No kissing, I remembered from the lust-filled echo in my head of Ben’s first admission of wanting to tempt a third to play with us. When the guy tried to lower his lips to mine, I turned to the side, and his mouth landed on the curve of my jaw. A breath puffed against my sweat-prickled skin as Blond Guy chuckled, then mouthed down my neck. My cock perked up more, and when a hand landed on it, I didn’t know if it was Ben’s or our new friend’s. Ben’s tongue traced the other side of my neck, and I became the beat of the music, the slide of skin against skin, the heat of lust. Fingers played up and down my length while the three of us moved as one, and the song became less lyrics, more raw fucking beat.