by Avril Ashton
“Ah fuck,” Arden moaned from the bed. “Yeah, that’s it. Make me come. Shit.”
Cam grunted in response. He thrust the fingers into her, and Arden screamed, stiffened, then convulsed. Sweat glistened on her skin, making it shine. Her eyes were droopy, face lax as she gazed at Cam as he petted her. They kissed, Arden’s fingers in her man’s hair, his on her face. Indy smiled. The two stayed like that, seemingly oblivious to her in the room, and Indy liked that. She squeezed her thighs together, the wet evidence of her arousal sticky. After a while, Arden broke up the kissing session by rolling off the bed. Cam stretched out on his back, an arm under his head, looking on as Arden secured the strap-on on her hips. She moved closer to the bed, fisting the thickly-veined silicon cock.
“Come here,” Arden said to Cam.
Tough guy Cam didn’t hesitate. He got on his hands and knees and crawled to Arden, looking up at her in silence, love in his eyes.
“Suck me.”
Cam went to work, bobbing on the flesh-colored toy, reaching between his legs to pull on his nuts and pump his cock. Indy tweaked her nipples, then worked a hand between her legs to press a finger to her clit.
Head thrown back, Arden grabbed a fistful of Cam’s hair and thrust, fucking his mouth hard. Cam drooled around the dick in his mouth. He’d done that before, Indy could tell. He knew the techniques, had that shit down pat.
Like Reno. He’d been hesitant to take things in that direction, and Indy hadn’t forced him. She’d simply allowed him to recognize how good it could be. Rimming him, teasing him with a finger, that was all she’d done, and the next thing she knew, he was offering up his ass, wanting to at least try.
She loved that about him. That he’d tried for her. What had she done for him?
“Yeah, good boy.” Arden praised Cam. “Suck that cock. Get it nice and wet so I can fuck you with it.”
Cam shuddered. Hips snapping, Arden picked up the tube of lube she’d dropped on the bed. She tapped Cam on the shoulder, and he took it, lubing his fingers without taking his mouth off Arden’s cock.
Reaching behind him, Cam pressed two fingers to his ass and sank deep with a groan both Indy and Arden echoed. That shit was too hot. Stuffing a fist to her mouth, Indy circled her hole with the pad of one finger then pushed it, eyes glued to the fingers in Cam’s ass.
Damn.
She lifted her hips, better access as she eased another finger into her pussy. She thrust in time to Arden’s hips moving, to the fingers Cam used to stretch himself. He humped the digits while fisting the fake dick.
“Enough.” Arden yanked Cam off. “Turn around.” She hurriedly lubed up the toy.
Cam’s movements were a blur, but soon enough he presented his ass to Arden, who slapped a cheek before guiding the strap-on home. Cam’s muscles bunched and flexed when he arched, head thrown back.
“Fuck.” He groaned the word, stretching it, as Arden slid into him and bottomed. “Oh shit.” He pumped his cock. “Argh!”
Indy fucked herself with three fingers, hips jerking, as she greedily watched Arden take Cam. Arden pulled out, all the way out, slowly, then thrust in hard and fast. Cam yanked on the sheets.
“God, right there.” He canted his ass higher, cheek flat on the bed. “Fuck me,” he grunted as if through gritted teeth. “Hard.”
Arden worked him hard, the slap of their skin an added stimulus. Indy fucked herself, thumb sliding over her clit as she bit her lip to hide her own groans. She’d thought watching Reno take her, watching his ass swallow her fake cock was the sexiest thing ever, but this, watching Cam and Arden was right up there.
Sweat shone on the couple’s skin, the candlelight casting erotic shadows. She inhaled their scent with a shudder. Eyelids lowered, she got off on that smell and the sounds, Cam’s gasps and grunts, begging for more and Arden’s moans, her low but confident voice as she claimed the man she loved.
Twisting her nipple, Indy bit down on her tongue until she tasted blood. She didn’t want to come yet, but damn, she doubted she’d be able to hold out much longer.
“Touch yourself,” Arden told Cam. “Fuck your fist while I fuck you.” She yanked on his hair. “Do it.”
