Wicked Envy, page 15
Dane walks to the side of the bed, and I see he’s already naked, cock fully hard. He leans over and runs his mouth over Avril’s breasts while I eat her out. She moans and urges me to go faster. I keep my eyes pinned on Dane as his teeth bite into a nipple, and she cries out in both pleasure and pain. When I pull her clit into my mouth and suck on her, she explodes with a scream, her hips wantonly gyrating in a silent plea to prolong her pleasure.
God, that’s fucking beautiful. When this is eventually all over for us, I’m probably going to miss making Avril come the most.
Dane straightens, and I give Avril a last lick before I stand up. We both look down at her, and she’s already wrecked. She gives us a lazy, satisfied smile with her gaze resting on Dane.
“Let’s see what you got,” she purrs. Apparently, she’s not that wrecked.
Dane responds by scooping her up, and Avril laughs in delight as her arms go around his neck. Dane’s eyes are shining as he grins back at her, but then he looks to me and nods at the bed. “On your back, Andrew. Feet on the floor.”
I don’t hesitate. I sit at the bottom of the bed and lay back, taking my dick in hand and stroking it. I have to raise my head off the mattress to watch as Dane comes to stand in front of me with Avril in his arms. He sets her down on the floor and tells her, “Straddle Andrew, reverse-cowgirl style.”
Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about.
“Reverse cowgirl?” Avril asks, and I laugh over her naivety. She’s taken us up her ass, fucked numerous times in a sex club, and has no clue what reverse cowgirl means.
Dane just smiles at her indulgently before giving her a soft kiss on her mouth. When he pulls back, he says, “Straddle Andrew but face me at the end of the bed. He’ll be staring at your gorgeous ass while you fuck him.”
My cock leaps at the thought, and I give it a hard squeeze at the base so it calms down. It starts leaking as Avril crawls onto the bed and straddles me as Dane requested. She cranes her neck and looks over her shoulder at me. “You good, Drew?”
“Going to be better once I’m inside you,” I tell her with a grin.
“Let’s remedy that then,” she whispers and turns away from me. Her head bows so she can look down at my dick, and I release my hold on it so she can take it in her tiny hand. She strokes me a few times, which feels fucking amazing, and then positions herself right over the head.
I grit my teeth as she sinks down onto me, all that tight wet heat overwhelming me. She huffs out a breath when I’m planted deep and then shivers as I drag my fingers up her spine lightly.
“Now fuck Andrew,” Dane tells her, his voice gruff. I lean my head to the side and see he’s stroking his own cock while his eyes are locked onto where Avril and I are connected.
I groan as Avril rises, her pussy dragging up the length of my dick before she pushes back down slowly. My hands go to her hips to steady her, and possibly to make her go faster at some point, but for now, the slow pace works for me. I stare at her ass, watching my cock appear when she rises up, and then disappear when she plants back down.
Dane’s legs bump into mine, and I lean to the side again to see him kissing Avril. Her hands rest on his shoulders and she uses him for leverage to move on me, but they never break the kiss. It goes on and on, and it’s sensual to watch.
When Dane pulls his mouth from hers, he says, “Andrew… I’m going to have Avril lean back a little. Give her some support.”
Without thought, my hands go from her hips to her upper back where I press my thumbs on either side of her spine while spreading my fingers across her ribs. Avril leans back, stretching her thigh muscles to capacity. I imagine from the front, she looks amazing with her legs spread wide and my cock stuffed inside of her.
To my surprise, Dane comes onto the bed. His powerful legs spread and straddle my thighs, knees pressed into the mattress and dick sticking straight out. I lean farther to the side to see him raise his left leg to plant his foot beside my thigh.
I about lose my shit when he looks at Avril and says, “I’m going to fuck your pussy at the same time as Andrew, okay?”
“Oh, God,” Avril groans as her head falls back briefly before it pops back up. “Can we do that? I mean… can I do that?”
