“I know exactly who I’m getting hard over and it ain’t Don. Fuck, do that spin thing again. The bend too, do the bend—oh fuck. You better get that thing off, Queenie, before I rip it to shreds to get to that pretty pussy you’re hiding from me.”
She laughs at me, moving her body this way and that at my words, rising up to her tiptoes and stretching one leg out. I can’t take anymore of it, grabbing her ankle and jerking her back into my body. She giggles, already prepared for all of my manhandling of her, and when I spin her around, she loops her arms around my neck, climbing up into my arms. She kisses me without hesitation, her tongue stroking mine the way I want it stroking my dick, and her hips grind against my stomach so I know she’s just as primed for me as I am for her.
“Take me to bed,” she murmurs against my lips, and I break away from her to drop us both down onto the ground, laying her out and covering her with my body.
“I’m not making it upstairs—where do I undo this thing? Queenie, I’m not playing around. I’ll rip it off if I have to.”
She laughs again, that breathless sound she makes while we’re together has my balls pulling up tight with the need to be inside her. I have to ease back a little to let her shimmy out of the little outfit and I shove my jeans down my legs at the same time, rearing up to lose my shirt.
She looks so petite and perfect underneath me, her nipples hard and begging for my mouth and who am I to say no to them?
I work my way across her chest with my mouth slowly, tasting her skin and enjoying the feel of her hands in my hair, tugging and pulling me this way and that. I want to drop down and eat her out, because her pussy is everything and I need her cum all over my face, but if I do it now, I’ll never end up getting what I want from her today. So instead, I pull away and smirk down at her.
“I remember you telling me I could have anything I want, are you still game for that, Queenie? Or have you changed your mind?”
Her eyes are a little glazed over and she has to clear her throat to let out her usual sassy reply, “You do realize my best friend regularly has group sex, right? I’m not some innocent, I know all of the things you’ll want from me.”
I don’t doubt that, but I also know that sometimes her head gets caught up in what’s right and acceptable and not what feels good.
I’m going to push those boundaries tonight.
I lean down to bite at her throat and then I grasp her hips and flip her over. Fuck, her ass is just as perfect as the rest of her. Her legs are long and strong, shaped perfectly, and I lean down to bite the curve where her thigh meets her ass, hard enough that it’ll bruise, but her squirming hips show no hesitation.
Then I straddle her hips, testing the slickness between her thighs and finding her already wet and sliding my cock down the crease of her ass.
Fuck I want that too, but for now I push my cock into her pussy, groaning and thrusting a few times because it’s too fucking perfect not to.
I didn’t bring supplies down here but I’m not taking her too far tonight, just a little taste of the many things we have left to explore together, so I spit on her ass, running my fingers through it before I push my thumb into that tiny little pucker of her ass.
She gasps and wriggles a little underneath me, and I slap her ass with my free hand all while pushing my thumb in and out in time with the pumping of my cock in her pussy.
She moans, long and loud, every part of her body shuddering and squeezing, and I try not to crow in complete male satisfaction. She’s mine and she’s perfect and she loves what I do to her.
When she comes, gasping and moaning breathlessly, I pull my thumb out so I can brace myself properly and pound into her again, fucking her across the mats until I have to jerk her back down to where I need her. She’s thrashing and groaning underneath me, writhing her way up to her next peak, and I’m just as desperate to get her there as I am for myself.
I see him before she does.
There’s no possible way that I can stop, not a fucking thing on this Earth could stop me from pumping my hips into hers, my dick pounding into that tight, wet pussy of hers, but I also prepare myself for the fight that’s about to happen because whatever he might’ve said to my girl, there’s no way Atticus Crawford is going to just stand there and watch me fuck her.
Except that’s exactly what he does.
I don’t look over at him, but he’s been too much a fucking dick about this to Avery for me not to fuck with him at least a little. So I shift my weight to one hand and then I grab her chin, turning her lips up to mine for one last reminder of who is fucking her, of who is breaking her apart right now as she moans and shakes beneath me.
Then I turn her head to face the doorway.
Her eyes stay squeezed tight for a minute longer, but I know the moment she opens them. A small gasping sound stutters out of her chest and her pussy tightens like a vise around me as she startles, ripping an answering groan out of me.
I have to get myself under control because even though she’s already come twice, I’m not going to let him stand there and think that I’m a quick fuck and I don’t treat my girl right.
So I fuck her slow and hard and deep into the mats of her dance studio while her other lover watches on in seething jealousy, and I don’t let myself come until she’s screaming my name again.
* * *
Avery
Aodhan smacks my bare ass as he wanders back off through the house, completely calm in the knowledge that I’m going to hunt Atticus down and find out exactly what dark pleasures his eyes were promising me.
I pull one of my robes out of the bathroom and head back up to my bedroom, deeply uncomfortable with walking up the stairs while everything still feels very… wet.
