“Give me that.” She snatches the remote from him and starts scrolling the selections.
While it’s apparent from his sly look that Tegan was joking with the recommendation, I’m not totally opposed to it. I mean, come on. It’s Christian Grey. When is there ever a time that watching Jamie Dornan isn’t a good idea? I keep that thought to myself.
In the end, we settle on a classic: Ghost, one of my all-time favorite movies. The lights are dimmed, leaving just a soft glow in the room, and we all get comfortable. Nathan has his legs propped up on the table in front of us, ankles crossed. Grabbing my legs, he removes my shoes, drops them to the floor, and places them across his lap so I’m forced to lean against the arm of the love seat. I’m okay with this because it’s comfortable and he’s currently rubbing my feet.
After several minutes, his hand moves to my calf, where he starts working the muscles. A tingle of awareness makes its way up my legs until it hits the center between them. I try my best to ignore the feeling and keep my eyes pinned on the TV.
Even though his hand is still below my knee, his touch is tormenting me through the material of my leggings. My body is turning into a needy mess, and it’s all his fault. When he lightly caresses just behind my knee, a spot that’s extra sensitive, a soft moan slips out before I can stop it. My eyes immediately swing to Willow and Tegan to see if they heard, only to find them still watching the movie.
I’m just about to shoot a glare at Nathan, because he knows just what he’s doing, when I notice Tegan’s hand is high up on Willow’s inner thigh under her skirt. Her legs are closed and it’s hard to tell through the dim lighting if he’s touching her intimately, but from the clenched fists resting on the couch cushions beside her, I’d say he is or at the very least is pretty damn close.
I’m so shocked at the bold move with other people present that all I can do is stare at them. What shocks me even more is the slow dance of desire I feel forming in my stomach. My cheeks flush, and I force my
eyes away from them. They move to Nathan to find him looking at me with a darkly erotic expression. It’s not until then that I notice that his hand has moved midway up my thigh, still caressing the flesh.
“Watch them,” he whispers, so low I barely hear him.
“What?” I whisper back, my eyes widening. “No.” I shake my head.
One corner of his mouth tips up, then his chin jerks to them. “Look.”
Knowing it’s wrong and I should refuse, lustful curiosity getting the best of me, I slowly turn my head. Willow’s legs are spread wider. Not fully open, but wide enough for Tegan to touch her better. And touch her he is most definitely doing. The glow from the TV and the low lights overhead make it just bright enough for me to see the white of Willow’s panties and the lump of Tegan’s hand beneath them. Her head is tipped back against the couch, her chest pumping as she pants through parted lips.
A rush of air leaves my lips at the intense arousal that hits me. Moisture pools between my legs and my body trembles.
Nathan’s hand moves up my leg, closer to my pussy, and I hold my breath in anticipation. This is so wrong. I shouldn’t be enjoying this. I don’t know Willow or Tegan that well, but they’re friends of Nathan, and I was hoping if things worked out between him and me, I could call them friends one day as well. How in the hell would I be able to look them in the eye after seeing Tegan pleasure Willow?
Just then, Willow’s head lifts and her eyes lock with mine. My lungs freeze, and my hand stops Nathan’s from traveling up higher. We stare at each other for several seconds. I try to wipe away the look of desire I know has to be on my face, but I’m not able to any more than Willow can wipe away hers. She bites her lip and her eyes glaze over. Indecision wars inside both of us. She seems just as shocked and uncertain as I do.
Nathan told me Tegan likes to be watched, that there was one time he was part of his and Willow’s sex games, so it’s obvious Willow likes the same thing. It should bother me that Nathan’s seen Willow’s body, has touched her, but in this moment, it doesn’t. He’s here with me on this couch. Not over there with them. It’s my body he’s touching. It’s human nature to be turned on by watching another couple receive pleasure. I can’t fault him for it.
Willow must make her decision, because her eyes close and she moans low. Tegan flicks his eyes our way for a moment before he fully faces Willow. Using his free hand, he lifts her shirt, baring her lacy white bra before pulling down one of the cups and taking the nipple between his lips. I’m so mesmerized by the sight that I let go of Nathan’s hand, desperately needing his touch. It’s apparent Willow is okay with this, and oh, God… I’ve never been more turned on in my life.
