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“On one condition Avery,” I whisper so quietly I almost feel like I kept the thought in my mind. But she nods, letting me know she’s heard me. “I want you to picture him too.”
I know he heard us, we both said it loud enough where there’s no mistake he heard. Avery answers me, not with words but with the gentle thrust of the toy into me. I gasp as it slowly fills me, its thickness painfully molding me to its size. It feels just like him. Hard, thick, veiny just like I remember him.
Only it’s not him. Because his hard, heavy, and warm body isn’t attached. The scent of him doesn't linger in the surrounding room. His rough calloused hands are not grabbing me the way he used to. And I can’t see the look of unadulterated desire in his eyes as he fucked me.
Yet the anticipation kills me as Avery leans back on the mattress, the two of us now lying spread eagle on the bed, our legs intertwined as the shaft connects us to each other. Avery starts to move, thrusting it deeper into both of us until just a few inches of pink silicone can be seen between us.
“Too good Avery, it feels too fucking perfect.”
My moans make her move faster, and suddenly the toy vibrates inside us, pulsing against my clit.
“Oh God,” we both cry out simultaneously. Avery gleams triumphantly as she raises her hand and a small pink remote is clamped between her long red fingernails.
My pulse quickens and breathing gets deeper but it feels so fucking good I can hardly speak.
I move in sync with her, the two of us grinding against the toy picturing Zane is the one fucking us at the same time. There is nothing hotter than sharing a cock with the woman I love, even if today we have to settle for this toy instead of the real thing.
Instead of him.
Tears prickle my eyes as a flurry of heart wrenching emotions threaten to take me down. The insurmountable love I have for Avery and the fact she’s doing this for me proves she feels the same about me. But also the memory of the only man I’ve ever loved, a man I trusted, gave myself to mind, body, and soul, and he used me, ripped me apart without so much as blinking.
Despite all of it, I still love him.
Avery is right, Zane will come back to us one day when he realizes the horrible mistake he’s made, only it won’t be too late.
I’d take him back in a heartbeat, and the truth is, so would she.
Avery has gone through life searching for something, anything to make her feel alive. The numbness she grew up with, the lack of love, affection, and compassion she sought in boys who lusted for her and made her feel wanted, worthy. Only they were the ones who didn’t deserve her.
It wasn’t only jealousy that crippled me every time I saw her out with one of her many boytoys nor was it envy that consumed me as I watched them fall to her feet and worship her like the goddess she is.
It was when I realized none of them, no one would ever be worthy of the woman that is my best friend.
Loyal, resilient, uncharacteristically intuitive, and empathetic. She feels so hard and loves even harder, even though no one’s ever shown her the true meaning of the word. But when Avery loves, she loves unconditionally, with her entire being.
And she loves me.
“Scream his name with me Chlo. Together, with his face in our mind, with the thought of his cock inside of us. Shout his name while we come baby.”
I shift my body so I’m now on top, our legs once again entwined with the toy still deep inside both of us rubbing against the perfect spot in me. Avery guides me and I adjust myself with one leg in between her own. She thrusts against me and with my hand on her hip to steady myself I shift my hips in a rocking motion, finding the perfect rhythm as I move, riding her until the toy is shoved so deep into both of us I come again instantly.
“Oh fuck,” I yelp riding out my orgasm like a high tide during the morning sunrise.
A few moments later the phone chimes, a new ring I hadn’t ever heard before and we both go still.
“What is that?” I ask, unsure if it’s the app or her phone messages.
“A chat notification,” she replies, a sly smile appearing over her lips before she pulls out of me and hops off the bed toward her phone. She takes it off the tripod and scrolls on the screen not bothering to end the video.
With a wicked smirk she struts on over to me, straddling me once again but this time positioned so that now I’m the only one in view of the camera.
“Holy shit,” she gasps, and I can’t help but yank the phone out of her hand.
USER 001: Look into the camera baby. I want to see the look in your eyes as you come with my name on your lips.
My eyes drift over the words on the screen and my heart drops when I realize it’s he who’s messaged us.
Zane.
