by Nikky Kaye
It wasn’t until her other hand stroked my right breast that I realized I was arching my back. A shiver escaped me. Evie lowered her hands, slowly. When I looked down, I was short of breath and my nipples stood out against my blouse, aroused and hard as two more buttons on the front.
The wine was going to my head—and other parts of me.
There was only one other time when I worried that maybe we’d drank too much, and that was when we auctioned off Evie’s virginity. That night, I’d fought some strange feelings when I helped her into one of my bras and matching thongs to take some sexy pictures of her. The confusion in my brain and body then fit better than my lingerie fit her—which wasn’t saying much.
I leaned back further when Evie put her hand on my shoulder. What would—oh!
She reached back to tug on my ponytail, my head tilting back automatically as she licked up a trail of red wine on my neck.
My pulse thundered, and my body felt heavy and hot. Maybe I didn’t want to admit that I had a stalker at first, but even I could read the signals that Evie was sending me right now.
“See?” Her voice was husky near my ear. “You are sexy, Annie. You are everything I wish I was.”
I froze—not in apprehension or disgust, but in surprise. “That’s what I always thought about you.”
“Then it’s a good thing we have each other,” she said. “Right?”
My nod was slight, her breath lapping against my neck. Moving down to my collarbone. She slid the first button of my blouse open.
“You just need to trust yourself, Annie.” She pressed a kiss to the hollow at the base of my throat. Slipped the second and third buttons open.
I felt lightheaded, my breath coming in short pants. My chest was tight, but my belly clenched with liquid heat and my arms and legs felt languorous and leaden. She’d woven me into her sensual web, and I was caught, suspended in it and waiting.
Anticipating.
“Can I try kissing you, Annie?” she whispered. Her voice wavered a little, as though she wasn’t as confident as she appeared. “I’m so curious. What it feels like.”
“Me too.” I just needed to trust her—and myself.
Her lips landed on mine like butterfly wings, soft and petite. I tasted the wine we’d been drinking, and a little of her vanilla lip balm around the edges of her mouth.
Kissing my best friend felt… comforting. Soft and familiar, but odd at the same time—like a recurring dream you had as a child but forgot about, until one day it returned when you were an adult.
She got closer, and with a sigh I realized that her lush breasts were pressed against me.
That was a new sensation when making out, definitely.
My hands rose to cup her breasts, tentatively caressing the sides. Evie moaned, encouraging my curious touch. Investigating her soft, warm curves was like an out-of-body experience, so accustomed was I to my own skin.
“Let me try something,” she murmured against my mouth. I held my breath as the tip of her tongue pressed into the top of my upper lip.
My breath washed between us as I burst out laughing.
She drew back, her eyes twinkling and a silly grin on her face. “Okay, it’s different when Dom does it.”
“I sure hope so,” I managed through giggles. “Any higher and it would be like you were trying to pick my nose with your tongue.”
“Ewww.”
Even though the tension had been broken, the heat between us hadn’t. If anything, I felt more comfortable when she pulled me back into her arms.
Now our kisses were less tentative. Wetter, deeper, hotter—our mouths shifting and curving against each other as though we were trying to learn each other through taste alone.
She opened my blouse and slid her hands over my skin. I wrapped my arms around her and squeezed the feminine curves of her ass, partly just because I needed something to ground me. It was all so dizzyingly different.
“Are you as turned on as I am?” Evie asked.
“Fuck, yeah.”
We froze. Neither of us expected her question to be answered by Jake, who was standing six feet behind the couch.
Chapter Ten
Jake
This was every guy’s fantasy, right? Two beautiful women were making out in front me, oblivious to my arrival. It sure wasn’t what I expected to find when I came to pick up Annie, but I wasn’t going to complain.
They certainly weren’t the only ones turned on. I’d watched only for a moment, silently from the hallway.
My arrival had gone unnoticed, while they giggled over some joke. There was something irresistible about women laughing together. Men who didn’t reflexively smile at it were either misogynists or so insecure that they immediately thought they were the joke.
