by Elia Winters
“Did you talk to Sam?” He’d guessed who she had called and probably why.
She thrust her hands in her jeans pockets. “Did Jo tell you?”
Stephan smiled lopsidedly. He clearly knew what she meant. “I told Jo, actually. I told her I found you hot and asked her how she felt about it.”
Abby swallowed. “When was this?”
“After dinner.”
After Abby and Sam had confirmed they were trying out some sexual adventures. “And what did she say?”
“You already know that.” Stephan began to walk toward one end of the long table that divided them. Abby watched him, her heart crowding her throat.
“How do you feel about me, Abby?”
He approached slowly, rounding the end of the table. Now that she was staring into his eyes again, she couldn’t look away, and all the words had dried up in her throat.
“Are you attracted to me?” he asked.
Stephan walked right up to her and she backed up, bumping the edge of the work table. They were close enough to touch. She nodded.
“What did Sam say?”
Abby swallowed. “You already know what Sam said.”
Stephan licked his lips. He reached up and traced a fingertip along her jawline, the light touch making her shiver. “And what do you say?”
This was the moment where she could say no, or stop, and he would walk away from her. Everything was different from Sam: his scent, his height, his touch, even the very energy between them, but those differences triggered an excitement building up inside her like a tangible itch beneath her skin. She tipped her head back and parted her lips, watching the way Stephan’s mouth mirrored hers, and then she grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down to kiss her.
The heat of his mouth on hers contrasted sharply with the cold of her skin, chilled from her time outside. Abby closed her eyes, reveling in this sensation. Touch. His lips were soft, gentle, not insistent and firm or persuasive. Instead, he led the kiss like a dance: his lips teased hers open, and then his tongue brushed her lower lip, delicate, playful, inspiring her to kiss back in the same way. His biceps flexed beneath her hands. Under her touch, he felt solid, not strong in the same way as Sam, but present and real and kissing her like a man who had all the time in the world.
When he stepped back, it took Abby a moment to open her eyes and return to this place, this time. Stephan was still so close, kissing distance, and now that she had taken that first step, she wanted more.
Stephan leaned in again, but instead of kissing her, he closed his teeth on her earlobe and gave her a gentle nip. Her body quaked from head to toe at the contact. “I want you to call Sam,” he murmured.
“What?” Her voice came out as a whisper.
“I want you to call him and ask him if he wants to listen.”
Fuck. Abby made a strangled noise, and she got wet just at the thought. She fumbled the phone, trying to press the right contact while Stephan’s hands inched her T-shirt up over her hips and skimmed around to the front of her jeans, already fiddling with the button. It was so damn hard to breathe in here.
“Abby?” Sam’s voice sounded concerned. He had, after all, just talked to her, and he could probably hear how heavily she was breathing.
“Hi. Oh,” she gasped, because Stephan took that moment to reach beneath her shirt and cup her breasts, his touch electric. For a second, she couldn’t remember why she called, and then it all came flooding back. “Do you…want to listen?”
He swore harshly, his voice suddenly raw. “God, yes.” He sounded like he was shifting position. Maybe he was touching himself already, or at least freeing his cock from his pants, and that thought turned her on even more, especially in conjunction with the way Stephan casually began rolling her nipples between his fingers through her bra.
Stephan patted the table behind her. He was already tugging her jeans down her thighs along with her underwear, and she climbed up onto the edge of the table with her feet dangling. Stephan finished pulling off her bottom layers, taking her shoes with them, and suddenly she was naked from the waist down. He pushed her legs to the side and got down on his knees in front of her. Looking up, he gave her another devilish smile. “Tell him what I’m doing to you.” Then he slowly leaned in and dragged his tongue up against her clit.
Abby moaned loudly, brokenly, a sizzle of touch sparking outward from that tiny point of contact.
“Tell him,” Stephan repeated, and did it again.