“Of course, you can,” Dane says as he leans his hips forward and presses the head of his cock to her opening. I can feel it on the part of my shaft that became exposed at the base when she leaned backward, and I bite back a groan. It’s the first time another man’s cock has ever touched me, and I’m torn between being turned on and repulsed.
Avril sucks in breath as Dane presses the head of his cock down harder against my shaft, right at her opening. Just when I don’t think this can possibly work, I can feel him slip inside of her. His cock slides against mine as he pushes in deeper.
“You okay?” Dane asks Avril in a strained voice. Sweat pops out on my forehead as I hold absolutely still, not wanting Avril to be uncomfortable.
She nods her head and murmurs, “So full. Feels good.”
Dane dips his hips, and I feel his cock now sliding all the way along the underside of mine as he pushes fully inside of Avril.
“Jesus,” I mutter as I just take in the sensation. The tightness is almost overwhelming, as is the feel of another man’s dick against mine.
“Don’t move, Andrew.” Dane groans as he slides out a little before pushing back in. “I don’t want to hurt Avril.”
She moans and says something unintelligible.
Fuck that feels good, his dick rubbing against mine, the head hitting the sensitive underside of mine. I’m not going to have to move. Dane’s going to be able to get me off this way, and I’m no longer repulsed by it. I want it bad.
“Mmmm,” Dane hums as he pulls out and pushes back in.
Avril and I make corresponding grunts of pleasure as Dane’s cock makes us both feel good at the same time.
Once he’s assured that Avril is good to go, he starts moving faster. I concentrate on holding Avril up, who’s gone completely boneless on top of me, and the feeling of the underside of my cock being stroked by my best friend’s cock.
Avril starts panting harshly, followed by tiny whimpers. It’s her cue she’s getting close, and Dane starts going a little harder. My balls start to contract as pleasure coils low in my gut. I squeeze my eyes shut and just concentrate on the feel. Then I just let go, letting out a bark of a curse as I start to come. My hips raise up slightly but I don’t want to throw Dane off, so I just tilt my head back and strain through the release that keeps going on as Dane continues to fuck Avril and me.
Avril’s head starts thrashing as she hovers on the verge of an orgasm, and Dane wraps one hand around the back of her neck. He forces her head up so she looks at him, and for a moment, I feel like an intruder. Their eyes are locked on each other as Dane fucks her harder. Her breaths come out in gasps as she gets ready to fall, and finally when Dane whispers, “Give it to me, Av,” she cries out with such abandon I know she’s never going to forget this feeling as long as she lives.
Dane strokes hard a few more times, still torturing my spent but half-hard dick, then his head falls onto Avril’s shoulder as he groans deeply while he comes. Avril whispers harshly in his ear, a repeating chant. “Dane, Dane, Dane.”
I let my head fall back to the bed, replete with an incredible orgasm but more aware than ever that this will never be for me what it is for Avril and Dane.
CHAPTER 21
Dane
“You look like you were born to live in Paris,” I observe as I watch Avril sipping on her coffee. We’re sitting at an outdoor cafe, not far from the hotel, and enjoying the afternoon.
Avril has on a pair of dark skinny jeans, an off-the-shoulder sweater, and a fashionable silk scarf around her neck. The big round sunglasses she has pushed onto her head make her look like a movie star, and I could stare at her forever it seems.
Andrew, Avril, and I toured Révéler Biotech after breakfast with Fabron. I’d woken up in Avril’s bed with her. Andrew left it at some point in the night, and I understand he’s making some sort of statement about his place within our threesome. I just don’t know what the exact statement is, and I need to talk to him about it.
But that’s not happening this afternoon. Andrew decided to stay at Révéler with Fabron today, and Avril and I decided to just walk around Paris. She’s been here far many more times than I have. Because she speaks French, she ends up playing more tour guide for me than anything.
She looks up from her phone and smiles. “I love this city so much.”
