by Elia Winters
Laughing, half embarrassed, she pulled her hands up to cover her face. Zach reached up and gently pulled her wrists away, making a noise of disapproval.
“No hiding. I want to watch your face when I do this.” Eyes locked on hers, He dragged his fingers slowly through her wetness, rubbing across her swollen clit. The contact jolted her like touching a live wire, making her hips jerk. She wanted to close her legs and pull away, it was so intense and surprising. The second time, less surprising but no less intense, knife-sharp inside her senses. Zach rubbed her with two fingers, sliding the pads of his fingertips back and forth across her clit, pressing it in each direction and sparking her nerves with every pass. This wasn’t just arousal running in her blood but something hotter, something fiercer, pleasure so crisp it bordered on pain.
Sam’s voice from the corner jolted her as much as Zach’s touch, especially the pairing of the two together, Sam’s words overlaying Zach’s actions so she could not forget they were both there. “Slide your fingers into her.”
Abby looked to Sam again, past Zach, her gaze resting on his face. His lips were parted, eyes hooded, hands gripping the armrests of the chair. Yes, Sam was loving this, his expression drenched with lust.
When Zach slid two fingers smoothly all the way into her pussy, Abby’s mouth opened with a wordless cry, her gaze still locked with Sam’s. Her head fell back and her eyes closed as Zach fucked her with his fingers, curling them upward so every movement pressed her G-spot. Her muscles gripped at him, tightening reflexively with each pass, the pleasure beginning to build now.
“Abby.”
She had closed her eyes, and opened them again at the sound of Sam’s voice. He was still watching her, still intent. “Do you want him to fuck you?”
He had to know her answer, and they had of course already talked about this, but hearing the words right now felt different when she was desperate to come. She nodded, but Sam lifted his chin. “Ask him.”
Abby looked up into Zach’s face, staring into his eyes. How disorienting, how intimate and overwhelming to be rocking her hips against his hand while she stared into his eyes. “Will you fuck me? Please?”
Zach’s eyes closed for a minute, and he drew his tongue across his bottom lip like he was trying to keep himself together as much as she was in this moment.
“God, yes.” Slowly, he slid his fingers out of her pussy, dragging their tips along her G-spot again, sending a new shower of electricity through her nervous system. Still locked in her gaze, he put his fingers into his mouth and sucked them clean, and she might implode just from the look on his face.
Zach stripped off his boxer briefs, and suddenly he was naked. Right there. Another man, naked, in her bedroom, while she was also naked, and this was real and not one of her fantasies. Zach dug a condom out of the pocket of his jeans on the floor, actually taking out a whole strip of condoms still attached together. Abby laughed, making him look up in surprise. “You had high hopes for the club tonight?” she teased.
“It’s good to be prepared, right?” Zach smiled, tearing one packet off the strip and tossing the rest onto the nightstand. “This is better than anything I’d hoped for, though.” He slid the condom carefully down over his shaft, slicking it all the way to the base, giving his dick another stroke after it was on.
“How do you want me?” She looked from Zach to Sam and back again.
Zach stared at her naked body like he wanted to eat her alive, his expression enough to make her squirm. “I really want to fuck you from behind.”
She and Sam seldom fucked like this, the position not one he usually enjoyed. It felt really different to be getting on all fours facing Sam instead of having him behind her. He was only a few feet away, and as she watched, he slowly unzipped his pants and took out his own cock. As Zach moved in behind her, nudging her legs apart with his, Sam began to stroke himself. Zach slid his fingers into her once more, this time from behind, the angle totally different, and she tightened up and sucked in a breath of air. It was hard to breathe, her body trembling with anticipation and nerves.
“Keep your eyes on me.” Sam’s voice made Abby jerk her head up, locking eyes with him again. And so, when Zach nudged her with the tip of his cock, she kept her eyes locked with Sam’s while Zach pushed all the way into her. She moaned out loud as he stretched her open so good, bottoming out, his hips flush against her ass. His fingers trembled where they held her hips. Another man was inside her. She had another man’s cock inside her.
