“Help me understand.”
“There’s an intimacy to it. Two people are attracted to each other, and they do...that. There are sparks.” She met his gaze and held it, licking her lips.
He had to stop himself from kissing away the shine, afraid it would stop her explanation.
“I can’t believe I’m telling you this,” she said. “Even my best friend doesn’t know these things about me.”
“With any luck, by the end of the night, I’ll find out a bit more she’s not privy to.”
“Fair enough. Add a third to something that private, either participating or witnessing, and the intensity rises. It’s kind of like vicariously feeling what they feel, but on a more personal, up-close level.” Em frowned and looked away. “I’m not doing a very good job of explaining.”
“We’re here.” The driver’s sharp tone shattered the immersive bubble around Justin and Em.
Sure enough, they were parked in front of a stucco, three-story house that looked like all the others sprawled along the winding street. Justin adjusted to the shock of being part of the real world again and forced a smile at the man looking back at them. “Thanks, man,” Justin said and helped Em from the car.
His dick didn’t get the signal the conversation was over, and rubbed against the seam of his jeans as he and Em strolled up the walk, their fingers intertwined. It loosed the floodgate on his desire again. When they reached the front door, he twirled her, to place her back against the frame, then cupped her cheek. He dipped his head enough to feel the warmth radiating from her lips. Her quiet gasp screamed in his ears. “I think you’re doing a wonderful job of explaining,” he whispered against her mouth, and kissed her.
The taste of sour apples and cola lingered on her tongue. She pressed into him, grinding her hip against his erection. He slid his hand to the back of her head, to twist his fingers in her hair. He tugged her head back and laid a row of kisses along her jaw and neck.
He managed to fish his keys from his pocket and not let go of her, and was surprised he got the door unlocked without dropping them. “Walk me through this daydream of yours.” He kicked his shoes off, then pushed her back toward the couch. The reality of her body molded to his overlapped with images of Antonio sliding up behind her and joining in the fun.
“I don’t know. Me, you, this friend of yours, and lots of naughtiness?” Hesitation filled her reply. “You know how it works. You’ve seen porn.”
She had no idea how true that statement was. He glided his hands under her top, to dance his fingers up her spine. “I want to hear your interpretation. Are you watching or an active participant?”
“Depends on the day.” More courage worked its way into her voice. She kept her gaze on her hands, as she moved up the front of his shirt, undoing buttons along the way. She trailed her mouth over his chest, tracing the lines of some of his tattoos. “Sometimes I’m watching the two of you make out.” She dragged a thumb over his nipple. “Sitting back and playing with myself, while he covers you with attention.”
Justin liked the way she pulled him into the description, and he had shed enough inhibition that the thought of Antonio’s naked form against his added to his arousal.
It had been a long time since he let himself entertain that image, but tonight it was more vivid and intense than he ever remembered it being. “Playing with yourself? I like that. What next?” He dropped one hand below her waist and ground denim against her slit. She pushed into his hand with a moan, hips thrusting in time to his teasing.
“He kisses down your chest, undoes your pants, and works you free.” She slid his zipper down as she talked. When she wrapped her cool fingers around his warm shaft, he hissed at the shock that raced through him.
“You’re watching while he jerks me off?”
She bit her bottom lip. “Better. While he takes you in his mouth.”
God.Justin could almost feel the heat against his cock, and they were Antonio’s. “What if I want you to be an active participant?” he asked.
“You could kiss me while he was kneeling between your legs.”
Justin liked that suggestion. He sought out her mouth again, bit at her lips, and devoured her groans, until they broke apart with a gasp. “What next?”
Eyes wide, he stared at him and shook her head. “I don’t know.”
“Don’t know or won’t say?”
“Both?”
He was immersed in the daydream, as it bled into this moment, and happy to pick up the slack. “I’ll help. I want to see these full lips wrapped around his dick.” He pulled his thumb along her bottom lip. She flicked out her tongue and drew the digit into her mouth, to trace along the pad, then draw circles, before releasing him.
“So we’ve moved on from him at your feet? If we shift position, does that put you behind me?” she asked.
He spun her and slid his hands to her breasts. “It does. And I’m taking advantage of it.” He pinched her nipples through her bra and shirt, and she gasped.
Her back pressed into his chest, and her ass teased his cock until he thought he might come.
“You look gorgeous, giving him head. Trying to keep up the rhythm, as I roll these nubs between my fingers.” He pulled harder, and she squirmed in time with his touch.