Nathan scoots so close to me that I’m practically sitting on his lap. When he removes his hand from my upper thigh, I have to force myself to not snatch it back. Luckily, he only removes it long enough to slip his hand inside my leggings, where I know he finds me soaked.
I suck in a ragged breath when his finger bumps my sensitive and needy clit. Of their own accord, my legs open wider, hoping he’ll take advantage and plunge his fingers inside me.
“See what I see,” his husky voice whispers in my ear, although my eyes are still pinned on the couple across the room. “Look at her face,” he continues. “Watch as the pleasure completely takes over her. How her body trembles and flushes, how her hands clench and her toes curl. How the muscles in her body tighten when he shoves his fingers inside her and she bites her lip when he sucks on her nipples. There’s nothing more erotic than watching a woman come undone at the hands of a man.”
The whole time he’s talking, his fingers magically work the tight bundle of nerves hidden by a small hood of skin, and my eyes stay on Tegan and Willow. I watch the pleasure wash over her face and her body jerk in response to Tegan’s hand and mouth, just as Nathan said she would. Low moans simultaneously leave my and Willow’s lips.
Tegan’s mouth leaves Willow’s nipple with a loud pop, then he’s kissing her. Her hands thread through his hair while her hips lift from the couch, trying to get more of his hand. Nathan pinches my clit before leaving it behind and slowly inserting a finger inside me. I whimper and moan at the sensations running through me. The pleasure is so great that it’s almost too much, and my eyes fall closed.
Nathan’s hand stops and then he growls, “Open your eyes.” They snap open, and I look at him. “I want you to keep your eyes on them. I want you to see the excitement on his face as he touches her. Look at them as they both fall over the edge of ecstasy.”
He grabs the waistband of my leggings and orders me to lift my hips. They are pulled down my thighs, but he doesn’t take them all the way off. Instead, he leaves them around my knees. His eyes flare when he looks down and sees my swollen pussy, glistening with my arousal, and I swear more moisture floods between my legs.
A soft cry has me turning my head. Tegan has three fingers inside Willow and he’s fucking her with them in sure strokes. Suddenly, he pulls his fingers away and drops to his knees in front of her. He yanks her panties down her legs. Lifting both of her legs, he props her feet on the couch, completely exposing her to everyone in the room. Her eyes meet mine again for a moment, her cheeks blazing, before she drops them to Tegan. She threads her fingers through his hair as he lowers his head. I watch as her fingers tighten in the strands and her head drops to the back of the couch. I can’t see him, but I know he’s lapping at her, drinking in the juices her body is producing.
My legs are spread wider and fingers play at my opening before one is shoved inside me. I cry out at the intrusion. When I peek over at Nathan, he’s watching me instead of Tegan and Willow. His teeth are bared and the look in his eyes has my inner muscles tightening around his fingers.
Tegan grunts and groans as he eats away at Willow. Nathan’s right. The look on her face is pure carnal need and it’s so damn hot I can’t move my eyes away. I can’t stop watching as she clenches her eyes closed and fists his hair, lifting her hips to meet Tegan’s eager mouth.
Nathan adds two more fingers to the first one. “Goddamn, your face is so fucking beautiful right now,” he groans as he fucks me with rapid movements. When I turn my head to look at him, he pushes them inside as far as they’ll go, then stops and holds them there. “No,” he grunts. “Don’t look away. I want to feel your body tighten around my fingers as you come to the sight of them.”
I’m conflicted because I want to look at Nathan, but I also want to keep watching Tegan and Willow, to see what they’ll do next. It’s not long before I find out.
Tegan pulls away from Willow, the arousal on his mouth and chin glistening in the light. He comes to a stand and starts working on his jeans. They fall slack against his ass as he lifts Willow and turns her so she’s on her knees, her hands resting on the arm of the couch. One hand grips his erection and slowly strokes himself, while the other hand smooths down the center of Willow’s back. At this angle, I have a side view of both of their faces.