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The game has changed. And we all feel it.

Neomi exhales softly, her voice quieter now, less teasing. “Well…that escalated quickly.”

Lars doesn’t take his eyes off me. “We’re just gettingstarted.”

His hand reaches for the deck again, and I return to my chair.

“Next hand,” he says, glancing between us, control settling back into his posture. “Let’s see who loses next.”

I lost allmy clothes in the first twenty minutes.

Now, I’m sitting with my drink, completely naked, watching the two most beautiful people trade trash talk and wins. Neomi sits with one sock on, otherwise naked, and Lars is playing to keep his last article of clothing—a fitted, white, ribbed tank stretched across his torso.

Neomi begins to shuffle to deal the final hand, but I want to up the ante.

“Before you two play that hand, I suggest a new rule.”

They both look at me, and Neomi’s eyebrow quirks. “And what exactly are you suggesting, Gabriel?”

I lean forward. “You both can lose your last piece of clothing now, and the winner gets to suck my cock.”

Lars’ lips form a mischievous smile as his hands move to the hem of his tank and he takes it off, throwing it to the floor with the rest of his clothes.

“I’m in.”

I turn toward Neomi beside me. Almost arrogantly, I lean back in my chair and part my legs, my now hardening dick on display. Her eyes trail down my chest to my length. Keeping her eyes locked on mine, she bends to tug her single sock off her foot.

“Good girl. Now, let’s decide a winner.”

The cards are dealt and they both take three cards.

“All right, Bella, what do you have?” Lars peers over his cards.

Her shoulders slump. “A pair of Jacks.”

Lars rises from his chair. His eyes are intense as he lays down his cards. “Two pair. Guess I’m the winner.”

He rounds the table, and I push my chair back to give him room.

“On your knees, Lars.”

His eyes spark at the command and he drops. I take my cock in my fist as his hands trail up my thighs. I begin long strokes as he tilts his head and sucks one of my balls into his mouth.

“Fuck, Lars.”

I grip my cock tighter and run my hand up until a bead of precum forms on the tip.

“Neomi, bring me your lips,” I demand, swiping away the moisture with my fingertip.

In her chair, she leans over Lars and I extend my arm until my fingers reach her mouth. First, I coat her bottom lip, then when she opens for me, I place my fingers on her tongue.

“Suck, Siren.”

When her cheeks hollow out, my dick twitches. I cover Lars’ hand on my thigh with mine and guide it to my length. When his hand wraps around me and he covers the tip with his mouth, my head tilts back and my eyes flutter shut. His mouth glides over my length and the sensation of the two of them is almost overwhelming. One sucking my fingers and the other sucking my dick has me lightheaded and wanting more.

Neomi places her hand on my wrist, pulling my digits from her mouth. Then, with lustful, seductive eyes, she darts out her tongue and licks the length of them, circling the tips when she reaches the top.

“Christ, you’re going to kill me, Siren.”