Drew should have said no. He should have risen from the couch, pulled Cat to her feet, and declared an end to it all. They were pushing too hard.
He might very well have done it, too, swear to God. Except that Alexis looked at him. “I want to watch,” she said.
All his good intentions went up in flames.
Chapter Thirteen
Alexis had barely said the words, and they all seemed to be naked. Except her. She didn’t remove one single stitch of clothing.
Down on her knees like a geisha, Cat yanked on Drew’s zipper and pulled his shorts down his legs. Logan stood, dragged his shirt over his head, tossed it, then dropped his shorts, kicking them aside. Cat’s skimpy shorts simply melted away.
She waggled her eyebrows. On her, it was actually sexy. “How shall we do it, boys?”
Alexis’s belly cramped. She didn’t want to do double penetration. And she wasn’t sure she wanted Logan to do it to Cat. This foursome thing was snowballing on her. Suddenly it was Logan, Drew, and Cat, and Alexis was on the outside looking in.
“Lady’s choice,” Logan said. “You tell us where to put what.”
“Eenie, meenie, mienie, mo,” Cat singsonged.
Alexis had wanted to say no. But Drew looked at her. It was like the moment in the front hall when Cat brought up the oral sex thing, like it was no big deal unless Alexis made it a big deal. She could feel Drew wanting to step in, wanting to protect her, as if she was the only one in the group who couldn’t handle it.
He was about to come to her rescue again. She’d opened her mouth to stop him. And out came that idiotic statement. “I want to watch.”
God help her, if she shut this down, she wouldn’t get to touch Drew again either. She put her hand over her mouth before hysterical laughter bubbled up. It was the most insane reason. Now the chance to put a stop to things was gone.
Cat made her choice. “Logan on bottom.” She smiled, licked her lips. “Drew in the rear.”
Alexis couldn’t decide which was the primo location, bottom or rear.
“Lay down on the carpet, Logan.” Cat played choreographer. “Where are the condoms, Alexis?”
After everything, her cheeks actually flamed. “In the side table over there.” She pointed.
Drew fished two out of the drawer. “Do the honors, Alexis.” There was that flash of warmth in his brown eyes. He didn’t want her to feel left out. His cock was hard, his cheeks ruddy with desire, and with that look, he made her feel it was all for her more than the DP.
She smiled her thanks. Tearing the condom packet, she knelt next to Logan. “Well, my dear, it looks like you’re more than ready.”
His cock a flagpole, Logan grinned. “I’ve never had DP before,” he said, as if he were talking about a different flavor of ice cream or a brand new Corvette.
She stroked him for good measure, and a bead of pre-come leaked from his tip. Leaning down, she licked it away. He sucked in a breath. “Jesus, baby.”
Then she rolled the condom down his length. “Come on, Cat, climb aboard.” She could do this. She could get into it.
Cat straddled Logan as Alexis held his cock aloft. Knees bent, legs along his flanks, Cat seemed mesmerized by the sight. “That’s so sexy,” Cat murmured. “Like you’re feeding him to me.” She put a hand on Alexis’s shoulder. “Tell him to fuck me,” she whispered, her lips so close, Alexis was sure only she heard.
“Fuck her,” Alexis murmured. “Fuck her really good.” As she said the words, she felt a hand on the bare strip of skin just below the back tie of her halter top. Rough fingers pad stroking her. Drew.
Then Cat sank down on Alexis’s husband, forcing Alexis to let go of his cock as Cat took him fully.
Logan groaned. “Christ, she’s already wet. No one’s even touched her and she’s so fucking wet, Drew.”
“She always is.” His breath whispered across Alexis’s hair as he spoke. His body heat seared her. She was sure she was as wet as Cat.
“I need to fuck him a little, get us both ready for the next step.” Leaning over him, hands braced on the carpet by his head, Cat rocked on Logan, the muscles of her ass flexing.
“Jesus. God.” Logan groaned. “That’s so fucking good. You’re so tight, baby.”
Baby. Her blood chilled in her veins. She was his baby, not Cat. It stung, the endearment on his lips about another woman.
Then Drew touched her. “Take my cock.” He climbed into position behind Cat as she bent over Logan.
For a moment, Alexis could only stare. Logan’s balls were full, hard, his cock buried in Cat’s pussy. She’d never seen it so up close and personal. Someone, Drew, had always been doing something to her, holding her, licking her, touching her, fucking her. Jealousy inexplicably stabbed through her.
“Take my cock,” Drew said again. He’d already put on the condom. It was his own wife’s ass, but he’d donned one anyway. “Cup my balls,” he urged. “Touch me.”
There was a subliminal message there. Look at me, see me. Could he read her thoughts? Was he trying to distract her from them?
He’d taken the bottle of lube from the drawer, too. “Put it on me,” he told her.
Cupping his balls the way he wanted, she squeezed him as she poured the lube over his cock. His eyes were an earthy brown. “Put it on her, too.”
He didn’t say Cat’s name, as if this were about them, not Cat and Logan. As if they were separate, apart.
Cat undulated slowly, her ass high, her hole visible between her cheeks. Alexis drizzled the lube over her.
