Amy presses up on her tiptoes, her teeth grazing my jaw, then interlinks her fingers with mine and starts leading me away from my friends. As we head for the stairs, I glance back at Arkin, andour eyes lock for a brief moment before Amy tugs me forward, dragging me away.
It’s weird—this pull he has on me.
“Don’t worry,” Harrison calls out, tipping the bottleneck in my direction. “We’ll look after him.”
Amy giggles, her hips swaying seductively, but I’m still staring at Arkin.
We turn the corner at the top of the stairs. It’s quieter up here, and the hallway is empty except for a drunken couple exiting one of the bedrooms. The guy hasn’t even done up his belt yet, and when they spot us, they laugh like they share a secret.
Amy pulls me down for a kiss, and we stumble into a random bedroom. She continues kissing me as she unbuckles my belt and backs me up toward the bed. I barely have time to make sense of my racing thoughts and confused emotions before she shoves me onto the mattress and slides her shoulder straps down, one after the other.
Her dress falls in a heap on the floor, and she stands before me in her tall heels and baby-blue lace panties. I swallow hard, struck by the sudden urge to escape, but I don’t get the chance to before she peels her panties off and straddles my hips.
Her tits bounce with the movement, and before I can blink, she crushes her lips to mine and moans loudly, switching on the bedside light. Days ago, I’d be all over her and her perfect body, but I feel fucking strange tonight.
“Do you love me, baby?” she asks as she frees my length and strokes it.
“Love you?”
“You’ve never said it.” She nips my lip with her teeth and sinks down on my cock, one inch at a time. “I’m good to you. I keep you satisfied.”
“Fuck…” I grunt, gripping her hips. She’s so damn tight that a hiss escapes me when she bottoms out.
“I want to hear you say it, Zach.” She rises up on her knees then slams back down, and I take one of her pebbled nipples in my mouth to distract her because the last thing I want is to have this conversation now, or ever.
To my relief, she fucks me with smooth rolls of her hips that have the bed creaking rhythmically while I try not to think of Arkin downstairs. Yes, I really fucking try to shut out any thoughts of him and the girl that was flirting with him.
“You like that, baby?” Amy asks.
My head and cock are at odds. The sex feels good yet also wrong, and my stomach churns with unease as my balls tighten. I climb higher and higher, biting the soft flesh, fingers pressing into her slim waist, and she rides me harder and faster, mussing up my hair as I suck on her tits. We kiss, and she drags her sharp nails over my scalp.
“You’re so big…” Rocking against me, she throws her head back and moans. “You feel so good.”
My fingers twitch on her waist as her pussy squeezes me. She’s close. We’re chasing that final high when Arkin comes into view across the room. He’s in the shadows, leaning against the wall beside the door with his arms folded over his muscular chest, one ankle crossed over the other.
I freeze, but Amy doesn’t notice. She rides my cock even faster and whimpers my name while I stare into a set of deep blue eyes.
Holy fuck…
Even from here, I notice the twitch in his jaw.
“Baby,” Amy whines, bouncing on my length. “I’m about to… Oh, fuck. Yes!”
Her pussy strangles my cock, and I can’t hold back.
Wrapping my arms around Amy’s sweaty waist, I thrust deep, groaning through my release.
Arkin remains motionless, but I can’t look away.
The orgasm lasts longer than any I’ve had before, my cock twitching inside Amy. Her sharp nails drag down my scalp and neck to my back as I crush her with my arms, afraid to fall apart if I let go. There’s a good chance it could happen.
I rest the side of my cheek against her soft breasts, grounded by the sharp sting, panting—buried deep inside my girlfriend.
Arkin continues to observe, his eyes gleaming.
I should let Amy know he’s here and hide her modesty. But the truth is I like his eyes on me, and I came harder than ever before because he watched. How fucked up is that?
“Do you love me?” Amy asks again, back to playing with my mussed-up hair.