“You should visit more,” I tell her. “You don’t take enough time off during the year.”
“So says the pot to the kettle,” she says with a laugh. “How about we just open up a Caterva division here and I’ll head it up?”
I grin and pick up my coffee, but before I take a sip, I point out. “If you lived here, you’d have to put up with Fabron chasing you all over the city.”
Avril snorts, and I’m shocked when she admits, “He made his play last night.”
I lower my coffee back to the table. “He offered you a job. You told me.”
She shakes her head. “He offered me more. He made it clear with no vague flirtations he wanted a relationship with me.”
My stomach tightens and jealousy burns within me. Not quite the same jealousy I’ve been experiencing when Avril is with Andrew. That’s a very mild jealousy that’s usually outweighed by how turned on I am by the way she gets off on having two men. The sin is called envy, and I can overlook it when it’s all about Avril being pleasured.
But I can’t overlook Fabron not only trying to hire away my COO, but also showing interest in her personally.
Before I can say anything though, Avril is laughing at me. “Oh, man… the look on your face. I would not want to be Fabron and be anywhere near you right now.”
“You’re fucking taken,” I growl—somewhat petulantly.
“I already told him that,” she assures me, then looks back down to her coffee. “But that’s when he told me he knew it was you by the way we were looking at each other.”
Grunting an acknowledgment, I pick up my coffee and take a sip. So Fabron can see I want Avril. Big fucking deal.
“He didn’t see that with Andrew, though,” Avril says thoughtfully as she stares off across the Rue to a large outdoor market.
No, he wouldn’t have seen that with Andrew because Andrew has been the one out of the three of us who succeeded in compartmentalizing himself. He’s kept his emotions in reserve, and here we were thinking he’d be the one who would get hurt.
“Andrew’s pulling back,” I tell her, and her eyes come back to mine. I see worry and—is that relief?
“I noticed that, too,” she says, but then lowers her eyes almost as if she is too shy to continue.
“What is it?” I encourage her.
When she looks back up, her cheeks turn a little red. “Last night was intense.”
“Understatement,” is all I say with a smile.
She smiles back, but it’s almost contrite looking as she ducks her head back down. “There was a time last night… near the end. It was just the two of us there.”
I don’t say anything because I know what she means. I felt it, too, but I’m too much of a coward to voice those thoughts. She doesn’t seem to notice my reticence to give credence to her, as she continues on.
“I mean… Andrew was inside of me. I was on top of his body, and he felt amazing. It all felt amazing. But at the end, it was just me and you.”
And still, I can’t say anything. It’s not that I don’t know what to say, it’s that I’m afraid to say what I should. To admit there’s something deeper there between us than we had anticipated. I can’t out myself to her because I’m not ready to handle the consequences if I do.
She looks back up to me, almost expectantly, and my throat closes off even more. Her eyes go round with alarm as she takes my silence to mean something ominous.
“Oh, God,” she says nervously. “Was that totally weird for me to tell you that? I mean… I know we’re supposed to keep this all separated, and I probably should have just kept my big fat mouth shut. Forget I said anything, because it’s probably just me inventing stuff in my head, and you know I get that way when—”
“I know about the information you dug up on my father,” I blurt out to stop her crazy rant. It was adorable for two seconds, but it needed to end.
Avril’s eyes get even more round as they fill with guilt and her jaw drops open. She does nothing but stare at me in shock.
“Near the end of our senior year,” I say to get it off my chest. “I was looking for post-it notes, and I went into your room. Found the folder in your desk drawer.”
“Dane,” she says and her voice is pained. “I am so sorry. I know I overstepped my bounds—”
I hold up my hand and shake my head. “I’m not mad about it. On the contrary, it’s probably the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me in my life.”
“I shouldn’t have gotten in your business.”
“Avril… you chased my father away with a baseball bat because I couldn’t do it. That was the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me. You getting more info on him was the second nicest, because I know you were hoping something good would come of it.”
