“You’re gonna be my ruin,” he groaned, sucking and nipping at my neck.
“What can I say? I have high hopes.”
He swayed back and then used the momentum to swing forward, lifting us both. In one swift motion, he whirled round and slammed me onto my back on the ottoman. Hard enough to knock the breath out of me in some heady blend of a whimper and moan.
His hands were on me in a flash, making quick work of my pants as he dragged them down, snapping them over my feet in a flourish. I mirrored his movements, and ripped my sweater over my head while he tore off his t-shirt, then I leaned back on my elbows, heels planted on the edge of the ottoman with my knees up.
Hazel eyes on fire fixed on the shadowed spot between my legs. I parted my knees, getting instantly wet the way he licked his lips, shaking his head slowly.
“Just look at you,” he breathed, one hand working his hard cock with long, slow strokes.
I reached down into my slick and split two fingers to splay myself open for him. The sound that came out of him struck my swollen clit with a jolt, making me shiver. “I want you to do more than look at me.”
It was the most honest thing I’d said all night. Never adventurous in the bedroom category, and yet… since embarking on whatever this was with these three men, I’d foundmyself wanting to be fucked in all the ways. On a table, in the middle of a crowded market, a deserted department store…
How did I begin to explain to Liv that her vanilla best friend had discovered a secret side to herself that was nothing like the woman she knew and loved? Would she accept this side the same way she did all my other parts? Then again, how could I ask her to do that if I wasn’t entirely sure that I did? What respectable kindergarten teacher bared herself this way in a public place?
Still, in the bubble of passion that formed whenever I was with the men, there wasn’t any room for rational thinking and second-guessing. With them, everything was suspended in an untouchable pocket of pleasure. Every choice, every breath was aimed at satisfaction in the moment. Nothing else.
He came toward me, one hand on his dick, the other bracing beside my head to hold his weight as he sank between my legs. I hiked my knees up, hooking one ankle at the base of his spine as he brought his erection to where I needed it most.
“I’ve been thinking about this forever,” he rasped, his breath hot and ragged on my lips. “What it would feel like to fill you up and fuck you until you come around me. Broken.” I trembled all over, biting back a helpless whimper as I lifted my hips, looking for contact. He held back.
“But I’m gonna do this slow.”
My eyes went wide and I sank my fingers into the soft flesh of his ass, pulling him down hard. Desperate to show him how unhappy I was with this development. He was a lot stronger than me, though, and my attempts fell to nothing.
“I want to slide my dick inside your dripping pussy so slowly. I want to feel you take me in, clenching around me, inch—” Henudged my entrance with the tip of his cock, making me squirm. “—by inch.” He did it again.
“You about ready to roll out of here, Ace?” Ethan’s voice. Footsteps.
We froze, still half tangled together, hearts pounding. Then Miles’s laugh broke the silence, quiet and incredulous.
“Well, well. Looks like he’s already rolling with something.”
I pulled back just enough to see both of them standing at the edge of the display. Ethan’s expression unreadable, a single dimple on Miles’ cheek. But a sudden, raging fire lit up in both pairs of eyes that stayed glued to me.
For half a second, none of us spoke. The air between us shimmered with unspent desire looking for a way out.
“Why don’t you join us?” I said, surprising even myself.
15
Ethan
He always liked to watch. Like that night back at the office when he’d walked in on us. Like with Sylvie too. Adrian was playful but shy, happy to hang back, bide his time, wait his turn. But looking at him now, poised above Maren with his raging hard-on just begging for it… I knew tonight would be different.
Beside me, Miles was already stripping down, his semi springing out of his boxers as he raked them to his ankles and kicked them aside. My actions were slower, gaze locked on Maren as her head flopped back onto the smooth velvet, neck exposed, lips slightly parted.
“Let me see.” My shirt floated to the floor as I walked over to them. Adrian rocked back to give me room, and I slid a finger between her folds, pausing to draw slow circles over her hard clit. She writhed under my touch, hands massaging her breasts. “Good. Good girl.”
A thin sheen of perspiration coated Adrian’s brow, and I read it for what it was. I gave a stiff nod. He moved quickly, a half-smile tugging at his lips as he hooked his hands behind her knees and positioned himself over her glistening pussy.
“Here—” Miles stepped forward and took one of Maren’s legs from Adrian so he could guide his cock to her entrance.
I sucked a breath between my teeth watching the way she whined when he made contact with her. I could almost feel how badly she wanted it. My own cock twitched in my pants,getting harder with each passing glance, every broken breath that spilled from her lips.
She gasped, throwing back her head as Adrian slid into her. Slowly. Restraint etched into his face, deep breaths helping him keep his shit together. And when he was about halfway, he eased his dick back out, sending Maren into a needy, whimpering, squirm on the ottoman.
