What Caroline Wants

by Amanda Abbott

  He just hoped there wouldn’t be hell to pay when they were done.

  18

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  Caroline found her throbbing, inflamed clit, and as the tip of her index finger made contact, she called out. Her guilt about being so blatant in front of strangers was muted by the fact the couple in front of them were obviously in their own sexual world. They were uncaring of anything she and Jace did.

  Her brain was definitely fuzzy, filled with extreme lust, but she wasn’t out of it enough to stop questioning her conscience. She told herself it was unnecessary to be concerned about what the Slaters thought.

  Right? Right?

  She didn’t know anymore.

  As her fingers circled her core again, she arched her pelvis into her own hand, glancing over at her husband. His eyes were locked on her, hooded with a need like she’d never seen—not even when they’d been in the car.

  She wanted his hands on her, his cock inside her.

  But that little shred of dignity—the Southern one with all its rules attached—hung on with a death grip. “We can’t, Jace,” she groaned. “If you touch me, it’s all over. We can’t do this here. You promised you wouldn’t.”

  “I’m having a hard time controlling my brain, Care. This is beyond hot,” he whispered. “We had no idea it would be like this, and we would be so uncontrollably excited. And right now we have the opportunity to have really great sex—possibly more than once. And, frankly, I’m not opposed to taking it.”

  Caroline’s eyes slid to Emma and Pete.

  She was grateful Jace had kept his voice low. With the music in the background, she was fairly certain the Slaters couldn’t hear their discussion. Emma was currently getting finger-fucked while Pete sucked on her nipple like his life depended on it. Emma’s hips were undulating like she was riding a life raft in heavy waves. How in the hell did she do that? It was the most erotic thing Caroline had ever witnessed, in porn or otherwise. “Care, talk to me. I’ll do whatever you want, just give me the word.”

  She shook her head, trying to clear it. “I’m not sure. I can’t think straight anymore, but I don’t think I can—”

  “I’m coming!” Emma yelled. “I’m coming! And it feels so fucking good.” Emma’s voice was harsh and primal.

  Caroline watched as Emma came against Pete’s hand as he continued to suck her nipple. Emma’s ass was a foot high off the platform, spasming hard. Without so much as a pause, Pete unlatched from Emma’s wet nipple, positioned himself against her raised hips, and entered her hard and fast.

  He drove home, pumping as he arranged her slim legs over his shoulders. She arched to meet him, seating herself on his cock, which was impressive since he was so big.

  Emma came again instantly, calling his name as she bucked against him.

  The orgasm was abundantly clear, and was incredible.

  In porn, it was lucky—and probably not for real—if you caught a glimpse of one of the female actors having an orgasm. You wanted to believe they were, but there was always a lingering skepticism.

  This was totally real.

  Emma’s hips rolled, her stomach clenched, her voice cracked as her breath quickened and then calmed, settling into small pants. There was no way she could fake it like that. If she was faking, she deserved an Oscar.

  “You like it hard, don’t you?” Pete murmured to Emma loud enough for them to hear as he gripped her ass with both hands and pounded into her. Emma tossed her head partially back over the platform, her breasts rocking in tandem to his thrusts.

  Pete was fucking her with all he had.

  Caroline stopped breathing as he let go of Emma’s ass, and watched her lock her legs around his waist. Pete licked his fingers. Then he reached down and grasped each of her nipples and twisted.

  “Oh my God,” Caroline moaned, using her other hand to stroke her own aching nipple while the other one stroked her core. She was going to come.

  There was no doubt about it.

  In front of her, the platform Emma and Pete were on began to move. “You love the way I fuck you, don’t you?” Pete growled to Emma.

  “Yes,” she panted. “I want to come again. Do it harder.” Pete obliged as Emma uncurled one leg. Pete grabbed on to it at the ankle and spread it outward, giving them a perfect view of his cock sliding in and out of her wetness.

  Suddenly, Caroline was being moved.

  Her husband, it seemed, had had enough.

