I walk back into their circle and watch her hand as she lays it on my chest before looking back into her eyes. Searching to see if the Evangeline I knew then is the same one I’m staring at now.
“Do I get to know your name?” she asks while running her fingers lower on my chest and tugging slightly on the top of my pants.
I shake my head but don’t say a word.
“This is—” I abruptly shoot my head over to Cole, stopping his words with my stare.
He can’t say my name. She’ll know, instantly. I go by Warroad. It’s actually the small town I grew up in. That she grew up in. Thousands of miles away from here.
I can tell by his body language that he’s confused, but thankfully he’s used to my weird moods and brushes it off.
“He wants to play mute, mystery guy tonight, I guess, but don’t worry, we’ll still show you a good time,” Cole says, pulling her away from me and bringing all of her attention back to him.
“I have no doubt about that. I’ve never done this before.” She looks back at me, grabbing my hand. “Will you show me how this is done?” Her innocence almost makes me want to laugh. I know she’s far from, but she’s playing the part convincingly, and Cole is eating up every second.
Before I know it, the three of us are walking to a corner room, one that gives us a little more privacy and pretty much guarantees no one else will enter our scene.
Cole wastes no time and starts in quickly removing his clothes while kissing his way down her neck. Instead of joining them, I stand back, observing her and the two of them together.
I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that she’s here. But more importantly, I can’t figure out how I feel about it. Watching his hands on her is killing me, but I can’t tell if it’s jealousy because I don’t want him touching her, or because I want it to be my hands caressing her instead.
I know every inch of that body, every curve, the soft plump of her breasts or the tightness of her little ass. It was all mine at one time. I guess it could be mine again. Though she wouldn’t know it’s me.
Or would she?
She turns in Cole’s arms and reaches out to me, grabbing hold of my shirt and pulling me into her, but I resist. My hand covers hers and chills instantly run down my spine. Taking a deep breath, I remove her hand from my belt and shake my head. Stepping back slightly, I lean against a couch, folding my arms over my chest and crossing my legs at my ankles.
I’ve been a member of this club for a little over a year, and I’ve never sat back to watch a scene unfold. I may not know if I want to be involved in this threesome, but the idea of watching just made my heart beat a little faster.
Cole notices my retreat from the scene and takes full advantage, getting Evangeline all to himself. His greedy hands pull on her lingerie, removing her bra and springing her breasts free, grabbing one roughly.
That brings her attention off of me, and I chuckle to myself when I watch him pull her nipple between his fingers. She hates her nipples being played with, and my intuition is confirmed when she pulls his fingers away and cups his hands on the bottom of one breast. She may hate her nipples being touched, but she loves having her entire breast played with.
The thought that some things haven’t changed makes me smirk and shake my head slightly in amusement.
Cole makes his way down her body, sticking his face directly between her thighs as he pulls her panties down her legs. Watching her body react to being licked makes my dick twitch. It’s the way her head falls back, making her long, blond hair flow down her back as she grips Cole’s hair for dear life.
Suddenly I’m fifteen again, lusting over the girl who just appeared from under the water with her head tilted back, allowing the water to flow down her wet body. Nothing has changed yet everything has. And my cock responds in the exact same way. Only now, it’s worse. I’ve been inside her. I’ve felt what it is to have her clench around me in the most delicious way.
My head fights with my body as I slide down onto the couch, sitting on the edge, bringing my hands up to a steeple on my knees, and placing the tips of my fingers at my lips. A low growl releases from my mouth as I push every ounce of air out of my lungs, trying not to blink my eyes, so I don’t miss a second.
My lust catches her attention and she looks at me, tilting her head slightly to the side before running her hand up her waist, cupping her breast, looking directly at me. She’s putting on a show, trying to tempt me to join their scene, having no clue why I’m sitting here, completely lost in her and losing my fucking mind.
Without each of us paying attention, Cole stands up, removing his pants and walking behind her. He must notice my enjoyment of watching the two of them—and being the amazing friend he is—he not only doesn’t get between us, he positions her perfectly so I can get mine while he gets his.
Fingers appear from between her legs as he works his way in, teasing and testing her limits, making sure she’s ready for him. Her body falls in response, giving him complete control as she goes limp in his arms.
I can’t hear what is said, but Cole whispers something in her ear, and both of them stare directly at me while he enters her from behind slowly. Her body tenses and then rolls in response to him pushing his way in and standing completely still, never taking their eyes off of me.
I nod my response, feeling like I need to give my approval for them to continue. Once I do, Cole responds by wrapping one arm around her shoulders, the other on her waist, bracing her while he pulls out and slams back in.
A deep moan spills from her lips and her hands reach out, one holding on to his arm and the other gripping his other hand like she’s holding on for dear life. But never once removing her stare from me.
She’s getting off on the fact that I’m watching her get fucked from behind, and suddenly, this scene went in a different direction.
Sitting further back on the couch, I fold my leg over my knee, placing my right arm on the armrest, and run my finger over my lips. When I open them slightly, she does the same. When I stick my finger in my mouth, her finger moves to hers and does the same.
She’s in a trance while Cole fucks her from behind, but my control is the one she wants. My heart pounds. My stomach aches. I want her. I need her. I’ve never been so fucked up in my life.
I walk up, placing my hand on her face and—fuck me—the sensation that runs through my body is too much when her head leans into my touch.
My heart can’t do this.
Instead, I lean in, whispering to Cole, “Fuck her good,” and walk away, leaving the club before I do something I’ll regret.
