Wicked Envy, page 13
His eyes are dark and needy as he lays spread-eagled on his back.
I gasp again as Dane spins me toward Andrew, but I need no encouragement from here. I crawl onto the bed and over Andrew’s body, straddling right over his beautiful erection. We stare at each other while I use my hand to guide him into me, and I’m so wet and loose from that orgasm I take him all the way to the root with a single push down.
“Fuck yes.” Andrew groans and his hands come to my breasts. He squeezes and plumps them as my hips rotate a little, then his fingers pinch and pull at my nipples. He knows that drives me crazy, so I start a frantic little bounce up and down on his cock. Every time my ass hits his pelvis, it jostles the plug around inside of me and that feels fucking amazing.
Until it’s gone.
Dane is behind me. With skilled fingers, he pulls the plug out and I hear it hit the floor. I know what’s coming, yet I can’t stop wildly riding Andrew’s cock, driven to go faster by his own heavy breathing and muttered curses of pleasure.
“Hold still,” Dane says roughly as his hands come to my hips to pin me in place. “I don’t want you getting him off yet.”
Andrew lets out a grunt of either acknowledgment or annoyance, I’m not sure. Dane’s hand goes to the middle of my back and he pushes me forward until my torso is on Andrew’s with my breasts mashed to his chest.
Our mouths are just inches apart, and I smile down at him. “Hi.”
“Hi.” He grins back. “You feel good.”
“So do you,” I tell him back with a gasp as I feel Dane squirt lube on my ass. I involuntarily contract with fear and Andrew either feels it or sees it on my face, but he brings his hands to my cheeks.
He pulls me to him and kisses me slowly, and I become lost to that for sweet moments. Then I feel the silky, blunt head of Dane’s cock against my ass and my head pops up with surprise and, yes, more fear.
“Easy, Av,” Dane whispers to me from behind. “I’m going to go slow. You tell me to stop at any time.”
I nod and focus on Andrew’s beautiful face. He smiles at me reassuringly and says, “You are so fucking sexy, Avril. I want to come inside you so bad.”
His words completely melt me, causing me to relax. Dane must feel it because he pushes forward and the head of him pops inside of me. I feel the burn, but it dissipates quickly. I’m suddenly thankful for that plug in my ass all afternoon.
“Jesus, she’s tight,” Dane says, and I know he’s speaking directly to Andrew. “Man… just wait until you feel this ass.”
Andrew groans and impatiently thrusts his hips up, driving his cock into me deep.
“Oh.” I gasp as my forearms go to the mattress and my cheek presses against Andrews. I can’t move really, impaled from below by Andrew and behind by the tip of Dane’s dick inside me.
“Just hang on for the ride,” Andrew tells me and I nod my head, feeling the stubble on his cheek rub against my skin.
Dane presses further into me, and I’m stretching, burning, and then feeling the most amazing fullness. It’s almost indescribable, but I feel complete in a way that I didn’t know was missing.
Andrew stays still while Dane continues to sink his cock into my ass. When his pelvis presses against me and I’m completely stuffed, my head lifts as I moan in pleasure. “Oh, God that feels good.”
“You good, Av?” Dane asks me, but all I can do is furiously nod my head. I’m full of man, and I’m actually dreading the emptiness when this is over. I try to move up and down on Andrew, but I’m pinned in place by Dane’s cock.
“Don’t move,” Dane says. “Let us do the work, okay?”
“Okay,” I whisper, and then my mouth is occupied with Andrew’s tongue again. He starts thrusting upward into me with short, gentle strokes, which starts Dane moving. He pulls out almost to the tip before pressing in deep again.
I cry out into Andrew’s mouth, and he sucks it down. My lips go lax. I can’t even concentrate on kissing Andrew with the sensations going on below my waist. Both cocks moving, rubbing against each other through the thin flesh that separates them. Andrew breathing harshly, and Dane grunting every time he thrusts inside me. Pretty soon, our skin is slapping together and the headboard is knocking hard against the wall. The air in my lungs seems frozen, and my fingers claw into the bedspread as I can do nothing but feel the sensations. I’m overwhelmed by how good it all feels, and my head starts spinning.
