Wicked Envy, page 10
I remember the next day, when I stepped outside the apartment, the card that his father left was gone. I had no clue if it blew away or if Dane picked it up, but he and I never spoke of his father again.
Not until just now while my body is still tingling from the orgasm he gave me. And when Dane says, “Then you know,” what he really is doing is reiterating the boundaries of what we have together.
Dane isn’t capable of love or attachment. He doesn’t trust easily, and as much as he trusts me as his best friend, he’d never trust me with his heart. He’s a solitary man who has made it through the first thirty-nine years of his life on his own, and he intends to do that for the next thirty-nine and beyond.
He’s making sure I really understand he has nothing to give me but what’s between his legs.
Leaning forward, I press my lips against his for a soft, reassuring kiss. When I pull back, I look him right in the eye and tell him what he needs to hear. “Yes, I know.”
CHAPTER 13
Dane
The limo pulls up to the front of Andrew’s condo. We’d just flown in from San Francisco on the early flight, and he’s still looking green around the gills. While Avril and I were burning excess alcohol off in her room, Andrew apparently hit the mini bar to keep his drunk going.
Andrew groans as he pushes forward in the seat opposite me. Avril’s sitting beside him with a smirk on her face. It’s completely fascinating to me how easily Avril and I can turn off the sexual attraction when we are around others. Well, “turn off” might not be the right words. Maybe “mute” would be more accurate, but still… when we all met down in the lobby this morning for the car service to take us to the airport, it was business as usual between the three of us. She and I kept up a running chatter while Andrew listened in with half an ear and winced periodically from his hangover headache.
“Drink lots of water and take some aspirin,” Avril says as she pats him on the shoulder before he slides along the seat to exit.
He turns back to her and rolls his eyes. “I’m just a little hungover. I’m going to be working today.”
“Just from the comfort of your bed wearing your jammies, right?” I can’t help but tease.
“Fuck off,” he mutters and slides out the open door being held by the driver. After he steps out onto the sidewalk, the driver goes to the trunk to pull out his carry-on and Andrew ducks back down to look into the car at us with a somber expression. “Next time all three of us go back to Berkley together, we are never—and I repeat never—going out drinking like that.”
Avril laughs and pointedly reminds him, “You wouldn’t feel this bad if you had laid off the wet bar in your room.”
“But those bottles were so little,” Andrew explains with a lopsided grin. “They looked harmless because they were so tiny.”
All three of us laugh, and Andrew gives us a wave before shutting the door. Avril settles back into her seat, crossing one leg over the other. She and I are headed into the office, and we dressed this morning accordingly. Avril has always worn business attire to work, same as me. It’s funny, because I know she’s personally more comfortable in jeans like Andrew, but I think, as a woman, she doesn’t ever want there to be any room for employees or other executives to think her less capable because of a casual dress code.
Not that I would feel that way. Avril could wear a paper bag as a dress and still rock a boardroom meeting with her star power.
Her head is bent over her phone and her thumbs fly across the screen as she’s no doubt answering probably two dozen emails she’s received since we landed. We’re all attached to our phones, but Avril is all business on hers, while Andrew and I will sometimes fall prey to surfing for pleasure.
“Our one o’clock just got cancelled,” Avril says without looking up at me, her voice brisk and efficient. Such a difference from her throaty cries last night.
My dick twitches over the memories. By the time I left her room last night, there wasn’t an inch of her skin I hadn’t licked or bitten, and I keep waiting for a flood of guilt or regret to hit me.
But it never comes and it’s either because I’m soulless and without conscience, or there really isn’t anything wrong with what we’re doing. I mean, what’s private is private, and our professional life seems to be carrying on without any problems so far.
“Dr. Lane just emailed us a new research proposal,” she advises me as she looks up. “I’m sure Andrew will read it and give us his thoughts.”
“Sounds good,” I say as I pull out my phone from my inside jacket pocket. I unlock the screen and pull up my calendar, checking to see what I have on the agenda for tonight.
Dinner, pick Sharon up at 8PM
Shit. I totally forgot about that.
While I frequently visit The Wicked Horse, I still do occasionally date, especially when it’s an airline stewardess who can do amazing things with her tongue.
I glance up at Avril, who still has her attention on her phone.
We haven’t discussed exclusivity and given the fact that we are both members at a sex club, I’m not sure what’s expected in this situation. She’s not like any other fuck I’ve had in the club because… well, she’s Avril.
I open my mouth to bring it up, because it’s a discussion we need to have, but then it hits me.
I don’t want Sharon tonight. I’d rather be balls deep inside Avril tonight… or any night for that matter.
Without an ounce of hesitation, I shoot a quick text to Sharon. Sorry. Something came up. Will have to cancel tonight.
I don’t ask for a raincheck, which is what I would have normally done, because I don’t foresee wanting to cash it in any time soon either.
Amazing.
Lifting my head, I look at Avril again. She’s got her shoulder-length hair pulled back in a low ponytail, her trademark thick bangs hiding her eyes as she works her phone. Taupe pencil skirt that comes to her knees and a lavender blouse. Her matching suit jacket is on the seat beside her.
