I brace my hands on the tile, bowing my head. Water pounds my back, scalding, but I barely register it. I squeeze my eyes shut and try to clear my head. But the image justwon’tgo the fuck away.
And now it’s morphing into something else.
I see Maddy, naked and flushed, kneeling between all three of us. Her lips are swollen, and her back arched, ass out. Beck stands behind her, guiding her hands, murmuring something in her ear while she moans. Caleb’s at her side, stroking her hair, his hands gentle on her neck. She’s beautiful, wild, and greedy for ourtouch.
And then I’m there too, pushing her mouth open, filling it with my cock, making her take me while she’s spread for the others.
I groan, the sound echoing off the tile. I can almost feel her tongue, the heat of her mouth. I can taste her on my lips and see the way her eyes glaze when she’s close to coming. And the worst part, the part that should absolutely repulse me, is how much I want to see her taken by the others.
I want her to beg them for it, and to crave every goddamn inch of us.
I lean my forehead against the wall, fists clenched at my sides. I try to fight it, to will the thoughts away, but my body betrays me. My cock feels heavy, dripping in anticipation, and all I want is to fuck this whole day out of existence.
I finally grab myself, squeeze tight, and try to jerk off to something else—like Maddy’s perky little tits and plump ass, but it only makes the other scene more vivid. I can hear Maddy gasping my name while Beck fingers her from behind, Caleb kissing her tits, and I keep fucking her mouth slow and deep, all of us using her at the same time. My hips buck into my fist, and I imagine the three of us holding her down, filling her up, making her lose control.
Fuck, fuck… I want it just like that.
It should feel wrong. But as soon as I think of my friends coming on her, and her moaning their names, I come so hard I can’t breathe, the only sound the slap of my palm on the slick tile. I lean there, panting, shuddering with the effort of it.
What the fuck is wrong with me? Why would this turn me on so much?
The post-orgasm crash is immediate. Shame rushes in, causing me to drop my cock like it’s poisonous. I slam my fist against the tile, ignoring the jolt of pain. I rake my fingers through my wet hair and tug at it. I want to be the version of myself that doesn’t need anyone.
But I’m not.
I’m the man who wants her…
Maybe even if it means sharing.
Chapter 23
Maddy
Riley:I’m SO sorry, Mads. I promise I’ll be home eventually. My boss won’t let us leave until we’re completely done with this project.
I stare at the text from her, sitting on the couch in pure disappointment. “Seriously?” I quickly type out a text back to her about how pissed I am but catch myself before sending it. None of this is her fault, but for some reason, I’m taking it out on her.
Me:No worries! See you when you get home.
I drop my phone on the cushion beside me and then run my fingers over my face. I never want to relive this day.Ever.I stand up and head for my room, pulling out the first bathing suit I can find. I slip into the dark purple bikini, throw on my black cover-up, and then jet out of the apartment.
I just need some air. Or something.
The elevator ride to the roof is quiet, and as the doors glide open on the pool level, the place is completely empty.
Is it closed?I glance around, seeing the empty bar. The string lights around the pool and hot tub are still lit, and the hot tub motor still hums. I consider turning around and going back to my apartment, but decide to stay.
The sky is streaked with orange and purple, the city spread out down below in a way that makes me pause for a split second and forget that I’ve royally fucked up my life. I walk toward the glass railing and rest against it, forcing myself to take a deep breath.
It could be worse,I tell myself.I could’ve immediately been fired today.
“But they could just fire me tomorrow,” I sigh, running my fingers through my tangled hair. I shake my head and then stand up straight again, turning back to the water. I stalk the length of the pool, arms folded across my chest.
“Adrian will definitely want to fire me,” I mutter. “Or they’ll just move me to some other department.”
Both would be equally humiliating, but at least the latter wouldn’t result in me losing this place. Of course, Beck is here, so maybe I don’t want to stay here.
Riley would be crushed, though.