Cam did, and soon everyone’s groans were mingling. Indy jammed her fingers into her cunt, shuddering at the wet slosh. She was so wet.
“You gonna come?” Bent so that her front covered Cam’s back, Arden growled in his ear. “You gonna come for me?” She punctuated the question with a thrust. Cam pulled on the sheets. “Do it, come on my cock.” Arden pulled almost all the way out then drove in.
“Argh!” Cam shouted out his release, and Indy came around her fingers.
She bit down on her fist, eyes watering, spine tingling. Her pussy convulsed around her fingers, the muscles spasming uncontrollably.
Fuck. Fuck. She closed her eyes and fell back in the chair. That was a good one. She panted silently, opening her eyes when she heard a thud. Arden had removed the strap-on and was now wrapped up in Cam’s arms, kissing him like she’d die if she didn’t. They rolled around on the bed, Arden on top, straddling him, his huge palms cupping her ass. Arden humped him, and he pushed two fingers into her. She let out a sound, a muted scream, almost immediately, but they didn’t stop with the wet, sloppy kisses, with touching each other.
Indy doubted they remembered she was in the room, and that was fine with her. She grinned and got to her feet. She swayed for a second, before righting herself and creeping out the room. In the kitchen she wrote a quick note telling Arden she’d call her, and stuck it to the fridge. Then she fixed her clothes, made sure she was presentable, and left.
She drove back to her place feeling as if she were drunk. Her limbs were one step up from spaghetti, and her clit was so sensitive she kept squirming in her seat. Since she had no other prospects, she’d be breaking out the Jimbo, the dildo, tonight.
As she pulled into her driveway, she made out a figure leaning against her door. She frowned. The figure moved when she parked, drew closer as she squinted.
“Reno?” Damn, did her heart just skip a fucking beat?
“Hi.” He waved and offered up a crooked smile. “Can I—” His gaze grew uncertain, wary. “Can I come in?”
Indy gripped the steering wheel. “Why?”
“We need to talk, Indy.” His lips twisted. “It’s long overdue, don’t you think?”
Talk. She opened the car door, and he backed up. “Yeah sure, come on in.”
****
Reno waited until Indy walked by him, into her apartment, before closing the door behind them and asking, “Why do you smell like sex?”
She didn’t look at him when she tossed her keys onto her kitchen counter. “Not really your business now, is it?”
He bit his tongue, stalling the angry words he wanted to hurl at her. Hurt pounded in his veins, but he shook his head. Anger wouldn’t help anything. “Then answer this, and I’ll go. Have you moved on? Is there someone else?”
She opened her fridge and pulled out two beers. “Where’s Jenna?” Placing one of the bottles in front of him, she didn’t wait for him to take it before she made her way to the sliding glass door that led to her balcony.
Reno grabbed the beer and followed. “Indy.”
She stood looking off into the distance. “Don’t Indy me, just answer the question. Where is Jenna?”
“She’s where she should be, in New York with her family and the father of her child.” He took a mouthful of beer then swallowed. “I told you, we’re just friends, Jenna and I.”
Indy took a swallow of her beer with a nod, but didn’t say anything else.
“Your turn,” Reno told her. “Have you moved on?”
She laughed. “Moved on from what? There’s nothing to move on from. We were just—”
“If you say it was just sex, I’m going to fucking break something,” Reno said. “For once tell the truth.” He walked over and took her hand. “Please, Indy. For once, don’t push me away.”
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p; Her fingers tightened around his. Her gaze darted all over, never landing on him. “I have not moved on. Haven’t had sex with anyone since you’ve been gone.”
“So why—”
“I had dinner with Arden and Cam.” She smiled. “They wanted me to watch them.”
Reno gaped. He’d had no idea Arden and Cam were into that, but he shouldn’t have been surprised. Indy and Arden were friends, and Indy was damn kinky. “I know how much you like that.” He murmured. “To watch.”
“Yes. It was hot and too much all at the same time.”
Reno squinted. “Why too much?”