Either way, they were fucking stupid.
I was anything but stupid, even if my brain felt a little fried after a day on the phone with buyers and suppliers. I’d been up half the night before, on the phone to China to sort out some manufacturing shit there. Dom did all the power lifting in his retail empire, and let me just have a few passion projects.
But even passion took work.
So I was struck dumb when the women’s lips met.
When Evie unbuttoned Annie’s blouse.
When Annie’s silky hair fell out of her ponytail and over the side of the couch like a dark waterfall.
When Annie gasped, when Evie decided to take a nipple between her teeth.
It was that gasp that took my dick from a shocked semi to a full, rock-hard, urge-to-rut erection.
I felt sudden sympathy for ancient ancestors who didn’t know the science behind it all—only the overwhelming need to mate. That was how I felt right at that moment, like I could pull both women by their hair and compel them to their hands and knees.
I wanted to kneel behind them, spread them open, and fuck them until they were full of my seed. It was a primal instinct.
Evolutionary biology hadn’t evolved all that much, I guessed. You could take a guy out of the cave…
Annie lay back on the couch, propped up on her elbows, a flush spreading over her chest. All the best parts of her were rosy and swollen—her lips and nipples, which taunted me through the sheer lace of her crimson bra. I knew without a doubt that her pussy would be soaking wet.
Evie’s little cupid mouth fell open with a comical “Oh!” My memory flashed over the shape and feel of that mouth on my cock, which did nothing to help my painful arousal.
“Yeah, I’m turned on. Looks like you two are, as well. Must have lost my party invitation in the mail.”
Evie’s eyes narrowed as I dropped my leather jacket over the back of the couch. Annie’s gaze—which had yet to meet mine—went straight to my crotch as I adjusted myself in my dress pants. Then I unbuttoned the cuffs of my pale blue shirt, watching Annie carefully.
She’d admitted to me a few days before her weakness for “arm porn,” as my girlfriend called it. Her breath had yet to even out as I rolled my sleeves up, exposing my tattoos. I may have flexed my wrists a little, just to mess with her.
Wait, my what? Girlfriend? I frowned and shook my head. Shit, that’s not what I meant. My brain had gotten stuck on shuffle, in a playlist with only one song.
There were two girls here, and they were friends. That explained the brain fart.
Girl. Friend.
Evie winked at me, the little minx. “I was just telling Annie how sexy she is.”
“Looks like you were demonstrating.” I smirked at Evie’s nonchalant shrug. Little virginal Evie had come a long way. “Should I leave you two alone?”
I was only half-kidding. No red-blooded hetero man would willingly walk away from this scene.
Evie hummed thoughtfully. “I don’t know. Annie, what do you think?”
Annie made a strangled noise as she tried to become one with the couch. I moved closer, standing over her, wanting her to look at me.
Needing her to look at me.
Despite all
my primitive instincts to possess her, and all of Evie’s joking aside, Annie’s comfort meant… something to me. She was embarrassed; that much was obvious.
She was also—from the looks of it—into it. I had no problem with that, but I wasn’t sure if she understood that it was okay.
“Annie.” I moved around the side of the couch, where she was burrowed into the corner. Pushing back some of the silky hair falling around her face, I found her focused on my chin, color high in her cheeks.
Unable to resist, I dipped down and kissed her. Surprisingly, I didn’t taste Evie at all; I only tasted Annie.
When I pulled back and spoke again, my voice was rough. “Annie, look at me. Please.”
Her head turned to Evie first, like she was asking permission? Fuck that.
“Honey, look at me.” My voice was harder now.
She reluctantly met my gaze. Licked her lips. My pants tightened, but I kept my eyes on her. “It was the wine,” she said.
I shook my head. “No, it wasn’t.”
Evie moved off the couch and headed to the kitchen, giving us some privacy.
Annie straightened against the back of the couch, her fingers clumsily re-buttoning her blouse. “This isn’t like me.”
