Wicked Envy, page 11
It takes no time at all and Avril’s head shoots up as her hands go to Dane’s head where she fists chunks of his hair. She cries out her release as her hips rotate to create more friction between his mouth and her clit. He keeps at her, and I can hear her say “stop” as she pulls on his head.
And as soon as his head lifts to look at her, Avril’s gaze shifts past him to land directly on me. It happens all in an instant, but it seems like I watch it in slow motion.
Her eyes go wide with shock followed by a flood of guilt within those blue irises. I only get contrition for a second at most before flames leap in her eyes as she realizes I just watched Dane eat her out and there’s a part of her that likes it.
Avril murmurs something I can’t hear, but Dane does, because he’s pushing up and turning to look over his shoulder at me. There’s no guilt on his face at all, but I see an openness I’d expect if I were to walk into a bar to meet him for a long overdue drink together.
Leaning to the side so she can see past Dane, Avril then does the absolute unthinkable. She lifts her arm, turns her palm upward, and holds it out to me. Her eyes are hot and fevered. When I glance at Dane, I can see he’s turned on by the prospect of what Avril is silently offering me right now.
She’s beckoning me to play with them, and my conscience finally decides to rear its ugly head. I move to take a step backward only to be brought up short by the wall to my back. Dane’s face turns troubled, and Avril pushes off the chaise to walk toward me.
My eyes roam all over her body as she comes my way, my first completely unfettered view of her as I couldn’t see much of her body that night we both fucked other people in here. She’s stunning… breasts heavy with tight nipples and cropped blond hair on her pussy that’s slightly darker in the middle because it’s wet. My cock starts aching as she gets closer, and I feel like a deer caught in the headlights.
Avril steps right up to me, and my eyes come up to meet hers.
“Please join us,” she whispers, and I don’t mistake the plea in her voice. I’m not sure if this is out of guilt they’ve been caught or she truly wants me, but I’m so fucking horny at this point, I’m not sure I even care. Somewhere in the back of my mind, something is screaming at me to move cautiously and take heed, but this is Avril standing in front of me.
A woman I’ve loved for a long time in the same way that Dane has loved her.
The look in her eyes is asking me to love her in a different way right now.
“Is this wrong?” I ask her.
“It’s not to me,” she murmurs, and I want her to touch me so bad. If she touches me, my decision will be made.
She doesn’t, though, and I know she wants me to walk on my own accord the rest of the way.
I look past her to Dane. He’s now standing beside the chaise, his erection standing tall. Nothing about the woman whose pussy he just ate inviting me to join them is turning him off. He gives me a nod, telling me it’s okay.
But nothing about this is okay.
My two best friends.
My two best platonic friends.
Standing naked and asking me to join them.
“Fuck it,” I mutter just as I reach out to pull Avril to me. She comes easily and steps right into my body, her lips coming straight to mine.
I groan when her tongue breaches my mouth, and my hands go to her ass to pull her against my erection. Avril sighs. It sounds like happiness to me, so I choose to believe I am making her happy.
She works her hands in between us, opening my jeans. When her hand wraps around my cock, my knees go weak. My eyes start to roll, but Dane stepping up behind Avril makes them pop wide. He wraps his arms around her, one hand going to a breast, the other going between her legs. Avril’s hand tightens on my dick, and she strokes me hard as Dane fingers her.
“Kiss me again,” she whispers, and I do without hesitation.
I’m so worked up I’m surprised I’m not spilling in her hand, but the entire scenario is so surreal, I’m having a tough time even processing the feelings.
“Let’s go back to the chaise,” Dane says in a low voice. Before I know it, he’s pulling Avril by the hand that way. She, in turn, takes my hand in hers, regretfully letting go of my dick. The three of us walk in a line back to the furniture that’s just begging for something dirty to take place on it.
Dane, being Dane, takes control and pushes Avril toward the chaise. He positions her head near the low reclining portion so she’s on her hands and knees. I watch mesmerized as he runs a hand down her back, dragging his fingers through the crack of her ass to play lightly at the back of her pussy.
I groan when Dane gives a light slap to the inside of one thigh, then another, prompting her to spread her legs open.
“Fuck her,” Dane tells me softly, but it sounds menacing to me. Like he owns her and he owns me at the same time.
And yet… I can’t help myself.
One knee goes to the chaise, and then another as I position myself behind Avril.
She cranes her neck to look at me over her shoulder, giving me an encouraging yet sexy smile. “Andrew… I want it.”
That’s all my body needs to hear as it takes over the power and control from my brain. I push my jeans down a little and take my cock in my hand. When I press it to her slick opening, a shudder of pure pleasure rips up my spine, and I don’t give a single fuck about one consequence.
I brace with one hand to her hip, and I feed myself into her slowly. Avril’s head drops, and she moans her appreciation of my gift. Holding still within Avril’s cunt, I watch as Dane walks to the head of the chaise and takes Avril by the chin. She opens her mouth willingly, and Dane’s huge cock disappears inside. My hips jerk in reaction to watching as Avril is filled with us both, and I start to move within her.