“Fuck,” Zach said behind her, his voice wrecked with emotion. “You’re so tight. My God. Is she always this tight?”
“She is. I love loosening her up, getting her all wet and sloppy around me.” Sam kept talking, this absolutely filthy shit, and Zach began to thrust in and out of Abby in long, slow strokes. “She makes these perfect noises.”
Zach thrust hard, once, and Abby gasped, mouth falling open.
“Yeah. Just like that.” Sam nodded. “Wait until you feel her come. She’s gonna squeeze around you so good.”
Abby bit her lip, whimpering, clenching up reflexively. She didn’t know it would be this hot to have them talking about her like this, as if she wasn’t here or couldn’t answer. Zach gripped her hanging breasts, squeezing them with each stroke. This position was like being trapped, like she had to just kneel here and take it, and that was hitting a whole bunch of her kinks. She wanted him to keep pounding into her, his cock spreading her folds, his balls brushing her with each thrust. When he pinched her nipples, rolling them hard between his fingers, she yelped and squeezed down around him.
Zach groaned, then squeezed her nipples one more time, creating the same response. She couldn’t help it; it was like a direct connection from her nipples to her clit. When she squirmed, his cock moved inside her, reminding her where she was, what was happening, what she was doing. He let go of her nipples and switched to her clit, balancing himself with a hand on her back while he reached below her and rubbed that small, tight bud.
“Oh God. I can’t…” Her body was trembling, her arms starting to give out from the intensity of it all. She collapsed down onto her forearms and managed to just lift her head. Sam was still watching her, breathing fast, rubbing his cock with firm, easy strokes. The climax built, curling up through her toes and her legs and her pussy, gathering like a heavy weight. Words slipped through her mind as fast as she could think them, unable to hold onto them, a steady stream of curses and words of pleasure. Her body was like a tuning fork struck, humming all one note of God, yes, this, tightening up impossibly into a coil of energy ready to explode.
Her orgasm tore through her body, shattering her with fierce pleasure, and she couldn’t watch Sam anymore, couldn’t keep her head up, just collapsed onto her folded arms and shook and clenched over and over around Zach’s hard cock. He was swearing, moving in short, tight thrusts, so fast it was like a blur of friction, chasing his own pleasure. As her climax began to ebb, he let go of her clit and gripped her hips with both hands, driving in deep and full and finally all the way, cock pumping with his own orgasm.
In the moments that followed, she rested in silence. Her breathing, the slight twitches of Zach’s hands on her hips, the sudden quiet in the room…it all combined into a single soundscape of peaceful aftermath. Zach pulled out, slowly sliding from her warmth, and the bed dipped as he shifted away. Abby curled over onto her side, resting, her hair tumbling across her face.
A gentle hand on her shoulder made her jump. She opened her eyes, and Sam was there, brushing her hair back. He’d dressed himself again, tucking his cock away, and she could see the line of it straining his pants.
The bed dipped again. Abby sat up, looking between the two men. Sam raised his eyebrows. “You okay?”
A blush heated her cheeks, and damn, how the hell could she blush right now, after all this?
“I’m good.” She grinned that lazy post-sex grin and looked over at Zach, who had pulled his boxer briefs on and was now clearly trying to g
auge the emotion in the room. “You good?”
“Fuck, yeah, I’m good.” He laughed. Then, sitting back on the bed, he looked between the two of them. “Sam, are you all right? I don’t think I could watch that without coming all over the place.”
“I got close, but not quite.” He smiled and shifted his erection in his pants. “It’s…okay.”
Zach rubbed his jaw. “I might be overstepping here. But…you ever have somebody else watch you two fuck?”
Abby and Sam looked at each other. “Not yet.”
Zach grinned. “Do you want to?”
…
Having Zach sit in the chair was something totally different. Sam was already amped up from what had just happened, from watching Abby come like a wild animal while Zach fucked her, and it was so God damned hot that he wasn’t sure he was going to recover. Besides that, he was going to be fantasizing about this for a long time to come. So now, with Zach just casually throwing out there that he wanted to watch, Sam was tossed into this entirely different perspective on the whole thing that was nonetheless hot as fuck, just in a different way.
