Page 18 of Freak

God, I loved this man. He knew the right things to say to me. His profession suited him, because he never hesitated, not once.

We had discussions about a threesome. Neither of us had ever had one, but we were interested in inviting a third for a one-night stand.

“I want to take her home with us. She’d look like the perfect fuck doll, covered in our cum,” I answered.

Rafael grabbed a hold of my hips, turning me back around to face her, my back against his front once again. “You know you always get what you want, baby. She’s yours.” His fingers splayed shamelessly across my pelvic bone as we danced… for her. The warmth of his hand inched closer and closer to the exposed skin on my upper thighs.

The moment was so erotic, my pussy trembled with need for both of them in my bed.

“Ours. She’ll be ours,” I stated.

“Stripped bare. Fucked raw like our little slave. Would you like that?”

The music blared, yet, somehow, I heard the distinct clink of Rafael’s belt buckle before his large hand discreetly slipped up my dress. “Yes,” I muttered, weakly nodding.

He smiled for me. “Crotchless. Damn, baby. You do so many things to me, it drives me fucking insane,” Rafael groaned in my ear like a starved man.

I flicked my eyes to the ceiling, feeling so damn good as his fingers spread my wetness. “And clearly you have the same effect on me. Surprise, surprise.”

“Hmmm…” he hummed. “May I, Ms. Evans?” He asked, circling my lips, begging to insert a single finger in.

I groaned, nodding in agreement.

“You’re drenched, baby,” he said.

Rafael slipped his finger back out, bringing it right up to his mouth to lick clean.

“If we’re going to fuck a third, then we need you ready, Ms. Evans… you need to be stretched out for our girl. And my cock is aching to get the job done.” His teeth slipped over my ear, and with a bite he moaned, “Tell me, Ms. Evans, can I fuck you? Just the tip?”

“Considering you’ve been such a good boy tonight…” I tapped his chin with my nail, creating tension before answering. I loved when he growled impatiently. That was always my sign to keep him from waiting any longer. “I’ll allow it.”

He grunted his praise, hitching my dress upward until the coolness of the room reached my bare cheeks. His hot head slid between my legs, brushing against my pussy.

There must have been hundreds of us shoulder to shoulder. It’d be impossible to know we were fucking, unless you were paying very close attention like she was. As Rafael slowly pushed his cock inside me, I watched Ivanna intently. My lips shaped like an ‘O’, begging to be kissed from afar. Her eyes were glued to our salacious movements. So much so, she didn’t turn back to chat with the woman she was with.

With each inch Rafael gave me, I whimpered, moaning loudly as the atmosphere inhaled my sounds away.

The idea that Ivanna had been watching me turned me on. It felt like a private show between the three of us. More than anything, I wanted her to join us on the dance floor: to sandwich me, touch me, bite me.

I glanced over at her as she tilted her head back, taking some kind of pill before the lights shut off throughout the entire club. The room erupted in praise for the celebrity guest who just arrived—Ivanna’s boss—who interrupted the moment we shared.

Rafael slipped his cock out and whispered a swear. “We’ll get her, baby.” The slant of his smile neared my cheek. “We’ll taste that pretty pussy. We’ll make it ours.”

Summer

Time passed, but I wasn’t sure how much.

The party grew increasingly rambunctious before dwindling down to the sound of a blaring fire alarm. Someone had pulled the lever, and everyone was escorted out. Ivanna was long gone, and I was positive she had left the club shortly after her boss arrived.

Maybe all the signals were wrong. I thought she was headed our way, but she walked out the door. Whatever. If I couldn’t have her tonight, at least I had my favorite black strapped lingerie ready to be taken off by my gorgeous man.

It was her loss, not ours.

“Let’s go home,” I told Rafael.

Without hesitation, he obeyed, and we departed from the mass of party goers to make our way down the street. We were only a few blocks away from our penthouse, so we decided to walk it, and even though my calloused heels hurt in these nine-inch strappy shoes from hell, I knew I could get through it. It was one of the things that kept me tough in this city.

“Where do you think that woman disappeared to?” Raf asked.

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