Her progress halted as I wrapped my hands around hers. “It can be. You can be anything you want, Annie. I won’t judge you.” I’d done too much crazy shit in my time to be looking down on anyone.
She tilted her head, looking confused.
“You want to hook up with Evie? I don’t mind.”
Her brown eyes widened, as round as the slightly almond shape of them would allow. “No! I mean, it just sort of hap—”
“Evie’s right, you know,” I interrupted, dropping into a squat. “You are sexy. You can blame the wine all you want, but maybe it’s just you. You and Evie are both incredible, sensual, responsive women.”
I looked up to see Evie eye me curiously as she put a couple of bottles of cold water on the coffee table. Annie cleared her throat, pulling my attention back to her.
“Both of us,” Annie echoed, narrowing her eyes at me.
“Of course, both of you. My god, I want you all the fucking time. Understand?”
Her gaze flickered over my shoulder to where Evie stood. “Yeah. I think so.” Her lips pressed together firmly, briefly. Then she exhaled, squeezing her eyes closed as though deep in thought.
Did she understand?
“So you don’t want to leave us alone together,” she said. Was that a question? “You want to stay.”
I rubbed at my forehead. “Sure, I want to stay a while. Unless you’re ready to go home now?”
Dammit, not home. Back to my place.
When she opened her eyes again, it was like she was looking right through me. Annie had left the building. I registered the strange blankness in her expression, but lost my train of thought as she pushed me aside in order to stand up.
Still in my increasingly uncomfortable squat, my head was at the level of her lower belly as she pushed her black pants down over her hips and kicked them off.
What was she doing?
“Uh, Annie…” Evie’s husky voice was uneven behind me.
“What?” Annie tilted her head, undoing her blouse again with robotic efficiency. “We’re sexy, remember? He wants us all the time.” She looked down at me, her hips shifting in her red thong. It was like a flag to a bull.
I mean, it was red.
“You want us all the time, right?” she repeated.
And there was a wet spot.
“Right?” Her blouse dropped to the floor behind her. A red bra followed. Goddamn, it matched her thong. My mouth watered when I smelled her arousal.
I nodded. “Right.” I looked up at her. Her gorgeous handfuls of tit bounced above me, her nipples tight. Standing up slowly, carefully, I took her hand and pressed it to my crotch. “Feel that? That’s what you do to me. All. The. Fucking. Time.”
Annie raised an eyebrow. The blush that stained her cheeks traveled over her neck and down her chest again, like a path for my tongue to follow.
So I followed it.
She gasped when I tasted her heated skin, like a hot pan hissing with moisture. Steaming. Scalding. I made my way with an open mouth all the way over her chin to her mouth—which I took with hungry intent.
I groaned as she pulled away.
“Sexy,” she said shakily, jerking her chin over her shoulder. “Right, Evie?”
A hum sounded in the distance. It could have been Evie. It could have been the fucking fridge, for all I cared. All I saw was Annie.
Keeping her gaze on me, dark and guarded, she bent over a little to loop her fingers in the waistband of her thong. “Evie’s sexy too, isn’t she?” she asked me.
What? “Yeah. Fuck, yeah.” Whatever.
I’d been fighting this primitive urge to plunge into her tight, hot pussy since I entered the room. With very little grace, I dragged her panties down her legs, admiring the glistening streak left on her inner thighs.
While I was down there, I nuzzled the little tuft of dark hair at the juncture of her legs. So sweet.
“Need you.” Her arousal clung to my tongue as I whispered. More. I needed more.
With a grunt, I buried my mouth in her, my hands clamping around her hips to steady her. My tongue curled inside her trembling core, savoring every drop of her desire. She jerked and twitched in my hold as I flattened my tongue and dragged it up her seam to the hard bud of her clit.
“Oh god, Jake!”
Her voice was an arrow, aimed straight at my cock.
