My hands ball into fists, nails biting into my palms, because I know if I loosen them, everything will break. Lightning, maybe, or the illusion holding this together.
Jesse’s got that starved wolf grin on his face, the one he wears when he wants something too much, and Abilene isn’t exactly saying no.
My face feels hot. But I don’t move.
I force myself to watch.
There’s a shameful electricity in witnessing what you want, but only through a glass wall. The hallway’s cold, too. The AC hums, and I swear the vents must be aimed directly at the patch of carpet where my toes curl, because my skin prickles.
But inside my chest, just under my ribs, my whole body tightens and burns with a shameful pulse I can’t unclench.
Jesse’s hand slides to the small of Abilene’s back.
He’s intense, tracing the waistline of her leggings. He seems almost drunk, every movement overpronounced, nearly cartoonish, but she’s the same, and her head tilts back, hair just missing the cheap plastic smoke detector above.
Her laugh floats through the air, barely audible. She’s pretty when she’s flushed, when her guard is down.
I want to reach out and touch her hair, just to see if it still smells of cinnamon and Pantene, but I’m on the other side of the glass, frozen out by my own fear.
And then, just like that, she glances past Jesse’s shoulder and catches my eye.
Shit. Does she wantmetoo?
Immediately, my cock hardens. I know I shouldn’t. This is kinda insane, but I find myself drifting towards them.
I want Abilene too. I can’t deny that. If Jesse is also pleasuring her, then so be it.
There’s a little voice hissing that I should break it up. Be mature. Be a friend and step in, or at the very least, back off and let them have their moment in private.
But I can’t.
I walk up to them instead, so slow and heavy-footed I barely feel the ground. My hands find the edge of the cheap hallway trim, a shitty plastic imitation of crown molding, and I grip it hard as a ship railing.
Jesse doesn’t notice me, most of his attention sandwiched between the base of Abilene’s neck and her collarbone. He’s nipping her there, marking her, and her breath fogs the space just above his head.
Abilene doesn’t look away from me. Her mouth opens and closes silently, then she gestures down and back, a flick of her wrist that’s either “come here” or “get lost.”
I choose to go toward her, to cave to what my dick wants. Almost as if she senses what I need, Abilene pushes off from the wall, twists a little, and drops to her knees in front of Jesse, inviting me in.
The carpet burns my knees as I sink behind her, hands hovering in the static between our bodies. Abilene’s spine arches, and her ass presses flush against me.
It seems she’s always known I’d be here, a second shadow behind her.
My hands settle on her hips, uncertain, then bolder, and her whole body shudders in response. Jesse has his fly down already, his boxers the only thing separating her from him. For a split second, I feel a jealous knot in my gut, as if this is a contest and I’m about to lose, or maybe win, or maybe both.
Jesse’s eyes finally flick toward me, a slow, drunken realization pouring over his face. But instead of telling me to fuck off as I half-expect, he grins, daring me.
It’s a look that says,come on, let’s see who can make her break first.
I don’t know if that makes Jesse my teammate or my enemy, or maybe just another animal in the same tangled food chain.
Abilene’s small hand tugs the material down and closes around Jesse. He gasps, all the joking drained out of his face, replaced by a surprised rawness.
Her other hand reaches back for me. Heat leaps from her wrist into my palm, surging up my arm fast as a short circuit.I’m shaking so hard I worry she might notice, but Abilene only squeezes tighter.
I want to slow it down, say something clever, or ask if she’s sure, but my mouth is dry, and my mind is gone, kneeling on this rug with the wood paneling pressing lines into my back.
She pulls Jesse toward her face. His cock is flushed and glossy with a bead of wet at the tip, and I see it twitch as it hits the cold air. I freeze.