Zach slipped his pants back on and sat back down again, this time in the same armchair Sam had just vacated. Sam was already pulling off his clothes, not even bothered by Zach’s presence. Abby was soft and pliant in his arms, already less tense because of her orgasm. He was going to fuck her after another man had fucked her, and the prospect had his cock straining.
“How do you want me?” Abby blinked up at Sam, lazy and slow. Sam thought about it for just a moment.
“Ride me.”
He lay sideways on the bed, perpendicular to how they slept, angling himself deliberately so Zach could watch. They were already into this, so might as well go all the way. His legs draped off the edge of the bed, and his eyes were only on Abby as she straddled him. She looked down at him, and her body was still so soft and warm, so freshly fucked, that glow about her making her even more appealing.
Abby moved to kneel next to him, and after another quick glance at Zach, she bent suddenly and took Sam’s cock into her mouth. Fuck. Her mouth was hot and wet, and she swallowed him down without any hesitation. After stroking himself watching her and Zach, this was too much stimulation, an overwhelming rush of pleasure into his senses. “Holy shit,” he breathed, and his hands went to her head automatically, tangling in her hair, wanting and needing to feel her right here. He didn’t force her head down or try to control her speed or depth at all, just needed the solidity of touching her. Already, his balls were tightening, his body begging for release. He had to tell her to stop before he really wanted to. He didn’t want to come like this.
Abby swept her long red hair back and licked her lips, and damn, she looked so fucking smug.
“Are you trying to kill me?” he asked, laughing and gasping.
“Maybe.” She winked, then straddled his hips and positioned herself over him. Her breasts hung tantalizingly close, so he had to reach up and squeeze them. Zach’s hands and mouth had just been on these. He rolled her nipples between his fingers harder than he normally would, just to feel her twitch and moan, then even harder, making her gasp and bite her lip.
“Too much?” he asked.
She shook her head. “I like it.”
Gripping her hips, he eased her down all the way onto his cock.
As he slid into her, Sam watched Abby’s eyelids fall half closed and her mouth fall open. She was slick around his cock, completely soaking wet, her pussy so easy to penetrate. The thought of fucking her right after someone else was just as hot as the sex. He used her hips for leverage as he thrust up, arching into her, angling each thrust exactly how he knew she liked. God, she was beautiful. She had her eyes closed now, her head tipped back, biting her lower lip, hotter than the hottest porn he had ever watched.
“Look at Zach.”
At the sound of his voice, Abby opened her eyes, blinking, still rocking her hips against him with all the instincts she had driving her forward. She seemed to take a moment to process, and then lifted her chin to look up and over at Zach, who was sitting in the chair watching them intently. Immediately, she let out a little whimper.
“He’s watching you. He’s watching me fuck you. Do you like that?”
Without looking away from Zach, Abby nodded. She had started giving these little hitching breaths with every stroke. Thrusting a hand between her legs, she began to rub her clit, fingers moving back and forth across her bud. God, he was going to come, he was going to fucking explode, and he twisted her nipples again as she tightened up and crashed over the edge into orgasm.
That first long, hard squeeze finally, finally sent him over the edge. Instead of everything vanishing, the way the world sometimes did in orgasm, everything became amplified. Every sensation crystallized: Abby’s pussy squeezing his dick, her desperate cries, the weight of Zach’s gaze from the corner, the escalating waves of climax running through his own body, everything that had led to this moment culminating like a never-ending breathless eternity.
“Fucking hell.” Sam threw an arm over his head as he caught his breath. They were all still for a few heartbeats, pausing to come down, and then Abby slid off him. After cleaning up, he pulled his boxers back on while Abby wrapped herself in a robe. Zach got up from the chair and, to Sam’s pleased surprise, walked up to Abby, wrapped his arms around her, and kissed her. It wasn’t the passionate, lust-filled kisses of before, the ones where he looked like he was trying to take down all her defenses at once. This was sweet and compassionate and warm, and he stepped back afterward to look over at Sam with a relaxed smile. “Is it too late to finish that drink?”