My movements begin slow, but as Dane increases the pace with which he fucks her mouth, I find myself moving to match him. Avril moans around the cock in her mouth and her pussy flexes around me, causing me to practically see stars. I bring my other hand to her hip and start to pound away inside of her, each stroke causing me to fall further and further into a haze of lust and boiling need to come. In this moment, it matters not that they’re my best friends or that we’re doing the dirtiest thing imaginable.
All I care about is coming. When Dane throws his head back and groans out his release while lodged deep in Avril’s mouth, it’s all I need for my cock to start spilling what seems like buckets inside of her. I come hard, and my head spins from the exquisite pleasure of it. I’ve never experienced anything like it before, and I know it’s because there’s something infinitely filthy about fucking your best friend while your other best friend fucks her at the same time.
Dane pulls his cock out of her mouth and leans down to give her a hard kiss. I stay planted within her, satisfied beyond measure, and yet wondering where in the fuck we go from here.
CHAPTER 15
Avril
I step out of the elevator and turn right, heading down to Andrew’s apartment at the end of the hall. While he was all in the moment with Dane and me last night, after it was all said and done, he jetted out of there quickly, citing he was tired and still a bit hungover from the Berkley trip.
Dane and I recognized it for what it was, and that being he was just as wigged out as I was when it first happened between Dane and me. I’ve texted him a few times today, and he’s answered all bright and cheery sounding—or as much as you can read emotion into texts. But he wasn’t actively engaging me, and that means he’s out of sorts. I know him well enough to know he needs some validation right now.
So, I’m spending my Saturday afternoon working to put Andrew’s head back on straight, and I can’t think of anything more important than that. I even called Dane and he offered to come over as well, but I think Andrew just needs to hear it from me. He and I are the ones who have a stronger emotional connection, so we can speak the same language once I get him to open up.
I knock solidly three times and wait for Andrew to open the door. He does so without hesitation and doesn’t look surprised to see me. But then again, he wouldn’t. He would know without a doubt I’d never let him stew about anything that could cause him distress, and I’d be the first there to help him get through it.
He stares at me with a blank face, and I use the opportunity to appreciate just how good-looking Andrew is. While Dane may have been the one who made all my girly parts sigh years ago with his perfect face and body, Andrew just has that all-American good guy kind of look. He’s the one you know you want to bring home to meet Mom and Dad because his looks are so wholesome.
“Gonna invite me in?” I ask with a smile.
His look back is sheepish, and he steps back from the door. “Yeah. Sure. Of course.”
I walk into his apartment, and it looks like it always has. Totally a bachelor pad with clothes on the floor, empty plates on the coffee table, and the TV turned on to ESPN. He has his backpack on the couch with his laptop opened and sitting beside it, so I know that meant he was working. We’re all always working whether we’re at the office or our homes.
“Want something to drink?” he asks as he pads over to the couch. He’s got on a pair of black track pants and a gray UC Berkley t-shirt, which fits his solid frame a little too well. It reminds me of the power of his body as it was behind me and in me last night, and I loved the feel of it.
Loved it even more that I had Dane at the same time, and I’m not sure what type of woman that makes me.
“I’m good,” I reply as I follow him to take a seat beside him on the couch. He reaches for his laptop as if he’s going to continue to work, but I put a stop to that right away.
I touch his arm lightly and say, “We need to talk.”
Andrew’s head turns slowly, his look wary. “What’s to talk about?”
Okay, so he wants to play dense. I don’t have time for that.
“We need to talk about the fact you fucked me doggie-style last night in a public place while I sucked Dane’s cock,” I tell him crudely, and Andrew actually winces.
With a sigh, I stand up from the couch and round the coffee table to stand before him. He watches me quietly and still on guard.
“The first time Dane and I were intimate,” I start off by saying so I can present him all the facts. “I was completely freaked out the next day. I’d thought I’d ruined a friendship and a business partnership. I couldn’t even look at Dane the next day, but he wouldn’t let me stay that way.”
“I’m looking at you right now,” Andrew says in a low voice.
“But you’re still confused about this,” I say with certainty. “I know because you’re so much like me, and I know how I felt.”
Andrew leans forward on the couch, elbows to his knees. His voice is dry and tinged with a bit of anger. “And just how did you get past it? What exactly did Dane do to ease your conscience?”
I don’t hesitate in the slightest. “He laid me on his desk, ate my pussy, and made me watch him. Then he told me to get over it, so I did.”
“Just that easy?” he asks sarcastically.
“No, it wasn’t easy,” I tell him softly. “But I learned how to accept it and appreciate it. What we have is a gift, Andrew.”
He snorts. “A gift?”
“A gift,” I reiterate. “Three people who are tightly bonded, who care for each other, and who are as close as family. And we can share a deeper level of intimacy. Granted, it’s not conventional, but it’s something to be cherished.”
Andrew stands up from the couch and as he advances on me, he asks, “So what’s your solution, Avril? Did you come over here with your sexual charms to make it all better for me?”
I shake my head. “Not my original intention, but I’d welcome you into my body if you wanted that.”
Andrew stops in his tracks and curses as he scrubs his hands over his face. “Why did you have to fucking say something like that?”