She pursed her lips. “It was—watching them made it clear to me what I was missing and what I’d lost.” She met his gaze. “You and Cam, your tastes are similar.” She grinned. “Very similar. It made me realize what you’d done for me, giving yourself to me and trusting that I’d take care of you.” Her hand trembled in his hold. “I had to acknowledge that I haven’t done the same. I haven’t done anything for you except push you away.”
Reno didn’t know what to say to that. “I loved you,” he whispered. “So it was easy to let you have me any way you wanted me.”
Her throat worked. “Loved.”
The distress in that one word tugged at his heart, but he hardened himself. No way was he going all in until she showed him her hand. “Should I still love you, Indy? Should I still want what you’ve made clear you don’t?”
She clutched his hand. “Reno, please.”
“Please, what?” he demanded. “Please shut up, please go, please don’t say what you’ve been thinking?”
She shook her head then turned away, but not before he caught the shimmer in her eyes.
He licked his lips and pressed on. “I’m going to tell you one last time what I want, and Indy, you have only one chance to take what I offer. If you don’t, I’m giving up and I’m moving on. You get me?”
“What—what do you want?”
“You.” He took a deep breath. Let it out. “I want a relationship. The two of us in a committed relationship. I want to be able to walk down the street holding your hand, kissing you without you turning away or giving me the cold shoulder.” He cleared his throat. “I want you to officially meet my parents, and for you to open up about yours and the sister you lost.”
She shook so badly Reno had to grasp her elbow and lead her to the nearby chair. She sat down heavily, and he joined her.
“I want you to admit you love me, that you’ve always loved me, and that you kicked me to the curb because you got scared.” She shook her head, but he continued. “I want to move in with you.”
She jerked violently at that. “What?”
He smiled. “Can you give me those things?” he asked. “I’m a grown man, old enough to know my mind, to know what makes me happy. I haven’t been happy in a long time, but I can remember the last time I felt that way, and it was here.” He waved at their surroundings. “With you.”
“Me, too.”
“You, too, what?”
“That was the last time I was happy.” She swallowed audibly. “I want that again.” She took his hand where it rested in his lap. “I’ll do anything to have it back.”
Happiness sparked in his chest. “Even go public?”
“Uh-huh.”
“And meet the folks?”
Indy looked scared as hell, eyes wide, but she nodded and kissed his knuckles. “Might as well.”
He grabbed her. Kissed her. She moaned and parted her lips. Reno delved inside, tasting her, their tongues tangling. He buried his fingers in her hair. She twisted and climbed astride him. They ground against each other, relearning the other’s taste.
His hard cock pressed against his zipper. He cupped her ass, squeezing as they rocked on each other.
“I’m sorry,” Indy whispered when they came up for air. “For pushing you away.”
“It’s okay.”
She shook her head and leaned away from him. “No, I have to explain why.” Her wet lips trembled, and Reno nodded, allowing her to speak.
“Tell me.” He cupped her cheek.
“I was abandoned by my parents, myself, and my sister.” She sniffed. “We grew up surrounded by strangers, relying on each other. That loss, not having our parents around, knowing they chose not to be with us, was heavy. I carried it with me every day.” A tear rolled down her cheek, and Reno wiped it off.
“Oh, baby. Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you share that with me?” His heart hurt for her.
“I didn’t trust anyone who claimed to care for me. I didn’t trust anyone who said they loved me.” She took his hand, held it to her cheek as she blinked wet lashes. “I had my sister, but then I didn’t.”
Reno hugged her close, squeezed her when she shook. He remembered hearing about Indy’s sister’s death at the hands of her husband.
“When she died, I just … I couldn’t do it. I shut down, but there you were. You loved me, and I couldn’t not reciprocate.”
“Then why—”
“Fear.” She pulled back and stared into his eyes. “Not an apology, but an explanation.” Her lips twisted. “I was afraid of loving you and losing you, so I pushed you away.”
“Jesus.” All the time they’d lost. All the things they missed out on because of fear.
“I’m sorry.”