My orgasm catches me by surprise, bursting apart so violently I cry out. Tears start falling freely from my eyes because it feels so amazing, and it goes on and on as both men continue to fuck me mercilessly.
I feel on the edge of blacking out, feel myself start to fall under, but then another orgasm hits me. This time, I scream from the force of it.
“Fuck yes,” Dane growls and starts hammering into my ass.
“I’m fucking coming,” Andrew groans as he pushes his hips up and his cock starts pulsing inside me.
Dane drives so deep that he pushes both me and Andrew down into the mattress and groans out his release as well in typical Dane fashion, which means uttering every curse word known to man while he grinds into my ass.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” I chant over and over again as my orgasm continues to just lazily ripple through me and both men are emptying themselves into my body.
It’s beautifully terrifying as I don’t know that I can ever have anything measure up to that again.
♦
No, there’s nothing weird about laying in my bed with Dane on one side and Andrew on the other. We’re propped up against the headboard, watching some old Seinfeld episodes and sharing the ice cream.
The haze of sex has long since dissipated, and we’ve been discussing business.
Fabron and his desire to join Caterva to be exact.
This actually makes me very happy because it shows we are all able to compartmentalize what we’re doing between the bedroom and the boardroom, even though we are discussing business in a bed while naked.
When my phone rings, I thrust the ice cream at Andrew and roll slightly over Dane to reach for it. His hand comes to my hip to steady me, and it could be a platonic sort of move except he gives me a small, affectionate squeeze as I settle back against the pillows.
Looking at the caller ID, I don’t recognize the number but can tell it’s local. I connect and put the phone to my ear. “Avril Carrigan.”
“It’s Jamie,” I hear my former boyfriend say, and he immediately adds on, “Please don’t hang up.”
I sit up straighter in the bed and can feel Andrew and Dane’s eyes on me.
“What do you want?” I ask, the surprise in my voice evident. I hadn’t heard a word from him these last six weeks since we broke up.
“I’ve been wanting to call you,” he says in what I’d almost describe as a fatigued voice. “Picked up the phone a dozen times, but figured you wouldn’t talk to me.”
“I’m not sure I should be,” I tell him truthfully.
“I’m just so sorry, Av,” he practically gushes. “I didn’t get a chance to say that, but I need you to know that. For the pain I’ve caused you. I love you, and I never meant to do that—”
At this point, I pull the phone away and hit the speaker button. It’s not like I wouldn’t recount the entire conversation to Andrew and Dane anyway.
“—I swear it was a one-time only thing. I was so stupid, and selfish, and I was missing you because you were away.”
Dane gives a disgruntled grunt, and it’s loud enough that Jamie goes silent. Then he asks hesitantly, “Am I on speakerphone?”
“You are,” I tell him as I settle back down into the pillows.
“Who’s there?”
“Andrew and Dane,” I respond in an even voice, even though I want to laugh over the thought of if Jamie could get an eyeful of me right now. “They came over to watch some TV and hang out.”
“Oh… well, um… can we talk privately?” he asks irritably.
“It’s just not a good time,” I tell Jamie.
“When is a good time?”
“Probably never,” I return. “It’s over, Jamie. I’ve moved on and so should you.”
“I’d still like another chance.” His voice is soft and regretful, and there’s a part of me that responds to it. I think I needed the apology more than I care to admit. “People can come back from these sorts of things. We could go to—”
“She said she’s not interested.” Dane leans toward the phone and growls. “Grow a ball sack and move on.”
“Fuck you, Dane,” Jamie retorts into the phone. “You don’t speak for her.”
“No, I speak for myself,” Dane snarls. I turn to look at Andrew, who has a smirk on his face. “And hear me when I say… if you get within fifty feet of her, I’m going to whip your ass again.”
