“Are we due out somewhere?” he asked.
“Uh-uh. I just thought I’d make a bit of effort, seeing as we’re suddenly entertaining.” She reached into the container and scooped out the kitten. “Oh, she’s cute.” Maybe they could keep the kitten and send Kit to Iris’s. Ross’s secretary would probably appreciate a nice bit of man flesh to twirl her around the living room.
“She came in from one of the rescue centres, wound up in fishing twine. Some evil bastard had left her hanging from a tree in a plastic bag,” said Ross about the cat.
“That’s sick.” Evie snuggled the kitten against her breast, then set it down on the floor.
“Yup.” Ross picked up her discarded bag of Kettle Chips and helped himself to a handful. “So, where is he?”
“Who?”
“Kit, you dope. What have done with him? You’ve not banished him to the coal shed already, have you? He’s my oldest mate.”
“I think he’s gone to the pub. He said he had lots of people to see.”
“Yeah…suppose,” Ross replied, an unfamiliar hint of disappointment in his voice. He swivelled on the spot, then seeing her, his face brightened, and a wolfish smile tweaked his lips. “Actually, that’s a good thing,” He drew out the last few syllables so that they rumbled in his throat. “Because there’s a few things we need to address, right?”
“Right,” Evie hesitantly agreed. There didn’t seem any point in going over Kit’s impromptu tenancy. The guy had already moved in.
“Like,” Ross continued and he hooked a hand around her waist and pulled her into his arms, “what exactly I’m going to do with you in that dress.”
“Ross.” She raised a warning hand, but he brushed it aside.
“Come on. You know I’ve always liked this dress with its itty bitty straps and its scooped neckline.” He traced one index finger over the top of her breasts as he pulled her tighter against his body. Slowly, he traced the top edge of her bra across to one of the straps, which he lowered off her shoulder.
“Ross!”
Grinning, he did the same to the other strap.
“Wouldn’t you like something to eat first?”
“Just you.” His lips brushed hers, lightly, flirtatiously, never quite delivering on the promised kiss, so that she soon craved the contact. Meanwhile, his palms skimmed over her ample bottom, then crept down towards the hemline of her dress. “I swear you’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever met. And I want you.” He bent his head and sucked the side of her neck, an act that always made her knees wobble.
Evie laughed, even as excitement zinged through her midriff, but the sensation of his lips upon her neck soon seduced her to his will. She felt the edge of his teeth, and the roar of her pulse echoed in her ears. He didn’t bite, just sucked, but that alone was enough to set her squirming, even before his hand made contact with the bare expanse of her thigh. Two fingers traced the edge of her knickers. She squirmed against him, still not sure if she was encouraging him or suggesting he should wait.
“The body’s willing, but…what’s up?” He teased one finger beneath the lace and then slid his finger upwards to rub her clit.
Evie’s breath caught. Her body softened, warmed. Two minutes with him and she was already slick with need and eager for him. It was always that way. Sometimes he didn’t even need to touch her. He just had to look at her in the right way, raise his eyebrow slightly and fix his hot blue gaze on her.
“What if he comes back?” she gasped, already rolling her hips and forgetting Kit.
“Evie, he won’t be back for hours.”
“I don’t know, Ross,” she whispered against his shoulder, teasing him now. “Maybe upstairs would be best.”
“Right here, right now.” He kissed her lips, and stroked her clit a little more firmly. “I’m hard for you, baby.” He placed her hand over his groin, and sure enough, the long length of him filled her hand. Ross moaned deep in his throat at the contact and stiffened a fraction more. “It’s got to be now, Evie. Not upstairs. I want you here, on my lap, on the sofa.” He edged backwards into a seated position and tugged her astride his knee, so that their bodies pressed up close. Through the layers of clothing she could feel him, hot and swollen, his cock begging for freedom with fractious little jerks.