“You want me to prove that you’re sexy? That I want you?” I panted, pressing my forehead into the warm curve of her mound of Venus. Annie moaned softly as I circled her entrance with my fingertips.
How much more evidence did she need? I was eating her out in Dom and Evie’s living room, for fuck’s sakes.
“I just need to know… ahhh…” She trailed off as I reached deeper.
‘Deeper’ was never a goal of mine, but Annie sucked me in—deeper into her body, deeper into her mind, deeper into her heart.
But the deeper I went, the darker it got. I was flying blind now, aroused beyond belief and losing track of our conversation. How had this even started? I was on my damn knees in front of her, and didn’t know what more she wanted.
“What, honey? What do you need to know?”
Her thumbs slid over my cheekbones, tilting my head back to look up at her flushed face. “Do you want both of us?”
Both of—what? Annie and Evie, together? My lips parted as I struggled to understand, struggled for control. I was already close to exploding like a fucking teenager, and now this… offer?
She watched me carefully. “Wouldn’t you like that, Jake? Wouldn’t you like to fuck both of us?”
One of her thumbs lowered to tease the corner of my mouth. Without any hesitation, I drew it inside and sucked it hard against the roof of my mouth. Her hips twitched in response.
I still had one hand between her legs, her pussy pulsing around my fingers. “I want to fuck you,” I told her. “I’m going to fuck you. In about ten seconds, I’m going to fold you over the goddamn couch and sink my dick into you.”
“What are you waiting for?” She lifted an eyebrow. A wet, popping noise sounded as she extricated herself and turned to the armrest.
And bent over.
“Uh, Jake?” Evie tried to get my attention. Yeah, good luck with that.
Annie’s slim body was stretched over the side of the couch, her lower lips shiny with moisture and the shadow of her back entrance winking at me. She stretched further, the crease of her ass widening with the movement.
“Jacob Stone!” Evie’s voice was sterner, now.
“Ten seconds is up,” Annie said, her face pink as she looked back at me. Gooseflesh rose on her pale backside.
Holy mother of fucking god. If I had thought Annie was a walking contradiction before, now she had me turned around and u
pside down.
In fact, those were two positions that I wouldn’t mind trying with her.
Her face darkened as she taunted me. “Do it, Jake. Aren’t you going to—agh! Shit!”
It took only a few seconds for me to undo my pants and free myself, and then I was deep inside her.
A primitive kind of roar burst from my chest as I drove home into that hot, sucking haven, my hips smacking the curve of her ass.
“Yeah! You wanted it? Now take it. Take my cock. I fucking burn for you, Annie, and I don’t know what—other—proof—you—need!
I rocked against her, pushing her further over the side of the couch until she lost her balance.
“Oh dear god.”
In the back of my mind, I recognized that faint, stunned voice as Evie’s. In the front of my body, however, Annie’s skin had begun blooming with marks left by my fingers and lips.
I dropped my head back briefly, dazed by the animal instincts driving me. My dick throbbed and my balls tightened—no! I didn’t want to come this fast.
I wanted to claw at her hips until bruises appeared.
I wanted to fill her to overflowing, until my cum dripped out of her—then spray her ass with my seed one more time to brand her skin as well as her soul.
If I could have crawled inside her at that moment, I would have. I’d never felt that kind of need to possess someone before.
She howled beneath me, the muscles in her back flexing as she took the reaming I gave her. If she’d wanted to push back, she’d lost all her leverage when her arms buckled underneath her. Her hands stretched above her head, scrabbling at the fabric of the sofa. I was so deep in her, pressing her so hard into the armrest, that I couldn’t even get my fingers around to her clit.
“Is this the kind of proof you want?” I growled, admiring the way her pink flesh stretched around my dick as I thrust and withdrew. Mostly I thrust.
“Ungh!”
This… this ‘demonstration’ that she was sexy? That I wanted her? It was total bullshit, in a way. Her needs were secondary to mine at that moment. I’d devolved into a crude manifestation of sexual need.