My fingers scrape at the table as he hammers into me. I can’t take my eyes off Ambrose. He’s visibly turned on now, pupils blown, mouth open, and he lets out a low moan as Crawford fucks me so hard the table shudders beneath our combined weights.
I’m not sure how long it lasts, all I know is that having another man watching me squirm and writhe with Crawford’s cock inside me is fucking exhilarating.
Crawford lets out a loud shout as he comes inside me and slaps me hard on the ass as I let out a half-moan, half-scream. I watch Ambrose lower a hand to his cock, and adjust himself as he sighs, leaning back in his chair.
Crawford collapses over me, his hand covering my own as our fingers entwine for a brief moment.
“So fucking hot,” he whispers into my ear, and I close my eyes.
I’ve never felt this before. This sense of safety and security with another person. It scares me, even as I crave it.
Chapter 20
Lucas
Ipull out of Amelia’s hot, wet body and peel off the condom, tying it and throwing it into the trash.
My eyes find Ambrose, and I can tell that he enjoyed that just as much as I did.
I hide my discomfort and give him a lazy smile as I pull Amelia to her feet. She’s so beautiful I can barely breathe. Well fucked, soft glowing skin, and wide, wet lips. Now that I’ve tasted them, I don’t know if I’ll ever have enough.
That was nothing like it was with Megan.
I try to banish the thought, but it persists, bobbing to the surface like driftwood.
I never felt like this with my ex. Megan and I were always relaxed. In fact, for the first year of our relationship, we regularly fucked other people.
When Ambrose came into our lives and started watching us, it was natural and felt almost like a bit of fun to be had on the side.
I never felt jealous or possessive over her. But just now, halfway through the best fuck of my life, I wanted him to leave.
Having his eyes on Amelia is different in a way I can’t explain.
Would he want to hire her? The idea of it is repugnant to me, and that makes me more nervous than anything else could.
Amelia is relaxed and soft in my arms as I help her dress, but I know this won’t be the last time we fuck tonight. Ambrose is hopped up, and he’ll want to find his release.
But he’s not touching what’s mine.
I brush a strand of hair out of Amelia’s eyes, and she smiles up at me. Her lips are still wet from our kisses, and I want to shove my tongue into her mouth again, own her, ruin her for every other man.
“I’m just gonna freshen up for a sec,” she says softly, and I step back, watching her walk to the bathroom. The dress hugs her in all the right places.
I turn back to Ambrose, and he’s watching me with his eyebrows raised.
“What’s going on, Luca?” he asks, but his tone is gentle.
“What?” I reply.
He stands, and his boner is almost comical as he readjusts himself.
“This feels different from how it used to,” he says.
“You’re seeing things in your old age,” I mutter, but he just smiles. It’s an infuriating smile, it says ‘I know you better than you think’.
“There is heat between you. The air crackles with want, no?”
I wave him off, shaking my head and pretending what he says doesn’t bother me, but my stomach lurches unpleasantly. He’s right, it does feel different.
