hair was well groomed and although he was dressed like everyone else in casual shirts and slacks, he wore his clothes immaculately. He was devoid of any hair on the face. This was a man that would stand out from any crowd.
The blond guy cleared his throat. "I've been enjoying your show from afar and wanted to introduce myself."
Corey had become still as they observed this new stranger.
"I'm Michael," the guy offered. "This is my fourth formal event and the Gold room is my room of choice." He held out a hand.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Corey. This is my first time here and Paige is my match."
Michael and Corey shook hands.
"And I'm Paige." As she exchanged handshakes with Michael, she noted the softness to his skin, which was a moderate contrast to the roughness of Corey's.
Michael set his wine glass down on a small round table to the right of them. "May I join you two?"
Paige's chest tightened in anticipation of his request—a request that promised the fantasy she'd been longing for. She gave Michael another once over and noted the bulging package behind his fly. She bit into the corner of her lip as she imagined two cocks pleasing her.
"Paige?" Corey whispered against her neck. "It's up to you. What's your answer?"
"Yes."
There was no hesitation as Michael shed his shirt and tossed it on the chair, revealing a chest just as smooth and bare as his face. He bent to his knees and kissed her gently on the mouth. It was no lingering kiss as Corey had delivered, but it was a kiss showing his affectionate side and appreciation of her acceptance.
While kissing the top of her thighs, Michael hooked his palm around the back of her knees and pulled her forward. Corey spread her legs wide for Michael's perusal. And peruse Michael did—with his gaze and his fingers. He slid his fingertips against her pussy lips until they were glistening with her wet arousal.
"More..." Her command escaped her lips on a whisper.
Michael slid a thick finger into her and she moaned through her clenched teeth. Her moisture coated him making it easy for him glide easily in and out of her. Corey kissed the back of her neck and shoulders while gripping her hips. His erection prodded against her pussy.
"Are you loving this, Paige?" Corey asked.
"Yes," she whimpered, her gaze meeting Michael's amber stare.
"Her pussy is tight and hot. She grips my finger like a vice," Michael said, in his low deep voice.
Corey slid his hand across her belly, down her abdomen, and played with her clit. Her hips jerked, and she nearly came as one man finger-fucked her while the other flicked her bud of desire with precise strokes.
"Do you like our fingers on your pussy at the same time?"
She nodded, unable to make any words as strong sensation after sensation took her body. Corey used his free hand to pull down her top, exposed her bare breasts, and rolled a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. A carnal sensation started deep within her and spread across her body.
Michael moved in closer, fingers still deep in her canal, and took her other nipple into his mouth. He sucked hungrily with the same fervor with which he finger fucked her pussy. The men took turns pleasing each nipple while diligently pleasing her pussy with their digits.
"Oh," she cried out as her climax began to build inside of her.
Michael added a second finger and pounded her pussy hard. His hand was wet with her juices. Her nipples were taut with the pain of pending release.
Her eyelids fluttered closed, and she drowned out the music and everything around her and finally her muscles relaxed and release came. Her orgasm shuddered through her like a freight train reaching full speed.
Corey slid from under her, rose from the chair, and undid his fly. His pants instantly fell to his ankles revealing a thick erection, bigger than she'd remembered it the first time. Corey then climbed on the sofa and kneeled right next to her. "I want to feel those pretty lips on my dick," he said.
Paige licked