The spectre of Kit loomed in her subconscious again and shot apprehensive prickles down her spine. She shrugged away the feeling. Kit would be in the pub for hours. The house was theirs. They could rub up against one another, cuddle and fuck wherever they liked until the clock struck midnight, when their houseguest would no doubt stumble in merry and bleary eyed. A time frame of five hours didn’t seem so bad. Evie rocked a little harder against Ross’s loins, rubbing her pussy lips up and down the length of his cocooned shaft. For too long sex had been performed behind a locked bedroom door to a death metal soundtrack for fear of being overheard. Now, they could talk dirty, or run about the house leaving behind a trail of clothing if the mood struck. They could make out in the bathroom, the pantry, on the sofa or the floor.
The lacy scrap of her knickers pulled taut against her needy clit as Ross tugged her closer still. They were moulded together, chest and loins pressed tight.
“You’re such a tease.” Ross nipped her earlobe. “Are you going to get me undressed or just bounce on my lap?”
She liked the way he sounded, all needy and hoarse. His cock gave another joyful little jump, almost as if greeting her before it filled her. She could picture the exact moment of their joining. Shivers raced across her body, so her breasts grew heavy and her nipples steepled.
“A tease?” Maybe she was. Of course, he liked it when she teased. She shuffled back off his lap and knelt on the floor. “You’re right. We do need to get these undone.” Her fingers worked at his fly and then his underwear. His cock rose, stiff and eager, from within the folds of fabric, and twitched against his stomach in response to each trace of her fingertips. Evie slowly circled the tip as she simultaneously licked her lips. Ross’s resulting groan sent a ripple of excitement straight to her cunt. She withdrew the touch and rose to her feet, then let the image of him sitting rampant and exposed, burn into her memory. He looked fantastic—jacket and trousers open, his tie askew and just that single column of proudly rearing flesh exposed.
“Do it,” she demanded, knowing that he’d understand. After three years together, Ross knew exactly how much she liked to watch him touch himself.
The skirt of her dress was already rucked up around her hips. Evie hitched it a little higher, and pulled the top a little lower, exposing the lacy cups of her bra. At the same time that Ross curled his fist around his shaft, she worked two fingers into the front of her knickers. Watching him stroke his cock always made her wet. It was something about the way his big palm wrapped so snugly around the shaft, and how he tugged far more forcefully than she ever dared. She loved the way he squeezed but never really touched the sensitive head except with the centre of his palm.
Sometimes she liked to just stand back and look at him, gaze at him as though he were an ornament not a living being. Other times, she’d admire him for what he was—a rampant male. Clothed and yet obscene.
Evie rubbed her clit a little faster, feeling her pulse begin to flutter as arousal knotted within her womb like belly ache. She swept her gaze to Ross’s face; his eyes were closed, and concentration lined his brow. He kept telling her how much he liked the way her body moved when she touched herself, but always after a minute or two, his eyes closed, as if the visual stimulus combined with the smooth massage of his cock was too much to take at once.
His jaw went slack. “Evie,” he sighed. His eyelids fluttered open and closed, out of sync with the demanding roll of his hips. “Don’t make me come like this. I want to be in you.”
“I don’t know,” she teased and bit her fingertip, holding her index finger between her teeth for a moment. “You did spoil things by inviting your mate to stay.”
Ross’s eyes flickered open and this time st
ayed wide. His gaze pinned her. “Kit won’t spoil things. He won’t spoil anything.” She read a heartfelt promise in his gaze, and a sudden lightness lifted her up. “Please, Evie.”
She held back a moment longer, just long enough to make him sweat. Ross troubled his plump upper lip with his teeth.
“Say please again.” She straddled his lap.
“Please. Pretty please, and I’ll let you keep the cat.”
The cat! Evie laughed; she looked around and found the little kitten curled up on the window ledge above the radiator. “You know I think I might just have something for you.” She held herself over him, until she was poised right over his cock, then shoved her knickers aside and sank down slowly.
Ross nuzzled against her breasts as she slid around him, taking him fully. He lifted her bra and let her breasts fall, heavy into his waiting palms. Thumbs and fingertips troubled the already peaked nipples, only to be replaced by the wet heat of his mouth.