“Spread it around with my cock.”
Alexis used Drew’s cock to smear the lube over Cat. Though she was careful of the condom, she stroked him.
“Put me at her opening. Help me in.” He held Cat’s hip with one hand, but the other he kept on Alexis, along that bare strip of skin, down to cup her ass, back up. His nose in her hair, he breathed deeply, taking in her scent.
It was the sexiest thing, that sound. It drowned out Logan’s groans and his whispered baby, baby, and turned her molten.
She held him to Cat’s ass, and together they pressed closer. She helped him ease in, out, not fully penetrating, but a little more each time, until the head of his cock breached Cat fully.
“Oh God.” Cat moaned, sighed, held perfectly still. “That’s good. That’s so good.”
They were all so close, Logan beneath Cat, Cat’s hip glued to Alexis’s abdomen, Drew’s arm around her. Then Logan thrust.
Cat gasped. “Wait, wait. Let him get inside me, baby.”
There was that twinge again. Between them, baby was wrong.
Cat turned her head, dropped one shoulder so she could look back. “Drew, honey, do me. Take me. I need it.”
“Yeah, baby.” And he eased deeper, slowly deeper.
Baby. Drew used it, too. It was no big deal. It was part of the act they were doing.
“Look at that,” he whispered. Alexis was forced to meet the deep amber glow of his gaze. “Help me fuck her.”
She let him draw her in with just his words, just his voice.
* * * * *
He was drowning in sensation; Alexis’s scent, her skin against his, Cat tight around him, even Logan. The other man’s cock stroked him through Cat’s thin membrane. But mostly there was Alexis.
“Tell me how good it is,” she whispered to him.
It was like a siren’s song. “She’s so tight, and you smell so good.”
Alexis sighed with pleasure.
“Fuck me harder, Drew.” Cat didn’t look over her shoulder. “The harder you fuck me, the harder I fuck Logan.”
He did what she wanted. He always did what Cat wanted. He was her stud. She didn’t even glance at him, simply directed him. For one moment, he felt so apart from her, it was like a chasm between them despite the fact that his cock was in her ass. He was just the tool; Logan was the real receiver.
But in return, he got the heaven of Alexis’s touch on him. Fuck if he cared right now
what that meant. He wasn’t bitter that Cat needed this. Holding her hip in one hand, he fucked his wife, his balls slapping Logan’s flesh.
“Oh yeah. Fuck. Christ.” Logan was vocal, the muscles of his thighs tense along Drew’s calves. “Oh man, give it to her. Give her to me. Fuck yeah.” Then he fisted his hands in Cat’s hair and pulled her head down. They stopped moaning and groaning, and there was just the slap of flesh and the wetness of that kiss.
It was the heat of the moment. He’d never told Cat kissing was off limits.
His arm around Alexis flexed involuntarily. It was off limits for him. He wasn’t supposed to kiss Alexis. But Cat, fuck, she could do anything. He pounded into her, and she took it all. He pounded into her and gave her to another man at the same time. Forced her down on him. He was her fucking stud.
But she wasn’t supposed to kiss Logan. They kissed, then they whispered to each other. He couldn’t hear what they said. He could only feel the ache rising in his balls. A pain, a need. Building in him, blinding him. God, he’d wanted Alexis’s kiss so badly he’d thought he’d go mad from it. Yet he’d denied himself.
Fuck if he’d deny himself one more moment.
Wrapping his hand around Alexis’s nape, he pulled her close. The first touch of her lips against his was an explosion of taste, sweetness. She opened her mouth to him, gave him her tongue, and he felt the punch of need deep in his gut. He lost himself in her kiss, so sweet, so deep, so giving. For a moment, it was her body he was buried in, her flesh surrounding him. It was her lips that wrenched the orgasm from him. For a moment, as his body simply imploded, there was only Alexis.
The guilt didn’t come until he came to amid a tangle of bodies, his cock buried in Cat, Alexis tight in his arms.
He’d cheated on his wife. He hadn’t even been inside Alexis, but for one moment, she’d owned him. Jesus.
He opened his eyes; her gaze was like a mirror, reflecting everything he felt.
“Jesus H. Christ, that was too fucking perfect.” Logan’s voice, from somewhere under the mass of arms and legs. “Cat, you’re unbelievable.”
The line of Alexis’s throat worked as she swallowed. Then she slowly pulled away, disengaged, disconnected. Mentally and physically. The loss made him feel empty. He hadn’t even been fucking her, only kissing her, yet she’d turned him inside out.
“Oh, honey, that was so perfect.” Cat moved beneath him. “But you need to get up now.”
“Yeah, sure.” He pulled out, rose, and entered the small half bath off the laundry room hallway to clean up and dispose of the condom.
His face in the mirror was drawn. It reflected his mind, his emotions. He couldn’t do this again, no fucking way. He couldn’t cut that cord between emotion and sex. He was in lust with Alexis. Lust wasn’t some vague attraction, some random thought like, “Heh, I could do that lady.” It was so much more, a beginning. They should never have touched, let alone fucked. Maybe it was a guy thing, but it had flipped some switch in his brain, and now he couldn’t turn it off. He had to stop it all before lust turned to something more, something so much worse.