“I never gave it to you, though,” she murmurs. “I really struggled with what to do.”
“I know,” I say as I reach across the table and take her hand in mine. For as close as we are, for as dirty as we’ve fucked, I’ve never done something as intimate with a woman as holding her hand during a profound conversation. “I read all your notes… the list of pros and cons. I’m glad you didn’t give it to me.”
“You are?”
“Yes… because I’m fine without knowing anything about him.”
Avril can’t hide the slight tinge of disappointment in her eyes or the way her lips draw down. It tells me she’s been secretly harboring some romantic notion that I might reconnect with my father and be able to heal or some shit.
She gives a little cough and pulls her hand from mine. The cool air on my palm seems foreboding. “Well, then… I’m glad I kept that stuff to myself.”
“Still,” I say as I reach back across the table and take her hand again. I give it a squeeze and hold onto it tight. “Thank you. You hold top honor for the person who has done the two nicest things in the world for me.”
Avril blushes again, and I’m finding I kind of like that look on her.
One last squeeze to her hand and I let it go. “What do you want to do next? A museum? A boat ride? Gorge ourselves on chocolates?”
Avril laughs and looks at her watch. “We have a few hours before we have to meet Andrew and Fabron for dinner. I’m up for anything.”
Ordinarily, I’d prefer to take her back to the hotel and spend the rest of the afternoon in bed, but I surprise even myself by saying, “Let’s just walk around. Maybe do some shopping.”
Avril cocks an eyebrow at me. “Dane Hawthorne… wants to go shopping?”
I shrug before standing up from my chair. Even though tipping isn’t necessary in Europe, I can’t help but throw down a few euros. It’s an American habit I apparently can’t break while I’m here.
“Come on,” I say as I hold my hand out to her. “I’ll buy you something pretty.”
“I don’t need anything pretty,” she says as she takes my hand and stands up. I don’t let her go, but guide us past a few other tables to get us to the sidewalk.
“Stop being so practical, Av,” I chide as I pull her hand up and tuck it into the crook of my elbow. We stride lazily away from the cafe together, looking every bit a couple. “We’re in the most romantic city in the world. I want to buy you something pretty.”
“I’d rather have chocolate,” she says with a laugh. “Or a croissant. Or some other type of pastry.”
I can’t help but laugh, too.
I have no clue where Avril and I will end up in the future as it’s all very murky and I’m unsure of myself. But there may come a day I’ll look back on this moment and realize this was our first real date.
Of course, I keep these thoughts to myself. Voicing them out loud only gives credence to them, and I’m not ready to admit that’s where I want this to go just yet.
CHAPTER 22
Avril
I hear the front door open as I’d told Dane and Andrew to just let themselves in. I’d decided to cook dinner for them tonight, though I spent way too much time at work trying to figure out if it was cool to do it. Up until now, our sexual experiences have just been that. They started in the club but when they moved to my house or the suite in Paris, they were still just sexual experiences. The only exception was the afternoon Dane and I spent together there, shopping and just hanging out.
I liked that a little too much, but it all balanced out as the next two nights were just the regular old threesome stuff together. Which makes me snicker at the thought of a threesome now being par for the course in my life.
The last night was interesting. I have found I like anal sex very much, and it was Andrew’s turn to take my ass. We assumed the same position as the first night we tried it, except this time Dane was on the bottom. Every time the three of us have been together at the same time, we’ve all orgasmed pretty much at the same time together.
But that last night, I watched Dane carefully, and this was made easy by the fact I was riding his cock and able to look down on his face. I have no clue if Andrew knew it, but I saw it clear enough. Dane made himself hold out for his orgasm until after Andrew was finished. After Andrew came in my ass and pulled out of me, Dane rolled me to my back and fucked me hard until I came again and he came with me. It was an overt sign of possession, and yeah… I’m sure Andrew saw that.