  Jace settled her right between his legs, easing her back against his giant erection, each of his hands going into the front of her robe while he slowly thrust his hard cock against her back. “I’m going to try and be as discreet as I can,” Jace said between clenched teeth, “but I have to touch you. I can’t stand it. Watching Emma come each time has done me in.”

  All Caroline could do was nod her head.

  Was it possible to be drunk on passion? She was thinking the answer was yes.

  Emma was completely right. It was a drug, and the high of watching this couple have sex was like flying-in-the-clouds high. It was doing things to her body Caroline had never imagined could happen.

  She was on fire, tingling from her toes to her hair.

  “More, Pete,” Emma gasped. “I need it harder.”

  Pete withdrew his cock slowly, panting. “Turn around and get on your knees.”

  Caroline tried not to gasp as Emma did as she was commanded. Jace’s hands continued their magic on her nipples, as Caroline’s own fingers kept up their steady pace.

  The platform stopped moving, and the view was perfect.

  Pete spread Emma’s thighs apart while he teased his cock against her slit from behind. She responded by bending down to her shoulders, so her chin was almost touching the platform. From this angle, they could see Pete enter her.

  Caroline held her breath as Pete continued slowly until she was mewing with need. Caroline’s own fingers had sped up unconsciously, awaiting the moment of penetration. Jace’s hands had done the same. Now her husband was kneading, rocking, and plucking at her nipples with his fingers. Coupled with what she was doing to herself, the stimulation was over-the-top.

  She tried not to groan too loud as Pete grabbed on to his wife’s hips and pulled her toward his waiting dick. She took him deep, the slap of their bodies meeting reverberated around the room.

  Pete tipped his head back and cried out. Then he began to pump into her, holding on to her hips. “Like this? Do you like it like this?” he called to Emma.

  “Oh, yes,” she moaned as she began to rock her ass and meet him thrust for thrust.

  When Pete leaned over and cupped Emma’s breasts while still ramming himself home, Caroline was ready to come.

  Jace made a growling sound behind her and started to rub his cock even harder against her back. “Care, this is nuts. I want you so bad. Please.”

  She wanted him just as much—if not more. Her brain still felt fuzzy. What would it hurt? “Jace, I want—”

  Emma began to yell as she came again. This time they were screams of ecstasy. In one motion, Jace moved Caroline to the side, stood up, and dropped his robe. His erection visibly throbbed in front of her, and he was slick from sweat. “Kneel down, I need you now.”

  She wanted to argue, knew she should argue, but her husband was so hot and so needy, and she was so horny. If she didn’t get a release, she thought she might go insane from need.

  She hesitated for only a single moment.

  Then she opened her robe and scrambled to her knees, lifting her ass just as Emma had done, and said one word. “Yes.”

  Jace entered her as Emma yelled in the background, coming again.

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  Jace was blinded by his lust. He’d never known this kind of need before. It was like he was not fully in control of his body. In this very moment, he might have done anything, including fuck Emma if she set her creamy, wet pussy in front of him.

  This wasn’t about love, or car
ing, or feelings.

  It was about sex.

  It was animalistic and aggressive.

  He knew the biggest orgasm he’d ever had was right in front of him, and as he watched his beautiful wife drop her robe, he looked forward to it like he never had in his life.

  He was inside his wife in the next moment, pumping hard. He heard Emma come again and gritted his teeth. He wanted Caroline to come before he did.

  As Jace fucked Caroline from behind, Pete repositioned himself on the platform so he was sitting, and Emma stood over him, ready to straddle him, rubbing her clit.

  Both their gazes were focused on Jace and Caroline.

  Jace reached over his hot wife, keeping eye contact with Emma, and began to touch Caroline, one finger circling her pussy and one fondling her nipple. Caroline had her head up, watching the Slaters just like he was. Emma stepped over Pete and eased down, settling herself on Pete’s cock, reverse cowgirl.

  Both women cried out at the same time, and Jace almost shot his load right there.

  “Please, Jace,” Caroline panted. “I can’t stand it anymore. If we’re going to do this, do it.”