“Again?” I say in astonishment as my head whips around to Dane.
He doesn’t even look at me, but reaches over and pushes the disconnect button on my screen.
“Again?” I repeat to Dane with a raised eyebrow.
Dane shrugs and leans against the headboard. “I might have imparted a goodbye message to him when he came over to pick his stuff up.”
My head turns back to Andrew. “He didn’t?”
“He did,” Andrew says simply and digs the spoon back into the ice cream. “He’s always the one who beats up the guys for you, Av.”
I turn back to look at Dane, and his eyes are soft but intense as they lock onto mine. “Anyone that hurts you gets hurt in return. Simple as that.”
And wow, does that make my heart flutter.
CHAPTER 18
Dane
Oh, the benefits of flying a private jet to Paris. It’s not the first time all three of us have traveled internationally together. We’ve attended biotech conferences over the years in so many different countries, I can’t even remember them all.
We always flew private because when you head a thirty-billion-dollar company, you can afford such niceties.
Large comfortable seats, gourmet food, and top-shelf liquor. There’s even a large couch that can fold out into a bed if necessary, and I’ve not been able to stop thinking about getting Avril naked and on said bed.
The current downside to flying private is that we also have our own dedicated stewardess who hovers nearby in case we need her. I know Avril likes to be watched at The Wicked Horse, but I seriously doubt that applies right now.
Besides… she’s in work mode, and I know this by the serious look on her face as she scowls at a document that she and Andrew have been arguing about for the past twenty minutes.
“It’s not within the current budget to add these research positions,” Avril says for probably the third time to Andrew. They’re sitting opposite me in captain’s chairs that swivel, angled to face each other.
Andrew rolls his eyes. “For Christ’s sake, Avril. You help control the purse strings to millions of dollars in venture capital. Cut loose a few million and let me double down on our efforts to develop the imaging cytometer.”
“How about you having some patience?” Avril snaps. “You do realize we’re going to Paris to meet with Fabron and look at his cytometer up close, right? He’s going to give us confidential access in the hopes of forging an alliance with us.”
“We don’t need another partner,” Andrew retorts. “There’s a developer out of Denmark I’ve got my eye on who can get us what we need.”
“I said no,” Avril grits out. “Learn to accept it and respect my position.”
“Learn to loosen your grip a little,” Andrew throws back at her. “Control freak isn’t a good look on you.”
“Bite me, Collings,” Avril snarls.
“Been there, done that,” Andrew growls back. I want to laugh, but I can’t when I see the look on Avril’s face.
It turns red and her eyes blaze with fury. “Don’t you dare fucking bring sex into this.”
My eyes flick past the two of them to the stewardess, who has her back to us in the open galley. I’m sure she’s getting quite the earful.
“Dane,” Andrew says calmly, and my eyes snap to him. “Where do you weigh in on this? You know we are far from a done deal with Fabron. Chances are we’re going to come out of there knowing jack shit and we’re going to need to move on development.”
“The matter of a month or so isn’t going to kill him to wait for it,” Avril says to me, and my gaze goes to her. What does it say about me that I don’t give a fuck about their argument, but I’d kill to go down on her right now.
I shake my head and hold my hands up to make the peace, but Andrew’s apparently not done. He turns in his chair to look at Avril. “You know, I don’t know what your problem is but it seems like every proposition I put before you, you shoot it down. You do realize I’ve got more education than you when it comes to the science of what we’re trying to do? You do realize, Avril, that this is about science and yet you don’t fucking give me an ounce of respect for it.”
“Well, maybe if you didn’t act like a brat ninety percent of the time, I’d be able to give you a little more respect.”
I wince because that was harsh and unprofessional, and things are way out of hand. “Avril,” I say in a warning voice. Her head snaps my way, eyes blazing so fiercely my mouth snaps shut.
“Why don’t you bite me too, Dane?” she snarls, and then pushes out of her seat. She walks past my chair and into the bathroom behind us, slamming the door shut behind her.