Chief operations officer of Caterva, my best friend and a consummate professional businesswoman.
She’s also sexy as hell, and I want to fuck her.
As if she can feel me staring at her, Avril’s head lifts slowly and she tilts her head, “What?”
“Come sit on my lap,” I say with a grin.
She jolts and twists her neck to look at the driver behind her as the glass separating us is down. Her head snaps back my way. “Excuse me?”
I start unbuckling my belt. “Come sit on my lap. Ride my cock.”
Avril’s entire face flames red, and she glares at me as she jerks her thumb over her shoulder at the driver. “Now’s not a really good time.”
Laughing, I tell the driver as I start to roll the window up. “Drive around the block until I tell you otherwise.”
“Yes, sir,” I hear him say as his eyes look at me through the rearview mirror briefly before the dark glass seals shut.
“Jesus, Dane,” Avril grumbles as her eyes drop to my hands. “You’re such a spectacle.”
I unzip my pants and pull my cock out, stroking it to full hardness. Her eyes go wide as she watches.
“Don’t act all offended, Av,” I tease her. “You fuck in front of a lot more people at The Wicked Horse.”
“But not during business hours in the middle of the morning in front of our limo driver,” she grumbles, but her eyes dart back down to my cock.
“The glass is raised,” I tell her. “We’re private.”
Not really, as the glass isn’t all that dark and I’m pretty sure this car isn’t soundproofed, but whatever.
“Lift your skirt,” I order as my thumb circles around a drop of precum leaking from the tip of my dick. “Pull your panties off and get yourself wet.”
She stares at me a moment, but I’m not surprised when she does what I tell her. My breath catches as she wiggles her hips to get her tight skirt up. Rather than take them off, though, she gives me a defiant look and just slips her fingers down the front of pink cotton panties that are sexy in their simplicity.
I can tell the moment her fingers touch her clit because she shudders slightly. I, in turn, groan when she whispers, “Already wet. What do you know?”
“Come here,” I growl as I release my cock and lean across to grab her. She lands straddled over me with her hands on my shoulders and her head bent to look down between us.
I pull the crotch of her panties aside and run my finger through her lips, and fuck yes… she’s soaking wet already. Just from the thought of doing this.
“I love how reactive you are,” I murmur as I push a finger inside of her. Avril’s hips tilt and her hand comes down to grip my cock. She strokes it a few times which feels fucking fantastic, but her pussy would feel better. I slip my finger out of her and put my hands on her hips, urging her down onto me.
Avril guides me to her entrance, rotating her hips so that her pussy rubs against the sensitive tip. She slowly lowers herself onto me, panting from the effort as she stretches and then molds herself around me.
She makes a humming noise in the back of her throat when she bottoms out, and her head falls forward so that her forehead is touching mine. My eyes close, and I feel her breath on my face as she starts to move.
Up and down, her hands pressing hard into my shoulders for leverage.
Tight. Hot. Wet.
Avril.
“Feels good,” she breathes out softly.
“So fucking good,” I agree as I tilt my head to kiss her.
I keep my hands lightly on her hips, not helping or encouraging. I want her to set and keep the pace, and I want her to get me off all on her own. I also want to see if she can get herself off on my cock, but if she can’t, I’ll help her along.
Avril rides me slowly as we kiss. I’m vaguely aware of the car making right-hand turns every so often, and there’s no telling how many times we ride around that block while Avril fucks me.
But then it feels too good, and my balls start to tingle. My instincts war with the need to come and the need for her to get there first. I want to take her by the hips and slam her up and down on me, but I also want to feel that pussy contract around me in pleasure.
Avril pulls her mouth free of mine and moans, “I’m so close, Dane.”
Thank fuck.
I watch as her face contorts and her breathing goes ragged. She starts to move faster until she’s bouncing crazily on my cock, each thrust down pushing me closer and closer to the edge. My hand even starts to move from her hip, thinking to help her along with a flick to her clit but then Avril starts whimpering and then chanting. “So close. So close. So close.”
I watch her face, fascinated by the glazed over irises and the red flush up her neck. She sucks her bottom lip in between her teeth as if she’s concentrating, and then boom… she stiffens and throws her head back, crying out a lusty scream of release that I know fucking good and well the driver and half of Vegas heard.
Her pussy squeezes my cock and I lose it right along with her, growling out every curse word in the book as I start to come inside her. Avril starts thrusting lightly again as her orgasm begins to fade and I can barely take the movement on my over-sensitized but completely satisfied dick. I take her by the hips and hold her down on me, feeling my cock jerk a few more times inside her.
“Jesus,” I mutter as she falls forward against my chest, resting her head on my shoulder. My arms automatically wrap around her back, and I squeeze her to me. “That was fucking unbelievable.”
“You’re such a bad influence on me,” she whispers, but I can hear the satisfaction in her voice.
We stay like that a few moments, but then Avril’s pushing off me. My cock slides free and she curses as she falls back onto her seat, legs spread wantonly wide. “Shit… I need something to clean up with.”
“Uh-uh,” I say as I lean forward and pull the crotch of her panties back in place. “I like the idea of my cum soaking into those panties and you being wet the rest of the day.”