“He’s licking my clit.” It came out like a sob, and she couldn’t sit up anymore, had to lie back on one elbow on the table and clutch the phone to her ear with the hand that wasn’t currently pressed palm-down like a lifeline.
In her ear, Sam cursed again, and she barely heard the telltale sounds of his hand moving over his cock, the slick sounds of flesh. Between her legs, Stephan continued to lick and suck her clit, taking his time, his teeth even brushing the tender bud every so often and making her hips buck up. It was nearly too arousing, too intense, her nerve endings firing rapidly.
“He’s…sliding a finger in me. No. Two fingers.” It was too much of a stretch for one. She was so wet, and the noises embarrassed and aroused her at the same time.
“You’re so wet. I love how wet you are.” Stephan’s voice sounded distant, muffled from his position still between her legs. “And you taste so sweet. I’ve been dying to get my mouth on you. I could eat your pussy all night.”
“Holy shit,” she swore.
Sam was in her ear, just like he was there beside her. “Does it feel good? Do you like having another man go down on you?”
“Yes, my God.” She let her head drop back, because keeping it upright was too much effort. Her orgasm was already building, starting down in her toes.
“Are you gonna come like this?” Sam sounded like he could come right now, too, his voice deep and rough.
“Yes, yes, he’s gonna make me come.” She sounded like she was crying, but this was taking all of her concentration just to talk, and the curl of Stephan’s fingers up against her G-spot had her moaning brokenly once more.
“Let me hear you.”
Abby lay flat on the table, dropping all the way onto her back, holding the phone loosely to her ear. Stephan was going to drive her all the way over the edge like this. He knew just how to fuck her with his fingers while sucking her off, and she didn’t hold back the gasps and moans falling from her lips like wordless prayers.
Stephan whispered to her, his mouth still against her clit, but she heard him anyway. “Come on, beautiful. Come for us.”
That was it. That mounting tension peaked, a spring coiled inside her body, holding her on the knife edge for an endless moment, and then everything unleashed at once. She cried out, riding that spiraling pleasure as she clenched and clenched and clenched around his fingers. He kept licking and sucking her through it, guiding her through the peak and the aftershocks, letting her down while she twitched and moaned into final silence.
Sam was crooning into her ear when she became alert enough to realize it. “You’re so good. God, that was so hot. You made me come so hard. I came all over my hand. Was it good, sweetheart?”
“So good.” She twitched as Stephan slid his fingers out of her, getting to his feet a bit stiffly but looking like someone who had just accomplished something amazing.
Sam’s next words took her by surprise, coming low and husky in her ear. “Do you want to suck him off?”
She did. That seemed even more illicit than having him go down on her. “Yeah.”
“Good. You hang up and go thank him properly. All right?”
She could tell from his tone that this wasn’t an order. This wasn’t a dip into power exchange. This was about her, and what she wanted, and Sam pushing her forward when she might not make the next move herself.
“All right.” She paused, wanting to tell him she loved him again, but was this the time?
Into the silence, he said. “Yeah, I know. I love you t
oo.” She could hear the smile in his voice. “Go on.”
Smiling back, Abby hung up the phone. Stephan was standing at the foot of the table, looking smug and satisfied even though she was the only one who’d been pleasured. She slid down, finding her pants and underwear in a heap on the floor and pulling them up her hips, then dragging Stephan down for a kiss. It was easier, now, a simple action, just one next step. He went willingly and kissed her with the same contented laziness, even though when she rocked her hips against his, he gasped in surprise.
He gasped in even more surprise when she slid down to her knees in front of him. “Jesus, you don’t have to…”
“I want to,” she interrupted him. “Let me.” She unzipped his pants and freed his cock, which was hard as steel, soft-skinned in her hands. Then she swallowed him down. He gripped the table behind her, leaning over to steady himself, but didn’t grab her head. He was so sensitive, shifting his hips with each long suck she gave, throbbing against her tongue. The weight of him, so foreign from what she had been expecting, so different from her husband, was a tangible reminder of what she was doing. How funny that something like this, kneeling in front of someone and sucking them down, could make her feel so powerful.
