Rizzo and I look at each other, chuckling softly, and I have a feeling we’re both thinking the same

thing. There’s a sparkle in Rizzo’s dark eyes when he proposes matter-of-factly: “So take off your

clothes, Mills.”

Casey laughs, then pauses and stares at him, taken aback. I swallow, and Rizzo licks his lower lip.

We all know that was not a joke. It was a dare. I mentally fan myself. All of a sudden it seems twice as

hot as before. The air is thick, heavy with expectation, tension and… sex. I could feel this thunderstorm

brewing on the horizon all evening, ever since we got into Rizzo’s car, but it was still possible to ignore

before he brought it up. I guess there is always sex in the air as soon as two of us get together, let alone

all three of us. And now Rizzo has got that hungry, predatory look in his eyes. Oh Jesus. A threesome?

Is he serious?

I can feel Casey’s gaze on me and turn my head towards him. The question is in his eyes: Is that

what you want?

“You don’t have to,” I whisper into his ear after quickly sitting up beside him. I know that this

dangerous rivalry between him and Rizzo could make him do a hell of a lot of things he normally

wouldn’t. I don’t think threesomes are really his thing. But still… Shit, the mere thought of watching

him with Rizzo… or even having them both… Skin, and sweat, and muscles flexing with every motion,

and soft moans… The aching stirs, deep and red and fiery between my legs. Suddenly I’m very aware

of Rizzo intently watching every move we make, and I have a flashback of the night he made us kiss in

front of everyone. Oh heaven help me.

Casey’s eyes soften. Does he understand? Does he know? He takes my face in his hand and pulls me

close for a soft kiss. He still continues to look at me after we part. And then he smiles and simply takes

off his shirt.

With a sly grin Rizzo effortlessly strips off his own shirt and crawls over to join us. God, his is a

body to die for. Watching impatiently as Casey raises my arms and pulls my T-shirt over my head,

Rizzo’s fathomless eyes are black with lust. Looking at me, he gives Casey a good, unexpected push,

and he falls over backwards, landing on his back on the cool sand. Rizzo’s hand reaches out to Casey’s

jeans, still without turning his eyes from my face. The sharp sound of the zipper being opened rips

through the electrified silence as Rizzo grabs me and passionately buries his tongue in my mouth. For a

moment my mind goes totally blank, and I just feel. Feel him exploring me, the kiss deep and hungry,

tasting like wine and cigarettes, but for once I don’t mind.

Rizzo breaks the kiss with a smug grin, then he turns his attention back to Casey, who used our

momentary distraction to get completely naked. Something in the way Rizzo’s eyes wander over

Casey’s skin sends a hot shiver down my spine. Casey has been watching us with more than interest, I

notice with pleasant surprise as my eyes drop to his crotch. He starts to sit up to join us, but with a quick

motion Rizzo grabs him by the shoulders and pins him to the sandy ground.

“Oh no, you don’t,” he orders him to stay down and climbs on top of him. Now straddling Casey, he

pins his arms to the ground at his sides with a grin. A small gasp escapes from Casey’s lips.

“Well, who would have thought,” Rizzo chuckles softly and glances at Casey’s arousal. “Little

Casey’s a naughty boy after all.” Something dark flashes in his eyes as he bends down, his lips

temptingly hovering above Casey’s, never touching. “Do you like it? Would you like to see me and your

boyfriend get it on?”

“Screw you,” Casey squeezes out and there’s a flash of a smile on his lips before he grabs the back

of Rizzo’s head, pulling him down for a kiss. Rizzo more allows it than welcomes it, looking at me all

the while. Something in his eyes gives me goosebumps, and I’m hot all over. I can tell he’d much rather

be kissing me right now. I don’t know why that does such wild things to me.

Casey frees a hand, signaling for me to join them. He puts his right arm around me when I lay down

by his side and his fingers play with my hair while he is kissing Rizzo. This is one of the moments you

wish you could freeze time and pause to simply enjoy the sensation. I lean back a little to get a better

view, and my heart is beating madly. God, what a picture. Their skin glistens in the silver moonlight

with every move they make. Casey’s scent fills my nostrils, and Rizzo’s eyes are still fixed on me, dark

with desire.

As soon as Rizzo begins to move downwards, kissing, licking a trail along his neck, Casey draws me

close and lustfully slides his tongue into my mouth. His eyes are glazed over.

No words are spoken, but the night air is filled with the sounds of our breathing and soft moans, a

song of passion. Instinctively Casey’s fingers dig into my back as Rizzo’s playful tongue and soft kisses

reach his bellybutton and he stops for a moment before he continues to tease the soft, white skin,

moving further down towards Casey’s crotch. Casey’s hips rock slightly in response, and he’s

practically begging for more. I can almost feel the yearning, his body radiating with a fire burning

underneath as my fingers caress his chest. I look down to Rizzo in the exact moment he takes Casey

into his mouth.

“Oh god shit,” my boy moans, and instinctively his body curves up to meet the touch. His breathing

accelerates rapidly as Rizzo begins to work his magic. Jesus, this is hot.

I’m now so painfully hard and so ready that I almost can’t bear holding on without touching myself

to ease the ache. Glorious… The word runs through my mind and I hold on to it as I watch Casey writhe

with pleasure for minutes until he comes. Glorious, and otherworldly, and the most beautiful thing I

have ever seen in my life. Rizzo wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and there’s something

predatory in the way he looks up at me that makes me shiver.

“Your turn,” he commands with that soft, sensual voice, and climbs down from Casey, fishing for

something in the back pocket of his jeans. Christ. Does he always carry lube, or did he speculate on

something happening tonight? He’s got condoms, too. Rizzo needs only one moment to get rid of his

denim. Then he moves over to me, both of us on our knees. I glance at Casey, who gives me a small,

exhausted but content smile. I’ll take that as a yes then, alright? Because honestly, even if I wanted to

stop now, with Rizzo looking at me like that before he grabs me and pulls me close, I don’t really think

I’d be able to.

Our lips meet with so much passion it’s almost painful. His hands are everywhere, almost violent,

needy, possessive, and something raw, animal springs to life inside of me. There’s unmistakable

devotion in his kiss… and something else, almost submissive, or burning for submission. A wildcat,

begging to be tamed. I’m panting from an overload of desire. With a quick, fluid motion, I force Rizzo

down on all fours. He allows it with a low, sensual moan. Never taking my hands off his back, I position

myself behind him. God, the most gorgeous ass the world has ever seen, and no doubt about it. I bend

down and teasingly lick at the silken, salty skin of his back, and he curses under his breath as a soft

tremble runs over his body. Rizzo dying with desire for me to take him, that’s definitely not something

you get to see every day, and it turns me on more than I can say. I admiringly run my hand along his

back and over his ass, and he makes a small, almost painful noise that gives away the full depth of his