My heart flutters fast and I bolt up off the couch, “Drivingyoucrazy?” I look at the clock on my microwave and smile sickeningly to myself. “Wait one more minute and you’ll really feel like a psycho screwball, and you’ll hear it in surround sound.”
“Hear what?”
As if on cue, the moaning starts really low, muffled like they’re in the kitchen, probably on the table, her tits probably slathered in the cheesecake they served us for dessert. I squeeze my eyes shut.
“Are you shitting me right now?” He’s stunned. His face looks like he’s hearing things no man should ever hear.
“I wish I were,” I say, wrapping the afghan tighter around my shoulders for comfort. “Brace yourself, Dex. It’s going to get really loud if they move their party onto her couch.”
Gimme that big thick cock. I need it, now.
I press my finger to my lips and force myself to look into Dex’s eyes. Nate and Julia must be on the couch now. It’s too loud for them to be anywhere else. Dex is in utter, undeniable shock.
Fuck yeah, take my cock. Take it all.
Really loud, over-the-top gagging sounds ensue, with moans, like she’s getting off on choking on his junk. Do guys actually like that whole act? I want to ask Dex, but I’m almost positive he’s one of those guys who wants to feel like a big man at all times, just like Nate does. I would have never pegged Nate for being a man who needed constant encouragement when he was inside someone that his dick was bigger than everyone else’s.
Oh Nate, oh God, sucking on you makes me so wet.
Why? Say why? Why does sucking on me make you so wet?
She purrs. Because your dick is the biggest I’ve ever had.
Can I stick it in? Can I have your pussy?
Yes! Yes! Take it. It’s yours. My pussy is yours.
Thump. Thump.
My framed prints once again thud against the wall, but this time Dex is here to witness the sounds of someone you love having monkey sex with another person.
He looks up at me with wide, round eyes. “Jane,seriously? How do you not masturbate to this every night? My dick is so hard right now.”
“Dex, that’s disgusting, seriously.” Or normal, let’s go with normal since I want to touch myself all the time to the sound of him moaning. I just wish I could drown out her.
We both quietly listen. “God, I love you,”Nate says.
“I love you too, Nate.”
“We’re both fucked, aren’t we? Neither of us ever had a chance,” Dex says, chuckling.
My face scrunches up with his words and the room sways a bit. How can he say that so callously?
“Come here, my little Goth-girl photo booth fuck buddy,” he says, patting the spot on the couch next to him.
“Dex,” I growl, but I scoot over. I’m disheartened and miserable. Dex is right, I never had a chance, not with Julia around.
“Come here,” he reaches toward me and pulls me close to him, fitting me into the crook of his arm. “Let’s call a truce you and me, we could be co-presidents in the Lonely Hearts Club.” He grabs the remote and turns on my television, drowning out anything else the two lovebirds talk about next door. “Let’s see what’s on Netflix. We need a good binge-worthy show.”
I stare up at him shocked. We’re sitting way too close.
“Don’t look at me like that. Truce,” he says, smiling.
I blink a few times.
“Jane Nash, you gave me the best head of my life, and we sounded a hell-of-a-lot hotter fucking than they do. We got a standing ovation, didn’t we?”
I elbow him in the ribs and he laughs more.
