he moved behind her. “Imagine it’s me. Suck on his balls like you suck on mine.” She did. Brandon writhed under her. Sebastian ran his hand over her up-turned ass, sliding his fingers into her. She moaned.

“
Mm,” he said, pulling them out. “You’re so wet, so ready. But I’m not anywhere near done with you yet.” He rubbed his bristly cheek against her ass as he slid off the bed. She heard the sound of his zipper and the rustle of his jeans falling to the floor. She closed her eyes and plunged Brandon’s penis into her mouth.

“
Oh,” he groaned, grabbing her hair.

“
Keep your eyes closed,” Sebastian said, standing with his pelvis against her thighs, hands on her hips. She could feel the length of his shaft upright between her parted cheeks. “Imagine that’s my cock in your mouth.” He teased open her labia with the head of his penis. He gripped her hips, easing himself into her with torturous slowness. She tried to push herself back onto him, but he held her still.

“
Ah-ah,” Sebastian scolded, slowly pulling out. “I’m in control. Just do what I say.” He pushed into her again, faster this time. Her muscles tightened around him. “Suck harder, Elizabeth. Faster. Take me in deeper,” he said, his movements echoing his commands. He was panting now, plunging in and out of her as her orgasm started, spiraling out from her core to consume her whole body.

Brandon moaned, his cock full to bursting in her mouth. Sebastian
’s fingers dug into her hips, as he slammed into her. “Oh, God, Elizabeth,” he cried, “make me come.”

She did.

*

Brandon left early the next morning, a shy smile on his face and a fat wad of bills in his hand.

“For the cab,” Sebastian said, sipping the room service coffee from his white china cup. She and Sebastian wore their white terrycloth robes over their freshly showered skin, sitting up in bed, drinking their coffee and looking idly through the
New York Times
, like any happy couple. So civilized, Elizabeth thought, as if last night’s bacchanalia hadn’t taken place.

She was leaving for the airport in an hour.

Elizabeth put down her section of the newspaper and picked at the remains of a fruit salad on the tray between them. Whether it was her tumultuous emotions, the effects of sleep deprivation, or a combination of both, her eyes kept sliding off the words.

She couldn
’t believe that in just a few short hours she would be back in Fairfield, back to school runs and bake sales and soccer matches and Steve. She fingered her wedding ring, a white gold band with a circle of the tiniest of diamonds embedded in it. It was plain and honest and solid, with a touch of sparkle, just like Steve. Though, it had to be said, she hadn’t seen much of that sparkle since he’d taken the promotion

Elizabeth glanced over at Sebastian. He, on the other hand
, was all sparkle and surprise and uncertainty.

Sebastian looked up from the newspaper, catching her eyes on him. A slow smile split his face. He reached over and touched her hair, still damp from the shower
.

“What are you thinking,” he asked.

Elizabeth stared into his eyes for a minute, wishing she could just download all that she was feeling through a look. She didn’t know how to put it into words.

“
Just that this has been an incredible week.” That was definitely the word for it. Incredible. Unbelievable. How had any of this happened to her?

“Are you going to add Brandon to this?” she asked, sliding her hand under his robe to touch his tattoo.

He looked at her like she was crazy. “No.”

“I mean,” she continued, curious, “Are there any guy’s initial’s in here? Have you ever had a relationship with a man?”

“No! I’m not gay,” he said, his voice filled with scorn.

Elizabeth lowered her eyes and bit her lip, remembering Sebastian kissing Brandon, his hand sliding up and down the boy’s shaft.

“I mean, yeah, I fuck guys sometimes, but it’s like when I fucked Naomi. It’s scratching an itch. It doesn’t mean anything. Sometimes, you just want to, I don’t know…” he mused, his eyes on the ceiling as if he would find the perfect word there. “Physically dominate someone who could do the same to you. It’s hard to explain. But I could never love a man like I love a woman.”

Sebastian dropped the newspaper onto the breakfast tray and shifted it to his bedside table.

“Like I love you,” he said moving closer to her, sliding a hand up her neck to cup her jaw. He kissed her softly on the lips. Elizabeth pulled away from him. Every orifice on her body was swollen and raw from the night before.

“
Sebastian,” she pleaded. The last thing she wanted now was more sex.

“
Okay,” he said, reading the look in her eye. He put an affectionate arm around her and pulled her head down to his chest. “I get it. You want to talk.”

She didn
’t actually, but they had to. “I’m just sad,” she said. “I’m going to miss you.”

“
Me too,” Sebastian said, nuzzling her, burrowing into her hair. “But it will make it all the sweeter when we’re together again. Delayed gratification, right.”

Elizabeth felt a chill run through her. She lifted her head to look at Sebastian.

“Sebastian,” she said slowly. “We talked about this, remember? Logistics?’

“
Sh,” Sebastian said, kissing her forehead. “What we have, Elizabeth, it can’t just end. We’ll be together again. Soon.”

Elizabeth didn
’t speak. She just wrapped her arms around him, breathing in his scent, feeling the firmness of his chest, the fuzzy softness of the hair on the nape of his neck. She nodded her head, not trusting herself to speak.

*

Sebastian put her in a yellow cab less than an hour later. She stared at him through the rear window as he stood on the curb, watching the car disappear down Prince Street, neither of them waving. They hadn’t gone more than a block when Elizabeth, thinking she’d give Abbie a call before she left to apologize, grovel, whatever was necessary, realized that she had left her cell phone in her room at the Mercer.

“
I’m sorry,” she said, as politely as her panic allowed, “I left my phone at the hotel. We have to go back?”