I look at Andrew, and I can see satisfaction on his face that he got the better of her emotions as he stares at the closed bathroom door.
“You’re a jackass,” I tell him.
He looks back to me. “She started it.”
“Fucking mature,” I say as I undo my seatbelt and get up.
I’d like to say that this is an unfortunate result of the three of us venturing into intimate territory, but sadly, these arguments have happened on a few occasions in the past. Both of my partners are passionate people, and it’s why I wanted them on this journey with me. They take their jobs seriously, which can ignite sparks because the chief operations officer can often be in direct conflict with research and development. It’s a fine line they both have to balance on, and they’ve had meltdown arguments before.
When I reach the bathroom, I give a soft knock and test the door handle. It’s unlocked, so I take that as permission to enter since Avril doesn’t say anything from inside.
The luxury of a private plane designed for international flight is a decent-sized bathroom with a shower and vanity. I find Avril with her hands gripping the sink, staring in the mirror at herself.
“He pisses me off so bad,” she says in a low voice as she looks at me through the mirror. “He’s a child. Well, a man-child.”
I think to myself she wasn’t thinking that last night when he had her ass, but I know it’s not the time to bring it up. So instead, I step up behind her and wrap my arms around her stomach. I pull her up so she settles back into me and as I look at her in the reflection, I ask, “What’s really going on?”
Avril sighs and brings her hands up to rest over my forearms, leaning her head back on my shoulder. It’s an intimate embrace. Definitely not one we would have ever found ourselves in before we started fucking each other, and shit if I don’t like being able to hold her like this in comfort. Doesn’t mean my dick isn’t slightly hard from the knowledge that we’re secluded away in this bathroom and I could bend her over the sink, but that’s not why I came in here.
“He doesn’t respect my position and always makes me feel like shit if I have to say no to one of his requests,” she mutters. “And I get the distinct impression that now that he’s fucking me, he thinks he can get away with that shit even more.”
I release Avril so fast she gasps, and then gasps again as I spin her around. Taking her by the shoulders, I put my face right into hers and tell her in a low, menacing voice. “Don’t go there, Av. What happened out there has happened countless times between the two of you. That has nothing to do with what we’re doing in our private lives.”
Contrition immediately softens her face and her head falls forward to rest on my chest. She sighs and says, “I know. I’m being such a bitch, and I have no clue why.”
I wrap my arms around her again, this time to squeeze her. “It’s just what you two do. You bicker like siblings.”
She gives a giggle and lifts her head up. “How come you and I never fight like that?”
“Because I’m the boss and you can’t treat me that way,” I say with a grin.
To this, she responds by going quickly to tiptoe and planting a fast kiss on me. “You’re a jackass just like Andrew.”
Big mistake putting that mouth on me.
My arms tighten around her and kiss her back, but mine’s not fast. Instead, it’s slow and deep and there’s no mistaking what I want when I grind my cock into her.
“Dane,” she whispers, all throaty and needy.
“Christ, I fucking want you so bad,” I mutter as I drag her skirt up her thighs. “Want me to call Andrew in here?”
She shakes her head. “I’ll make it up to him.”
I push past the surge of jealousy over her need to keep us both on even ground with her. I should be happy I have her alone now, yet I’m already envious of her making this up to him. Which is weird, because to my knowledge, Andrew hasn’t been with her alone since that one and only time at his apartment. The past four nights, Avril and I have been at the club and Andrew only joined us two of those nights. The other nights, he begged off with “too much work to do” but I actually know he’s keeping some distance. Andrew told me he only wanted the threesome as it was the best way for him to keep the intimacy between him and Avril to a minimum. Andrew… protecting his heart, and I’m wondering if perhaps he didn’t have the right idea since I spend too much fucking time thinking about being with Avril.
Making quick work of my pants, Avril manages to free my cock, which is stiff and aching for her. She strokes me while our mouths work at each other. Because I know we shouldn’t stay too long in here, I spin her around so she can brace against the sink.
