“Emmy,” Alex moaned, dropping her head back. “Jesus, girl...”
“But God, you know what I really want to do?” I asked.
Will shivered. “What?”
“I want to fuck her,” I panted, nibbling his mouth. “I want to drive her wild, rubbing our pussies together like animals, and screwing her until I sweat, because he needs to remember all that he’ll be missing when he’s sitting like a king at his dining room table someday. Alone and dreaming about his naked little Viking straddling him in his chair and fucking her man, because while he controls all, she controls him.”
Alex cried out, wrapping her arms around Aydin’s neck as she shuddered and came. Her head fell back, spray and steam caressing her face, and he held her head, his lips hovering over hers.
Aydin’s eyes glistened, and he moved over her lips, looking like he was going to kiss her and struggling to hold himself back.
I bobbed up and down on Will, crashing my mouth down on his, unashamed and unconcerned for the first fifteen minutes of my entire life. I didn’t care what else happened or how he might hold anything against me. I felt good and brave and high.
I rolled my hips, grinding and chasing the orgasm, and then finally… I cried out, shaking and coming, my thighs tightening and my belly consumed in a wave of tingles and shocks. I moaned, holding on for dear life as the burn in my back started to register from him rubbing my spine against the wall so hard.
But he wasn’t done, and I wasn’t telling him to stop.
“Say his name,” I heard Aydin tell her.
I breathed hard, heat coursing down every inch of my body.
“Say his name,” he told her again.
I looked over, seeing him still rubbing her and trying to make her come again.
“Please,” he begged.
“Will?” she breathed out, looking confused and still dreamy from her orgasm.
“Again.”
“Will,” she said.
I froze, feeling Will slow as well.
“Again,” he told her. “Again.”
What? His muscles flexed, and I watched him, the same pain etched across his forehead.
She stared up at him, searching his eyes. “Will,” she whispered.
“Moan it,” he growled at her, fingering her.
She closed her eyes, gasping from breath as she started to come again. Will stopped, both of us watching them.
What was Aydin doing? It felt different when I was fantasizing about her, because I wanted him to see her through my eyes, but what did he think he was doing, turning the tables? It wasn’t the same.
“Can’t remember my name, just say his,” he taunted, picking up his pace. “Dive deep into your head where I don’t matter, because you’ve already done it a hundred times, and I was always watching you come, you slut.”
She started sobbing dry tears, and he leaned in, moving rougher over her pussy. “Come on, moan for him. His dick feels so good.”
Will softened inside me, and I dropped to my feet, suddenly cold.
“You didn’t just fuck him,” Aydin told her. “You were close. He feels for you.”
I let my eyes fall, and Will tried lifting my chin, but I jerked away.
“Emmy,” he said.