Chapter Seven
“And then he just, what? Went home?” Angela interrupted herself to lift one of the dresses off the rack, a long beaded piece. “What about this one?”
“Too beaded.” Abby moved over to another rack, this one full of long, flowing pieces, and began sorting through them. “He left after his drink. And that was it. Sent me and Sam a message when he got home, thanking us for a fun night, and asking us to call him anytime.”
“Holy shit.” Angela stepped away from the rack where she’d been searching. “And what happened when he left?”
“We just…hung out.” Abby shrugged. “It was casual. Sam made me a cup of tea, and we cuddled on the couch, kind of like we used to. Which was weird, now that I think about it, since we haven’t done that kind of thing in a while.”
“What, cuddle?”
“Yeah. Just cuddle and hang out.” She picked up a long black dress and held it up. This would highlight her curves pretty well, especially with that deep V-neck. She wanted to dress to impress for Sam’s company party, since this was the first party since he’d been promoted, and she had a soft spot for dress shopping, especially with these after-holiday sales still lingering into the end of January. Her thoughts kept returning to the other night, though, her time with Zach and with Sam, the dreamlike quality of it all.
The dressing room was empty, nobody else shopping for dresses at this hour on a weeknight, and she and Angela had privacy to keep talking as Abby went into a dressing room to try on a few final contenders.
“I’m worried,” Abby came out with at last, trying to put words to the collection of feelings swishing around inside her. “We keep one-upping everything. We started with these fantasies, and now it’s escalating every time. I don’t even know what’s going to be next. It’s technically my turn, but I feel weird to bring anything up at all.”
Angela’s voice came from the other side of the door. “What are you thinking about bringing up?”
“I don’t know.” The problem wasn’t really coming up with a new fantasy. It’s just that this particular fantasy had unlocked a whole bunch of dormant feelings inside her, feelings she’d managed to keep tamped down since first meeting Sam.
“Well, are you both into it so far?”
Abby paused in front of the mirror in her underwear and bra, holding the dress in b
oth hands, mind suddenly filled with the memory of Sam’s expression as Zach brought her to climax. She had to swallow to clear the knot of emotion in her throat. She could probably get off to just that mental image. “We’re both into it.” Shit, they were more than into it. She’d never seen Sam act like this before. “I’m…kind of worried about where we’re headed with it.”
“You said you didn’t know what your next fantasy even is. Maybe there’s nothing to be worried about.”
Abby slid the dress over her head and smoothed it down, adjusting all the folds of fabric that had gotten caught on her curves, and looked at herself in the mirror. This was a great dress. She’d known it from the minute she’d held it on the rack, and on her body, it was even better. This was a sinful dress, the kind to make Sam stop and stare.
The kind to make everybody stop and stare. Stare, and flirt, and maybe more…
Ah, shit. She shouldn’t want that, shouldn’t even think about that. “Angela, do you think I’m a bad person?”
No answer came from the other side of the door. It wasn’t like Angela to wander away while they were shopping, not without telling Abby first, so she was probably thinking about the weird-ass question Abby had just asked.
“Is this about you buying another dress while you already have, like, five of them in the closet?”
Abby rolled her eyes, which of course Angela couldn’t see. “No.” She opened the door of the dressing room. “What do you think?”
“About the dress, or you being a bad person?”
“About the dress.”
Angela nodded. “It’s hot. Buy it.”
Abby checked herself out in the angled mirrors, looking at the dress from all sides. “I don’t usually wear long dresses. It feels elegant.”
“It’s sexy as hell.”
“Thanks.”
“Now what’s this about you being a bad person?”
Abby sighed, staring into her own eyes in her reflection, eyes that stared back at her, eyes that knew all the terrible things she was thinking. “Maybe we made a mistake taking Zach home with us.”