“Because it’s the truth,” I tell him as I take a few steps to bridge the distance between us. I take his hands in mine. “That first night at The Wicked Horse, when we watched each other, I wanted you from that moment. I didn’t know I had this side to me, Andrew, but I know it now. I’m not ashamed of it. For some reason, it feels just right to me and I’m not going to ignore that.”
“You mean having sex with different men?” he asks me hesitantly.
“That’s how it started. I was exploring my sexuality. And that exploration led me to watching you, then being with Dane, and then being with you both, and I liked it more than I should. There’s something about what we did last night that speaks deeply to me, and I can only assume it’s because we have this amazing foundation of friendship. It just made everything better, and it all seemed so right. Didn’t it feel a little right to you?”
Andrew lets out a pent-up breath and the expression on his face is pained. “It felt both very right and very wrong.”
“And the wrongness of it is part of what’s right,” I tell him, and he jolts from my words. I can see I’ve hit the mark. It’s the dirty, taboo element of what we did last night that he most enjoyed.
Same as me.
“I don’t want anyone else,” I explain so he knows what this is. “I want you, and I want Dane. But wanting isn’t enough. We all have to be okay with this because if one of us isn’t, then it all has to stop. If you can’t envision this working, or you can’t envision me with Dane, then it’s over. We all stop, and we go back to just being the greatest of friends who took a risk and realized when it was time to get out.”
Andrew’s eyebrows draw inward. “So, we what… have a ménage relationship? Which I’m not even sure that’s the appropriate term, but the three of us are together?”
“Maybe,” I say without any real idea if this is right. “I guess. We could all be together, or we could be with each other individually at times.”
“How does that even work?” Andrew says with frustration as he pulls his hands from mine. “I mean… do we all sleep together at night? And how the fuck do you explain that shit to your conservative parents at Thanksgiving? ‘Oh, hey, Mom… we’ll all sleep in my bedroom together because we’re all about the triple loving’.”
“I don’t know, Andrew,” I admit with defeat. “I just know I want to be with you and Dane. I know Dane wants it. The question is, do you? If you don’t, that’s okay, and we work super fucking hard to make sure this friendship stays strong. But if you do, I only think we can take it one step at a time.”
“It’s just sex though, right?” he pushes for clarification, but I can’t say for sure.
“That’s a big part of it. But you and I both know it’s better than just regular sex because of the bond we already have. So, it’s definitely something more.”
Andrew shakes his head as if he can’t believe we’re even having this conversation. His eyes heat with anger. He turns away from me, takes two steps, and then spins back around. “This is fucking insane, Avril. Last night… no goddamn words to describe it. Best fucking experience of my life, and yet, I’m betting most people would think that was some whacked shit.”
“It’s considered quite normal in The Wicked Horse,” I murmur. “That’s what that club is all about.”
“But we’re not in The Wicked Horse right now, are we?” he says in a low, rumbling voice as he steps back up to me. His hand comes to the side of my neck, fingers sliding to the back. “You said you’d welcome me into your body. That seems like an entirely different animal than us having a dirty threesome in a sex club.”
I have to tilt my head to look up to him, and I hate the conflict I see in his eyes. I want to make this okay for him, but I don’t know how to at all. I just know he needs to decide what he wants to do.
“Do you want me to stay or do you want me to go?” I ask.
His eyes bore into mine and he swallows hard, but he remains silent as he looks at me. With a sigh, I step to the side to push past him, but his hand grabs my arm and he spins me back around.
Anger contorts his face, but I also see a heat in his eyes that has nothing to do with his raging emotions. My belly flips with recognition of what he wants.
“Guess I want you to stay,” he mutters as he takes my wrist and pushes my hand against his crotch. He’s hard as a rock, and my entire body trembles with anticipation.
“Let’s go in your bedroom,” I suggest.
Andrew shakes his head furiously. “Not there. Right here.”
This causes my heart to clench, because there’s no doubt Andrew doesn’t want me in his bedroom because that’s too intimate. I know him, and I can see by the determined look on his face that if he’s going to jump into this with Dane and me, he’s going to do so with the idea in mind that this is truly only sex to him. I know that’s the way he’s choosing to protect himself, and that’s okay by me. I want all our hearts protected.
Andrew’s kiss hits me like a thunderstorm, rolling through me in booming waves. In moments, our clothes are gone and we’ve stumbled backward onto the couch. Andrew shoves his computer and bag to the floor without a care, and then presses his big body down onto mine. Somehow, he works his hand in between us, his fingers playing between my legs until I’m a squirming mess.
He breaks a hot kiss to look down at me. “Last night… we didn’t use protection.”
“I’m on the pill, and Dane and I are safe. I assume by you sticking your cock in me last night, you were, too. Because I trust you.”
Andrew gives me an understanding nod before his mouth is back on mine. He kisses me with long, slow swipes of his tongue while he massages my clit with his thumb. Finally, he pushes up to take my legs in his hands. He spreads them wide and pushes me up slightly before plunging his cock into me with one solid thrust to the root.
Then my best friend, Andrew Collings, fucks the breath out of me. He makes me come twice before he presses his face into my neck and groans out his release.