  He plunged into her tightness right as Emma began to ride Pete hard. Jace took hold of Caroline’s hips and rammed into her again and again, groaning in pleasure, feeling wicked and hornier than he ever had. While he was driving into his wife, he watched Emma’s pink tits bounce up and down and imagined sucking them as he fucked his wife.

  He felt no shame, only pleasure.

  He knew he wasn’t going to touch Emma—he didn’t really want Emma.

  But he did want to experience everything he could, and imagining how Emma’s rosy nipples would taste was high on the list right now.

  “Yes, yes,” Caroline chanted. “More, more.”

  Caroline’s beautiful ass was moving on its own, milking his dick. She watched Emma and Pete, panting and moaning. His wife was in the exact same amped-up state he was in, and they were both about to come hard.

  Jace seized Caroline’s calves and leaned back, arching his hips to hit Caroline where he knew she wanted it most.

  “That feels so fucking—” Caroline sputtered.

  Before she could finish, Emma started to cry out as she came again.

  Jace glanced up to see her gyrating on Pete’s cock like she was doing a belly-dance routine on his dick. Jesus, that woman could move. Pete had her tits cupped from behind as she orgasmed, her head tipped back in abandon, her stomach clenching and flowing as the sensations rippled through her.

  “Care, I’m not going to last long,” Jace managed.

  “I’m right with you,” Caroline groaned.

  He continued to ride his wife, but at this rate, he was going to come before she did. “Should we switch positions?” he asked her through gritted teeth. “Care, talk to me. Are you close?”

  “I’m close,” she moaned.

  Jace knew she was turned on, but she should’ve come by now.

  “Maybe I can help?” Pete asked. Jace’s head whipped up. “I don’t want to intrude, but you guys are incredibly hot, and this would absolutely make my night.”

  Pete stood in front of the platform, resting his hips against it, his hand on his wet cock, stroking it, watching them.

  The sight should’ve deflated Jace’s libido, but instead he pumped harder into his wife knowing that Caroline would get off on Pete standing there. It made him oddly anticipatory. “That’s not my call,” he told Pete. Emma lay on the platform right behind her husband, fondling her tits. “Everything is up to Caroline.”

  “Yes…yes,” Caroline stammered.

  Pete moved slowly, holding his cock, massaging it long and slow. Caroline trembled beneath Jace’s thrusts, groaning.

  “I know where you’re at,” Pete told her. “It’s hard at first, in front of others. You’re so turned on, but it’s completely overwhelming. But I can help you if you let me.”

  Caroline didn’t make a sound, but Jace saw her head nod, up and down, once.

  Jace almost came right there. It took everything he had to slow down.

  Pete glanced up at Jace. “Lean over and touch your wife’s clit while you fuck her,” he told him. “And while you do that, I’m just going to sit in front right here.” He eased himself to the ground next to the couch, near Caroline’s head, stroking his cock. “I hope you don’t mind if I talk a little dirty,” he said to both of them. “You guys are the hottest couple we’ve seen in a long time. Emma’s already had five orgasms because of that, but I’m looking forward to mine. I want to hold out as long as possible.”

  Jace nodded, thrusting slowly into Caroline’s tight sheath. He let go of Caroline’s legs and bent over her, bringing a hand to her front as Pete had asked.

  The moment his finger touched her, she bucked underneath him.

  “Yes, please,” Caroline moaned.

  “Keep doing that while I watch her beautiful breasts,” Pete instructed, his voice barely above a whisper. “Caroline, when you come, I’m going to come. Do you understand me? I’m going to watch you reach your climax, and then I’m going to luxuriate in your orgasm while I come. Can you see how hard I am?”

  Jace watched Caroline nod and groaned.

  “Tell me when you’re close,” Pete told Caroline, “because when you are, I’m going to reach over and touch your breasts, just like I did for Emma. Are you okay with that? If you’re not, I won’t touch you. You let me know.”

  Pete was talking to his wife like she was a scared colt. Pete had to know that Caroline was going to feel guilty about doing this, and he was trying his best to ease her mind.

  Caroline said nothing.

  Pete glanced up at Jace and said, “Fuck her like your life depends on it.”