“Yes,” she hissed. Her nerves fizzled with the energy of joining. All her muscles pulled tight, then relaxed, letting him sink deep. She loved being on top like this, knowing she held the control. She loved the way his body worked in this position and when they fucked standing upright. The way his muscles pulled tight with each thrust, and he rose up, fighting gravity to make their bodies meet with a ferocious slap.
Evie clawed at Ross’s shoulders. She thrust a hand between them and rubbed her clit. It was so sensitive, just petting it a little sent showers of fiery sparks streaking across her body. Ross clasped her bottom, his grip tightening and relaxing. He traced circles over the plump flesh, his fingers feathering into the channel between her cheeks.
“Ross,” she squeaked when he circled her anus with a wetted fingertip. Shocked and excited, she moaned into his shoulder and rode him faster, already starting to climb. He met her increased pace and lifted them both off the seat with each thrust.
“Noooo-ooo!” she squealed, blinded by the sensation. Her groans grew louder and less coherent as his delicate tease continued to trouble her arse. It was enough to tip her over. Evie threw her head back, shoved her breasts in his face and came hard.
Ross held her and kept working his hips even as she sobbed into his shoulder. Just the tip of his little finger teasing her arse had lit up all the nerve-endings there so that her orgasm pulsed and pulsed. So many times he’d teased her. Told her he was going to fuck her there. Stick his nice hard cock into her voluptuous arse. The mere suggestion of it was enough to set her writhing.
Only who was he really tormenting—himself or her?
He got hard just imagining pressing his cock to her dark hole. Except, at this moment it wasn’t his cock that he was imagining filling her. No, in fantasyland he was right where he was, deep in her cunt, feeling the crazy flutter of her muscles squeezing his shaft.
Kit stood in the kitchen doorway, his eyes as black as tar, only a million times more luminous. His black hair fell in a jumbled shadow over his face, partially concealing his expression, but when Ross looked into his eyes, he saw the shape of things to come, and things as they’d once been. For a split second, he wondered if he’d been wrong to invite Kit to stay. Not that he’d ever been able to say no to him. As teenagers they’d done a hell of a lot of fucked up stuff, experimenting, pushing boundaries. He’d never managed to turn his back on Kit.
Kit had been there the first time he’d lain with a girl. Sharon, her name was. Older than him, already self-assured at the grand age of twenty-three. It hadn’t been pretty, just seedy really, looking back. Sandwiched together out the back of some nightclub, wedged between a drainpipe and a car exhaust. He’d felt like shit afterwards, but he’d stuck around, watched while Kit had her too.
Their gazes locked across the space of the living room.
Evie lay sated and lethargic in his arms, her head nuzzled into the crook of his neck, still crooning to herself.
“Come,” Kit whispered.
One word, not even firmly spoken and his body leapt to do Kit’s bidding, just as it had always done.
Breath ragged, Ross hid his face in Evie’s shoulder as his balls gave up their load.
Chapter Two
“Kit!”
Ross’s gasp tore through the contented peace of Evie’s afterglow. The rhythm of Ross’s motion changed, and she sensed a momentary lull in his attention before everything coalesced again and drove him over the edge.
Kit. He’d seen Kit. Had given her a warning, even as every nerve in his body had fused and fired as one.
Apprehensive flutters beat inside Evie’s chest. She hardly dared look. Her fingers still curled around Ross’s shoulders and hair, while his hands still supported her bottom. She didn’t want to see Kit standing there, but was powerless to resist the truth.
Slowly, she turned her head.
Lean and rangy, Kit stood in the kitchen doorway, his firm butt resting against the doorframe, while his long legs stretched out before him. A steaming cup lay clasped within his palm.
He hadn’t just arrived. He’d probably seen it all… Ross fingering her anus, her frigging her clit as their bodies slapped together. Evie’s grip tightened around the short spikes of Ross’s hair, provoking a whimper from him. Gut level anger brewed inside her, dashing icy water on the residual flames of her arousal. If Kit thought he had the right to intrude on them like that, he had another thing coming. There was no room for a Peeping Tom in her house.
“What are you doing back?” she growled, allowing her anger to swallow whole her embarrassment. How dare he stand there so calm, without a trace of discomfiture about him, while inside she was mortified?
