Her breathing grew shallower. Her pants rubbed against his exposed dick, creating enough friction it almost hurt, but still enticed. “I might lose track of what I’m doing if you keep that up,” she said.
He dropped one hand to the button on her pants and undid them. “I’ve lost track of what I’m doing. Watching your ass wiggle in the air, I can’t help but slide my fingers between your legs.” He pushed under her panties and dipped into her folds. “Fuck. You’re soaked.” In the fantasy and in real life—the combination kept him anchored.
“Because I’ve never done something this intense before.”
Him either. “I can’t let him have you all to himself. I need to be inside you.”
She wiggled her ass one more time, then hooked her hands in the waist of her jeans and pushed her clothes to the floor. He barely had the presence of mind to grab a condom from his wallet and roll it on.
Hand on her back, he pushed her forward. She caught herself on her palms and knelt on the edge of the couch. Her gorgeous, round butt teased him, temptation hiding between her legs. Would this have been so potent without the verbal play? He was grateful he didn’t have to find out.
He nudged her pussy, then thrust forward, pushing his cock deep inside her. Gripping her hip with one hand, he moved to the other to her clit.
When he found the swollen button and circled it, she cried out and drove back into him. He pumped against her while he rubbed her sex, using her gasps to pace himself. “Are you still sucking him off while I fuck you?” he asked.
“Yes. But not for long. He’s close, and I’m too distracted by what you’re doing. I have to pull back, but he’s stroking himself.”
Justin was too lost in the fantasy and in Emily, to keep talking. He pressed harder against her clit, and her pussy clenched around him when she came.
She didn’t pull away, and he didn’t ease up. The squeezing around his shaft mingled with her cries, drawing him toward climax. His legs threatened to give out, but he steeled himself. Digging his fingers into her pelvis, he pounded hard and fast, the slap of skin against skin filling the room.
He grunted as orgasm spread through him. His vision narrowed, his ears rang with their mingled sounds of pleasure, and the scents of sex and whisky teased his nose.
After he was spent and her screams faded to whimpers, he slowed down, then puttered to a stop.
“God damn.” He bent at the waist, to lay kisses along her back, then pulled her upright.
She wobbled, and the lack of balance was enough to send them tumbling to the couch.
“I think you left a mark.” She splayed her hand over her hip.
He pushed her back enough to kiss the pale flesh. “Better?”
“I don’t think it will stop the bruising, but I’m not complaining.”
“Fuck. That was incredible. And you felt amazing.” As the endorphins from pleasure ebbed, logic seeped in. Did he really do that? Fantasize about his best friend sucking him off? About sharing this woman with Antonio? How was Justin supposed to face him again?
Em curled up against him and rested her hand on his stomach. Her gentle breath fell across his chest. “Thank you for the fantasy,” she said.
Right. It was only a daydream. Antonio was attractive, but it wasn’t as though Justin harbored a secret crush on him. This was fun and games and a one-night stand. Nothing more.
He didn’t realize he’d dozed off, until sunlight struck his closed eyes, jarring him awake. He stretched and realized he was alone on the couch. That was a bit disappointing.
“Em? Are you still here?” he called through the house.
No answer.
Bummer.
There was a note on the coffee table. The flowing script said,Thanks for the wonderful night and the memories. Good luck with your investors.
The sentiment made him smile. He was glad he wasn’t the only one who enjoyed it. Better still, hergood luckmeant she’d been listening to him last night. Even if he’d never see her again, it was nice to be heard beyond the sex.
His phone beeped. That must be what woke him up. He grabbed it from the floor, where it had tumbled at some point during their playtime. Antonio had left a voicemail saying they could start their day whenever Justin was ready.
Hearing Antonio’s voice didn’t make Justin squirm as much as he’d expect. He could push the fun of last night aside and brace himself for the long weeks ahead.