  At his words, adrenaline rushed through Jace’s system, and he began to buck against his wife, teasing her clit at the same time. “Care, I’m going to come hard. You’re so hot and tight. Goddamn it, I love fucking you,” he told her.

  “Oh…oh, I’m almost there,” Caroline cried.

  “I’m not touching you unless you ask me to,” Pete said, feverishly pumping his own cock.

  Jace rammed his dick in, slapping against Caroline’s ass twice more before she broke. “Touch me!” she cried. “Please. I need you to touch me!”

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  Caroline watched Pete lick both his fingers. As he leaned forward, his cock was only inches from her, and she moaned. The sensation of having her husband behind her and the anticipation of being touched by another man was going to be her undoing. Her head spun, but she wanted the pleasure—needed the pleasure.

  She was lost to it.

  The moment Pete’s fingers touched her nipples, the cold wetness was like a circuit wired right to her center. She yelled, coming hard. She arched back into Jace, screaming his name, her ass kneading against his pelvis. Her spasms triggered Jace immediately, and he rocked into her hard, grabbing on to her hips and nailing her to him as he came.

  Pete let go of her, his hands back on his cock. He sat in front of her, groaning as come shot out in front of him in a wide arc. Caroline orgasmed again as she watched Pete, her body clenching tightly.

  She moaned, but what she really wanted to do was scream.

  These were the best orgasms she’d ever had.

  Her brain was firing from everywhere, adding to the intense pleasure. She bent her head, closing her eyes. Her body was liquid fire.

  Jace let go of her hips after a moment and eased out. He helped her ease down so her legs didn’t give out.

  They were both shaking.

  “Are you okay, Care?” Jace asked, moving around to sit next to her as Pete threw him a towel.

  Her husband’s voice was soothing. But so many feelings crashed down around her as her head began to clear and the pleasure began to fade.

  What had they done?

  She couldn’t raise her head to meet her husband’s eyes.
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br />   I just let another man touch me intimately. Did that really happen?

  She wanted to vanish.

  Disappear like she didn’t exist. Pretend this was a very bad dream—just one of her naughty daydreams, nothing more. She cupped her hand over her mouth and tried to stifle a sob that was quickly making its way up her throat as her head began to get dizzy.

  “Caroline.” Jace rubbed her back. “Talk to me. I know that was crazy, and we said we weren’t going to go that far, but it was so good—”

  Bile rose in her throat, and she choked it back down as she sprang off the ground, dodging his grasp, racing toward the bathroom. She fumbled with the stupid velvet. But once she was in, she slammed the door shut and locked it as fast as she could.

  She couldn’t think straight.

  Her head spun like she was drunk, even though she knew she wasn’t. She rested her back against the door, panting, trying not to let the tears come, because once they began to flow, there was no way she’d be able to stem them.

  Jace was there immediately, pounding on the door. “Caroline! Let me in! I’m so, so sorry. We let it go too far even though I promised you we wouldn’t. It will never happen again. I swear! Care, please open the door. Let me in so we can talk about this.” His voice broke at the end.

  She didn’t answer him. Instead, she moved away, trying to figure out what to do next. Her hands found her hair and she pulled, but she couldn’t gather any tangible thoughts together, her brain was swirling too fast. A deep feeling of panic had settled in the middle of her chest.

  She had counted on her husband. He was her rock!

  Frantically, she glanced around, spotting the Jacuzzi full of water.

  She felt so unbelievably dirty and soiled. She had to clean herself off. She rushed over and lowered herself in. It was burning hot, which was a gift, and she dipped her head below the surface, blocking out Jace’s frantic yells and knocks.

  Without warning, her mind instantly began to replay what had just happened, over and over again. She had no way to stop it. She’d been mesmerized by Emma and Pete fucking. She loved watching them. When Emma orgasmed the first time, Caroline almost came herself. The entire time the Slaters had been connected, Pete’s cock in Emma’s pussy, Caroline had imagined what it would feel like—yearned for what it would feel like to have Pete’s mouth on her breasts as Jace drove his cock into her. And, even though she kept fighting it in her mind, her body hadn’t cooperated.