Stephan was trembling. His legs quivered. She doubled down on her efforts, gripping the base of his shaft with one hand as she sucked at the top half of his cock, tasting the first slick salty drops of his arousal. “Fuck. Abby. I’m gonna …God, your mouth is incredible. Oh my God.” He grabbed her hair, let it go immediately. “Sorry. I won’t…”
She lifted her mouth off and looked up at him. “No. Do it.” She smiled, then slid him into her mouth again.
Stephan gripped her hair once more, his fingers tightening reflexively as he approached his orgasm. She hummed her appreciation, which made him twitch again. Rather than pull back, she stayed where she was, and he began to thrust a bit into and out of her mouth, like he just couldn’t hold back. Cradling his balls with her free hand, she marveled at how they tightened against his body, drawing close with his impending climax. Above her, he was making the most incredible, desperate noises, like he was losing himself in this moment as much as she had been, and God, she wanted to do this again.
He came with a cry, and she drank it down, swallowing fast, sucking him through his climax as he twitched and moaned, hand tightening painfully in her hair before he released it. There was nothing like taking a man all the way like that, and when she finally, carefully got to her feet, Stephan was still leaning heavily on the counter with his eyes closed, like he might not possibly be able to stand anymore. He took a moment before he drew himself together again, tucking his dick away and letting out a long sigh.
“Fucking hell, Abby. Did Sam tell you to do that?”
She blushed, another illogical blush given the circumstances. “He asked me if I wanted to, and I told him yes.”
Stephan leaned against the counter. “You are something else.” He pulled her in and hugged her, and the affection felt…perfect. Not too intimate, not too detached, but exactly what she wanted at this moment.
She pulled back and looked up at him. “So what now?”
“Well, do you want to try glassblowing?”
Abby laughed. There was no tension here anymore, nothing that made her worry about the future. “Not tonight.”
“Then how about you and Sam come over for dinner sometime soon?” Stephan smiled. “It would be nice to talk someplace comfortable.”
Talk. Right. She knew what this would be, and yet rather than being worried, she was only excited. “I’ll check with him tonight.”
…
Walking into her house that night, Abby’s body hummed with the same level of anxiety as when she had walked back into the glassblowing studio that afternoon. She was still slick from Stephan’s mouth on her pussy. She had sucked his cock, and she imagined she could still taste him. What would Sam say? What would he do? He had told her to go through with this. He had been into it on the phone. Now, though, he might have changed his mind. In the heat of the moment, people sometimes agreed to dumb things.
Sam was sitting on the couch, resting against the cushions, the television off and music playing throughout the house. His expression looked calm, relaxed, even serene, and he beckoned her over when she stopped in the doorway. Before she could say anything, or ask him about his feelings, he pulled her down on top of him and kissed her, open-mouthed and deep.
“I can taste him on you,” he said against her mouth, and her pussy clenched once at the husky tone in his voice. “It’s all I could think about. I need to get these clothes off you.”
It happened so fast, him pulling at her clothes and her helping, because she wanted him, too, wanted him with the same intensity like if she had not just come hard an hour beforehand. He flipped her down onto her back and slid his fingers through her wetness.
“You’re so wet. God, Abby, I want you so bad.”
“Fuck me. Please.” She needed him, his cock, the solidity of his body on hers to mark her. He scrambled out of his own clothes and climbed on top of her, hiking one of her legs up onto the back of the couch, her other leg trailing down onto the floor, and fucked into her in a wet, hard slide.
It was messy, brutal, deep, the kind of fucking that left marks, and Abby gripped Sam’s back and tried to pull him into her even more. She was his. He was hers. They belonged to each other. She hadn’t even realized she was saying anything until she heard him breathe out a choked laugh near her ear.
