Groupie Love – RealityKings with Cyrstal Rae, Janice Griffith, Jerry

Title: “A Ravenous Threesome”

The sultry Indian summer evening had just begun, and already the air was thick with primal tension. I stood on the balcony of our penthouse suite, admiring the glittering city lights below, when I heard the bathroom door creak open behind me. I turned to see Jerry emerge, a thirsty glint in his eye. His sculpted physique was draped in a fluffy white robe, recently showered and smelling of sandalwood.

“Evening, Janice,” he purred, stalking towards me like a predator eyeing its prey. “Care to join me for a nightcap?”

I bit my lip, heart racing as he reached out to brush a stray lock of hair from my face. Jerry’s touch was electric, sending shivers down my spine. I nodded, letting him lead me back inside to the opulent bedroom.

We sipped champagne on the plush king-sized bed, legs intertwined as we traded kisses and coy whispers. The cool bubbles fizzed on my tongue, heightening my-sensitive nerve endings. Jerry’s wandering hands slid up my thighs, thumbs tracing circles on my inner legs through the silk of my robe.

“You’re impeccable, as always,” he murmured against my neck, lips grazing my skin. “A vision.”

I tilted my head, allowing him greater access as my body yielded to his touch. His fingers knotted in my long auburn hair, tugging ever so gently as he assaulted my throat with hot kisses. I could feel the heat of his bare chest through the thin silk barrier separating us.

Abruptly, he pulled back, piercing baby blues smoldering with lust. “I have a surprise for you,” Jerry rasped, reaching for the nightstand. He retrieved a lilac envelope adorned with gold foil.

Baffled, I took it, breaking the wax seal with my thumb. Inside, I found a glossy invitation inscribed with flowing script:

“12 Brilliant Pleasures,
Private Soiree
By Invitation Only
Bring Your Hottest Toy”

Puzzled, I glanced up at Jerry. He grinned wolfishly, already reaching for his phone to dial a number. “Crystal Rae? I have confirmation for tonight… Yes, Our usual space… Two hours…” He trailed off, listening intently. “See you then.”

Jerry tossed the phone aside, dragging me into his lap astride him. “A little getaway,” he told me, unfastening my robe and letting it pool around my wrists. “Somewhere we can indulge our darkest desires without judgment.”

I gasped as he palmed my bare breasts, thumbs circling my hardening nipples. Electricity crackled between us, his manhood surging beneath me. “I’m yours,” I breathed, surrendering to the ache building between my thighs. “In every way.”

Jerry growled in approval, capturing my lips in a searing kiss. I returned it feverishly, sucking on his tongue as he pawed at my ass. My head swam, intoxicated by his heady scent mingling with the champagne.

Clothes were shed, tangling with the expensive bedding in our haste. Jerry entered me in one swift thrust, pinning my hips down and driving into my slick heat. I keened, back arching as he stretched and filled me completely. My nails raked down his flexing back, urging him deeper.

“Fuck, Janice,” he groaned, rolling his hips into mine. “So goddamn tight.”

“Yes,” I whimpered, meeting his animalistic pace with cascading undulations. “All yours, Jerry. Take me.”

The raunchy sounds of our coupling echoed through the marble suite, Jerry’s signature rights, grunts, and the wet slap of flesh against flesh quickly multiplying as he drove into me harder. Our cries swirled with the room spinning pleasantly, spurred by the building pressure in my core.

“Come for me, Janice,” Jerry commanded breathlessly, fingers digging into my bottom hard enough to leave imprints. “Let me feel you.”

His other hand snaked between us, finding my throbbing pearl and circling it in time with his thrusts. I saw stars, clamping down on him reflexively as I hit my peak. Jerry followed soon after with a strangled roar, finding his own release deep inside my fluttering walls.

We collapsed on the bed together in a sweating, panting mess, legs and limbs entwined as one. Jerry pressed a kiss to my damp brow, stroking my hair as we basked in the afterglow, catching our breath.

“12 Brilliant Pleasures,” I finally managed after a moment, recalling the invitation. I propped myself up on one elbow, meeting Jerry’s knowing smirk. “What is it? Where are you taking me?”