“Yes, please.”
I hear new moans coming from Real Marco and Pretend Me as I settle between Pretend Marco’s legs, diving into a lusty dream state. Real Marco sounds like an animal over there and I want-want-want desperately to know how he looks.
I come up for air for a brief moment to growl, “You like it when others can hear you? Then give them a show.”
“Not a problem,” she pants and lets loose as I push a finger inside and seal my mouth to her. “Yes. Oh god, Jay.”
I’m fucking twisted to be thinking about Marco, hoping he can hear us. Hoping he’s thinking about me like this. I know he’s not, but I want him to hear how well I’m pleasuring her. I wish he was thinking about how well I could pleasure him.
Him. Always him.
I lose myself again in his image, in the sounds we could make together. I’m lost so long that I’m startled when the body under my mouth pulls away. “Okay!” she screams. “Five is enough. Damn, Jay, a woman needs a break.”
Five?How long have I been at this? I listen for Marco but hear nothing.
Pen chuckles as she sighs, blissed out of her mind. “I think we won, champ. That was your best yet.”
Chapter 19
Yoga
Marco
Three Years Ago
Thegirlsleftinthe middle of the night. I was fine with Carmen staying, but she insisted, saying she had a client in the morning anyway. I maybe would have liked another late-night round, but I’ll be grateful for what I got. It’s been a long time since I had sex that good. But was it her? She was beautiful and enthusiastic to be sure, but there was that new element I didn’t see coming.
Jay.
Jay and Pen, I mean. Overheard sex is hot—it doesn’t matter who’s doing it, right?
Them being so close to me, watching them being hot and heavy—hearingthem—it spurred me on like nothing else ever has.
If I’m being honest, with the four of us in the living room together, I thought things were going to escalate in a different way. Clearly the girls were comfortable being around each other, and my mind was whirling with the possibility of the four of us… together. I thought about both of us getting head next to each other. Sharing the girls. And the thought of touching him by accident while in the mix… well, it didn’t freak me out. It actually kind of, maybe, sort of… made it a little hotter. The wrongness of it all—an orgy with my best friend? Two things I never thought would happen to me, and certainly not together.
Before I could put into action my new fantasy, I could tell Jay was getting uncomfortable with us being near him; I could see it in his eyes. That’s why I left the room with Carmen. I wanted him to enjoy his night, too.
But listening to him—them—go at it, made me want to try harder, pleasure her more. Yes, it was full-on a competition.
“Deep breath in for six, five, four, three, two, one, and hold,” Isabelle instructs at the head of the class. “Exhale for six, five, four, three, two, one. Very good.”
Turns out yoga is a lot harder than it looks. Isabelle has us move into a new position—uttanasana—and my eyes go wide as I watch her stand, then fold herself in half with her forearms behind her calves as she grabs her ankles.
I look over at Jay and he’s giving me the same look.Are we supposed to be able to do that?Turns out Jay is equally as inflexible as I am, which I’m grateful for because everyone else in this class seems to be advanced.
We go through several more poses, breathing deep between each one, and I get lost to Isabelle's gentle cadence. I may not be very good at this, but I am finding it relaxing. The way I can shut off my brain and just listen. I like the way I'm not expected to be or do anything more than I'm capable of—more than what I am comfortable with. It's certainly a refreshing change of pace from the army.
I look over at Jay, watching his muscles contract and relax, contract and relax. Sweat forms along his brow and down his neck in streams. His white cut-off shirt exposing his ribcage and shoulders. I wasn’t lying to him yesterday—he’s put on some more muscle since last year. He looks great, not that he didn’t before.
Why am I thinking about Jay’s physique?
But when I close my eyes as we lay in my new favorite position,savasana—also known as laying down flat—I think about what that physique looked like last night… with Pen. Of course, with Pen. Her soft body against his angular, muscular one. But when I keep envisioning it, her face becomes less and less defined. Her body begins to blur. Jay’s laying there, writhing as he gets sucked off, groaning those sweet, mumbled words I heard through the wall.That’s it, babyandJust like that.
I snap out of where my mind is tunneling and clear my throat. He had a great time last night—that’s all. Good for him.
“And one last exhale for six, five, four, three, two, one. Very good, everyone. Thank you for coming today and remember to be gentle with yourself. Your mind and body are precious gifts that deserve love and care. Namaste.”
Isabelle leaves the room as people start to roll their mats and get up. I look over at my friend looking back at me with a smile. “I don’t think I’m ready to move,” he says.