“Yeah. I’m yours. You can stop saying it.”
Abby laughed, that desperate laugh of strung-out emotion. “You’re mine.”
“And you’re mine.” He kissed her, his cock buried all the way inside her, still rocking his hips to thrust steadily, breath after breath.
“Do you like when I fuck someone else?” She needed to hear him say it.
“Does it seem like I like it?” He punctuated his words with more rough thrusts, one per word, the kind of thrusts that shifted her back and forth on the couch.
She gripped his arms tight, fingernails biting into his biceps. “Say it.”
“I want.” He kissed her lips. “You.” He kissed her again. “To fuck other people. And sometimes I want to watch and listen as some other guy fucks this tight pussy and explodes inside you.”
Abby shivered, imagining the hot rush of that feeling.
“And then.” He pulled back all the way, sliding entirely from her warmth. “I want to step up and fuck into you when you’re loose and wet from him.” Gripping her hips, he pushed hard all the way inside again.
She hadn’t realized how close she had been, but that one hard thrust sent her spilling over the edge. Her orgasm rolled over her in a series of spasms, and the whole time, she imagined the feeling of Sam fucking her while she was dripping from another man. Overwhelmed, she rode out those waves as Sam thrust a few times more and then spilled inside her.
In the silence afterward, when they had cleaned up and sprawled on the couch in the same lazy way, she rested her head back against the cushions and closed her eyes. “Do you really want all that?”
“Yeah.” He was open and honest, now, direct eye contact and no guile to be seen. “I really want that. What about you?”
Abby nodded, then smiled. “You know, Angela said I was worrying about all this too much. She said I wasn’t giving you enough credit, and I should see where things led. She’s gonna be insufferable now. One ‘I told you so’ after another.”
Sam laughed. “You know you don’t mind.”
Abby pursed her lips. “Then I guess there’s no harm in continuing on this path.”
Sam raised an eyebrow. “What did you have in mind?”
“Stephan invited us over for dinner. I think we should go.”
Sam curled a lock of her hair over his finger. “I like the sound of that.”
Chapter Ten
Stephan and Jo’s house was a quiet, simple ranch on the other side of Mapleton,
about ten minutes past the city, and as soon as Sam pulled into the driveway, his mixture of emotions ratcheted up to eleven. Abby had been pretty quiet next to him on the drive over, falling into the contemplative silence she sometimes gravitated toward when she was nervous. She wore one of her fuzzy sweaters and her dark jeans, her standard winter outfit, and she looked soft and touchable. Here, sitting in the driveway, he reached out and put a hand on her thigh. She turned to look at him, and oh. She wasn’t nervous at all. She was practically vibrating, her eyes aglow and her expression eager.
He wanted to say something, some kind of weird platitude about still loving her or none of this mattering, but the fact was that it all did matter, and if she didn’t know he loved her by now, the conversation they might have in someone else’s driveway was irrelevant. So instead, he leaned over and dropped a kiss on her smiling lips, and then turned off the engine.
Jo opened the door smiling. “Come in. Come on in.” She stepped aside, reaching out to hug each of them as they passed. He got a whiff of some light perfume that he leaned in closer to inhale.
“Stephan’s just finishing dinner. Thanks so much for coming.” She smiled warmly. “Let me show you around.” She took Abby’s hand and tugged her toward the other room, letting it go as soon as they were both following. Casual touch, casual intimacy. She was obviously a touch-centered person.
“It’s not a big house, but we like it.” Jo gestured around the living room, which was intimate, with a big cozy couch, an armchair, and one of those super-sized luxury beanbag sacks facing a television mounted on the wall over a fireplace. Drawn to the photograph collection on one wall, Sam wandered over there. Photos of Stephan and Jo dominated the collection, but there were other photos as well; a bunch were photos of Jo and a blonde woman. They were posing on the beach, or next to each other at the summit of a mountain, or dressed in climbing gear.