“I love my wife,” he whispered to the mirror. “I love Cat. My marriage is important.” It was like a fucking mantra he’d need to keep repeating.
He had never felt this kind of pull for another woman since he’d fallen for Cat. He’d been an idiot to think it would be fine to fuck Alexis. He should have told Cat no.
“Did you flush yourself down the toilet, honey?” Cat. Outside the door. “I gotta pee.”
Okay, okay. Calm down. This wasn’t the end of the world. He’d just tell her he was done with the foursome thing. They’d had their fun, but he didn’t want anymore.
He didn’t want Cat kissing Logan. He knew how dangerous it was.
He opened the door. She’d pulled on her shorts, but not her top, and her breasts were perky, her skin flushed. She leaned in, smelling like sex and clean feminine perspiration. “That was so hot, honey.” She kissed him lightly. Her lips didn’t taste the same as usual.
Fuck. He could swear he tasted Logan on them.
She dashed past him into the bathroom. Back in the great room, he yanked on his shorts. Upstairs, a toilet flushed. He could hear Alexis in the kitchen. When she appeared in the doorway, his heart was beating so hard, he felt lightheaded. Don’t say anything, not a fucking thing.
It was better not to acknowledge it. Maybe it was all in his own head. She didn’t feel any of it. The thought made him crash. See, he was fucking crazy. Manic.
She pointed up. “Logan will be down in a minute.”
“Thanks for dinner.” It sounded totally absurd.
Cat bounced back into the room, grabbed her t-shirt off the couch and pulled it on. Her nipples were still hard, her eyes still bright; she wanted more. He got them out of there before he did something really bad.
And he vowed he wouldn’t go back.
Chapter Fourteen
Drew broke his vow on Monday when he pulled into the driveway after work and saw Alexis wheeling the trashcans out to the curb. He could have just waved. He should have waved.
Instead, he noted that Cat wasn’t home yet, that Alexis’s car was the only one sitting outside their garage, and walked to the end of her drive as she set out the recycle can. “How was work?” It sounded innocuous enough. Except that he’d never trotted over to ask her before.
She wore a sleekly tailored cream suit with a short jacket that accentuated her hourglass figure. “Fine, thanks.”
She shaded her eyes against the sun behind him, and he shifted to ease the brightness for her. He felt tongue-tied and stupid, shades of being a gawky teenager. “I wanted to make sure everything was okay after Saturday.”
She dropped her gaze to his tie. “Everything’s fine.”
“I mean, well...” Fuck. He sounded like a weak-kneed SOB. Just fucking say it. “I don’t want you to feel awkward. Cat can be pretty...” Seductive was the right word, but he didn’t want to use it in this case, nor did he want to call Cat pushy because it made him sound like an asshole who criticized his wife. “Forceful,” he finally settled on. He didn’t like to think of himself as a pushover, but he let Cat call a lot of the shots because he didn’t care about most of the stuff she wanted to do. He liked their relationship to be easy. But it wasn’t only him she was pushing this time. “I want you to feel comfortable saying no to her, Alexis.”
“I can say no to Cat.” She took a beat too long saying it, then pursed her lips. That press-lipped look always meant a woman wasn’t saying what she was thinking. Except for Cat. Because Cat said whatever she wanted.
Alexis was so much more reserved, he couldn’t always gauge her feelings. “I sensed you were uneasy with some of the things that happened,” he ventured.
She tipped her head back, her gaze moving across his face, then slowly, a smile curved her mouth. “Some of the things?” she emphasized with the lilt of a question. Glancing up the street, she leaned in. “We had wild, crazy sex, Drew. That’s not just things.”
But they didn’t have sex. He’d kissed her, nothing more. Yet the kiss had seemed like so much more. “Let me rephrase. Are you okay after your husband and I fucked the hell out of my wife? Does that adequately describe things?” He tried to make it sound light rather than dark, like a joke between them.
“Yes.” Her eyes glittered with something he couldn’t get a bead on. Not humor, not tears either. “I’m fine with that part of it.”
Which meant there was a part she wasn’t fine with, but before he could ask, she turned it around on him. “You vamoosed pretty quick. Are you okay?”
“I don’t know,” he said honestly.
“We’re moving too fast, aren’t we.” She put it out there for him, not a question, but a statement.
“Yeah.” What the fuck was he doing here, trying to get close? It wasn’t about making sure she was okay; it was to wallow in the scent of her, the sound of her voice, her pretty smile.
They we
re near enough for her to put a hand on him. He wished she hadn’t. Because he felt that touch deep in his gut. An ache.
“Why don’t we take a breather?” Her voice was soft, as seductive as if she had whispered fuck words to him. “We’ll just have something else to do for the next couple of weekends. Let it all settle down.”
“It’s not you, Alexis.” He jumped in quickly to reassure her. “It’s not about how desirable you are.” Because Jesus, he could fuck her all night long and wake up beside her in the morning. “I just think we all need to be centered with what we’re doing.”
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