Kit swept his long fringe from his eyes and took a sip of his drink, as if standing watching people fuck were as commonplace as watching the telly. “I saw Ross’s car pull up, and figured we had plenty of catching up to do without me propping up the bar for the night. ’Course—once I got here I realized you were kind of busy.” He lifted the mug in a sort of salute, as if him making a cupper somehow detracted from the intrusion. “I’ll just slip past if you’re not done. We can always talk later.” He nodded at Ross, who, to her astonishment, simply nodded back.
Kit slid across the living room and disappeared into the hall. The moment she heard his footsteps on the stairs, Evie scooted off Ross’s lap and pulled her dress straight. “How long had he been there?” she demanded.
Ross sheepishly shook his head. His cock lay flaccid now, nestled against his thigh, still shiny with her dew. Normally, sex wouldn’t have ended here. She’d have taken him gently in her mouth, got herself all worked up on the combined taste of their bodies, and sucked him until he stood proud again. They’d have rolled upon the floor together, or chased upstairs for a joint shower.
“How long, Ross?”
“I’m not sure. Maybe a minute or two, my attention was kind of elsewhere.”
“Damnit!” she cut him off. It hadn’t been only a minute or two, not if Kit had come straight back when he’d seen the car pull up, and he’d had time to make a brew. More than likely, he’d seen the lot. Absolutely everything. Evie didn’t consider herself a prude, but sex was something couples did in private. Exhibitionism held no appeal. She hated performing. It’s why she had the equivalent of a desk job where she worked, rather than one of the more showy roles.
Her cheeks blazed as she sought reassurance in Ross’s face. There was none to be found. All he gave her was a wry smile and a shrug. That was it. It was over, done with, nothing to fret about in Ross’s world. He wouldn’t have sought out an audience, but it was no big deal to him that there’d turned out to be one.
“Let it go,” he said, stretching his hand out towards her to pull her back onto his lap. “It’s no big deal. What’s the big fuss, Evie? We’re a couple in our own home.”
“He stood and watched is the problem. I’m not having him spy on us like that.” She neatly sidestepped to avoid Ross’s grasp.
“What, so you’d rather he’d coughed or somethi
ng so we could run up to the bedroom and cower?”
“I’d rather he wasn’t here in the first place.” She stomped towards the stairs.
“Evie, where are you going?” Ross followed her a few steps.
“We need rules. I’m going to spell them out. It’s my home and I’d like to be treated with respect.”
Ross clasped the doorframe. He stayed just over the threshold and watched her mount the stairs. “Okay. Whatever. Go and say your piece.”
The guest room door was closed. Evie knocked and walked straight into a pit of darkness. Boxes of unpacked knickknacks lay stacked just inside the entrance, draped with an old Guns N’ Roses wall hanging. A pile of coat hangers clacked and scattered as she marched past, the light from the corridor illuminating the way to a neat stack of five unfamiliar suitcases.
“Let’s get things straight, mister,” she began before she’d even spotted him. “There are rules to adhere to if you’re going to stay here. I don’t like being spied on. If you come across us doing anything, anything at all, you take a hike right out of the door. You don’t get comfy and watch.”
“I’m on the bed,” he said. The lamp flicked on as she turned towards what seconds ago had been the darkest portion of the room. “You know you shouldn’t feel bad about being seen. You look damn good together.”
“I—” she began, then stopped. Mouth agape, she stared at him. Kit lay stretched upon his back on the narrow guest bed, his upper body supported by a pile of pillows. The neck of his shirt was undone, as was a section over his stomach, while his leather trousers were pushed down around his thighs. Her gaze fastened upon the tantalizing glimpses of cream-colored skin, and his left hand wrapped around his cock, the skin of which was a good few shades darker.
“Oh my god! I’m sorry,” she blurted automatically as she clasped her hand to her mouth.
“Don’t be.”
She took a hasty step back. He’d seen her and Ross and then he’d come up here and was… She couldn’t even say it in her head, even though the sight of him spread before her like a banquet made everything totally apparent. He’d seen her, and now he was doing that.
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