Reno shook off the regret and kissed his way down her neck, biting at her. “Make it up to me,” he murmured at her throat. Dipping his fingers under the hem of her skirt, he touched her sex. “Spread for me.” He lifted her off and reversed their positions. She sat with her legs wide, naked pussy already wet, and he knelt at her feet. “Open wide.” He picked up his beer and drained the bottle. “I’m gonna fuck you with this.” He winked up at her while she plucked her nipples. “Gonna push it deep, fuck you until you come for me.”
Indy hissed. “Yes.” She lifted her legs over the arms of the chair and laid back.
Her moist heat reached out to him, and Reno leaned forward, swiping his tongue through the thick, swollen folds of her pussy, tasting her sticky cream. Indy jerked. He held up the bottle, put it to her lips, and she sucked it into her mouth, wetting it good. He touched her with his other hand, pinching her clit until she groaned and squirmed, then jamming two fingers into her.
She liked it hard, always had, and he gave it to her, ramming the fingers to the last knuckle then twisting.
“Fuck. Fuck,” she panted. “Yeah, just like that. Jesus.”
Finally he removed his fingers and brought the bottle to her opening, pushing it in inch by inch. Indy’s legs shook. Reno cupped his balls, squeezing his dick through his jeans as he watched her cunt swallow the bottle. He sank it deeper and deeper then twisted it clockwise.
“God!” Indy rocked on it, fucking herself on it, but he pulled out all the way. Her stretched opening gaped at him. He pushed in three fingers, fucked her until she cried out, then reinserted the bottle.
“Take it like a good girl,” he murmured against her thigh. She clutched his hair. “Keep your eyes open, and watch me fuck you, nasty just like you like it.” He thrust in gently with the bottle, in and out, loving the way her folds clenched the slim bottle head. She dripped translucent honey, and he quickly licked up.
So long he’d dreamt of them coming together like this. Her fear had kept them apart, and now he wanted to gorge on her, fill them both up. He rose on his knees and cupped her left tit, twisting the nipple hard while she did the right, even as he worked her with the bottle.
She bucked and grunted. “Ah Reno, please. Make me come, baby.”
“You want to come, then come.” He pushed the bottle in, as far as it could go then twisted it.
She screamed. He snatched the bottle out then covered her with his mouth, pushing his tongue deep. Her pussy spasmed around him, juices spilling onto his tongue. She held him in place, thighs coming together to trap him. He fought to breathe, eating her as she ground up against him with loud cries. With the way sh
e yelled his name, her neighbors damn sure knew about them by now.
He lapped at her until her tremors died down, until her limbs relaxed enough to allow him to move. Reno unbuttoned his jeans and stood to his feet. He kissed her, plunging his tongue into her mouth so she could taste her cum on his lips. He jacked off, and she helped, her moist palm covering his. They worked in tandem. He groaned, head thrown back, balls aching. She scraped a nail over his cock head, pushed into his slit, and he erupted with a shout.
“Fuck!” He shot, and she was right there, mouth open, tongue hanging out, to catch it. He milked his cock, emptying himself. He spilled on her cheek and nose, but she simply swiped it with a finger and sucked it off.
Reno grabbed her nape and pulled her in for another kiss, tasting himself on her tongue. He felt drained, empty, but still so full. He broke the kiss and stared down at the woman in his arms. Their night was only now beginning.
“Let’s go to the bedroom.”
Chapter Seven
“Oh God, yeah. More.”
Indy pushed another lubed finger into Reno with a small grin. As soon as they’d hit the bed he’d stripped down and headed to the bathroom to clean up for her. Then he’d gotten on his hands and knees. He’d missed her touching him like this, he’d said, and she felt the same.
“Fuck me.” He rocked back on her fingers. “Shit, I missed this.”
“Me, too, baby.” She added more lube and gave him three fingers. She felt him wince.
“Fuck!”
She froze. “You okay?”
“Yeah, just—” He panted. “Give me a sec.”
She pressed a kiss to an ass cheek. His hot channel squeezed her tight. She moaned as the hold tugged on her clit.
“Move,” Reno breathed. “Do it.”
She did, sliding the fingers in and out, scissoring them to open him up for the six and a half inch dildo she planned to use. Reno tugged on his balls, his cock already dripping pre-cum onto the sheets.