“God, Dane,” she says with a laugh as she pulls her skirt down. “I really had no idea you were such a pervert.”
“No idea you were one, too,” I return with a pointed look.
“Touché,” she grumbles.
I push the button to the glass divider. When it rolls down just a few inches, I tell the driver, “You can take us to the office now.”
“Yes, sir,” he says. When his eyes meet mine in the mirror, I can tell he’s turned on as fuck. I bet he’ll have to go whack one off after he delivers us.
I roll the window back up and make quick work of tucking myself in. By the time I have my belt fastened, Avril’s sitting back calm and collected, working her smartphone as if nothing just happened.
That impresses the hell out of me, and it validates that what we’re doing is cool. We can go back to business as usual.
“Wicked Horse tonight?” I ask, and her eyes snap up.
“That wasn’t enough for you?” she asks with a grin.
“Not by a long shot, and if you let me, I’ll come by your office later today and fuck you,” I tell her sincerely.
“No,” she says with a shake of her head. “Not in the office again. Boundaries.”
I sigh, but she’s right. It’s too much temptation, and it blurs the lines. “Ten PM then?”
“Sure,” she says casually as she stares at her phone. For some reason, that rankles me. I think I’d much prefer her to look me in the eye so I can see how torturous the wait will be. Instead, Avril’s showing me that she can separate the personal from the professional.
I should be overjoyed by that, because this means it can work. I haven’t considered how this thing will end, but maybe it doesn’t have to. Maybe this will be enough for us for a very long time.
CHAPTER 14
Andrew
I knew the chances of seeing Avril or Dane here tonight would be high. I knew that I risked walking into a room and seeing them experience the ultimate in pleasure, but when I walked into The Orgy Room not a minute ago, I didn’t expect to see them together.
The Orgy Room is dimly lit with focused ceiling lights that beam down on the various pieces of furniture where people have sex. Once your eyes become accustomed to the lighting, it’s easy to see what goes on. I had walked the perimeter of the room, checking out the action.
I knew I wanted to come tonight to give this another shot. I wanted to do it because my two best friends are finding something here that makes them happy, and well… I want happy. It’s something that has eluded me over the years as I’ve waited to find the right woman. I’m thirty-seven and it hasn’t happened yet, so I figure it’s time to try something new.
Avril and Dane don’t think I’m cut out for this lifestyle, and I don’t know if they’re right or wrong. I just know I have to try or else I’ll always wonder.
Nothing, however, could prepare me for seeing Dane and Avril together. There’s a reclining double chaise lounge, padded with thick vinyl, and they are both completely naked. My first instinct is to bolt out of here, because I feel like I’m intruding on something intensely personal. But just as quickly, I dismiss that because nothing can be intensely personal when you’re fucking in a room known for its orgies.
Entranced, I watch as they kiss and fondle each other. They must have just gotten started. Dane has his hand working between her legs and she’s stroking his cock, which is rock hard.
My cock is rock hard I realize as I continue around the edge of the room to get a different view.
I feel completely weird as I find a place against the wall where I can lean against it and watch. They’re ten feet from me, completely immersed in each other, and my dick feels like concrete. I’m reminded of that night weeks ago when I watched Avril get fucked, and I wonder what the hell is wrong with me that I can be so turned on by that. Watching her with Dane is a million times more intense.
I should be running away and pretending I never saw this. Not sure how I’ll look them in the face on Monday at the office, but that’s not enough of a risk to have my feet moving. Instead, they stay firmly planted while I squeeze my hands into fists to prevent myself from jacking off.
As much as I’m fascinated and turned on, there’s a tiny kernel of jealousy starting to brew deep down as I watch Dane’s fingers pumping in and out of Avril. She and I shared something that night we watched each other, and it was outside the bonds of just friendship. It was sexual. There was a connection, but I never would have thought to act on it. I’m not sure whether I hate Dane or admire him for pushing past something I couldn’t.
But really… I can’t hate him or her. They’re both enjoying what they’re doing, and I can tell by the way their hands are moving and the way they are kissing that this isn’t the first time they’ve been together. They obviously have a connection, and the only way I could ever begrudge that is if our friendship gets ruined.
It might. But it might not.
All I know is I’m rooted to the spot, unable to look away and knowing when I do finally jack off or fuck someone else in here, I’m going to come harder than I probably ever have before.
Neither of them seem to be in a hurry to get off, slowly and lazily touching each other, and it’s driving me crazy. I consider finding someone in here to fuck, just so I can get off, but then I’m surprised when Dane rears up and spins Avril so her back is along the reclining portion, which has her facing me. Dane spreads her legs wide. My eyes go straight to her pussy, which is glistening wet. My view is immediately obstructed as Dane drops to his stomach and presses his face right into her. My cock jumps as Avril’s back arches in pleasure, and I have no choice but to adjust myself, stroking myself lightly over my jeans.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Dane’s head moves back and forth as he eats Avril’s pussy, and it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. My mouth waters, and that little kernel of jealousy expands a tiny bit. Part of me wants to clap Dane on the back, but the other part wants to pull him off her so I can get her off with my tongue.
