The man smiled mischievously and the white of his teeth turned something in the pit of Joe’s stomach. He was no longer certain if his growing arousal was caused by the beauty stroking him from behind or the sight of this powerful man who so confidently glided toward him with his two lovers in tow. It was quite plain that he ran the show with these two and that his desires were paramount. Joe felt himself stiffen as the trio drew closer and his eyes focused on the beautiful white teeth of the man leading the way. He wanted to open that mouth with his tongue and then lick along the brilliant edge of those teeth. The black man laughed low and soft, as if Joe’s thoughts had reached his ears. “You can do anything you want to.”

Joe sat up in his chair, struggling through the pool of whiskey that was drowning his mind to gain enough control of his senses to accurately assess the situation. Surely the man had not just responded to his thought.…

“You can touch us if you want,” the man invited and smiled again. The blond man and olive-skinned beauty at his side turned their attention from the rumble of his voice to Joe, and when the three sets of eyes fell on him he became entranced. With a gentle nudge from the nymph behind, Joe was on his feet and walking tentatively toward the magnificent trio. He hesitated a foot in front of them and met the eyes of the black man, who stood at least a head taller. His dark eyes twinkled dangerously, tempting Joe and inviting him to draw closer still.

Joe wanted desperately, for reasons that did not speak their name, to touch this man, and yet the terror that gripped him in considering it stopped him in his tracks. He glanced to the girl, and in response the Goliath black man edged her forward with a gentle hand in the small of her back. She fell into Joe’s arms and immediately met his mouth with her own. Joe lapped at her mouth like a cat after warm milk, and the musky vanilla of her skin filled his nostrils. She leaned into him, further pressing her body against his and running her silk stocking up his leg. Joe closed his eyes and pulled her closer, still running his rough hand up her naked arm. When he reached her bicep he paused, curious at the hard and bulky muscle there. The tongue that had delicately explored his mouth now hungrily danced with his own and he felt a hardness pushing maddeningly into his hip.