Page 22 of Freak

Ivanna

I only knew true love through the couples that I fucked. Love—for all intents and purposes—that was too big to be confined by only two people and, therefore, exploded out into the universe like a sticky hot web.

Some ran away from that type of love.

Others, like myself, ran towards it.

Summer stood before me, her gorgeous dark hair resting on the top of her full breasts. I tried not to fall forward into those dark green eyes of hers, my slight height advantage a delusion to how equal we really were.

“Rafael,” she commanded, eyes still pinned on me. “Why don’t you fetch us some drinks? Something strong from the bar cart.”

“How about tequila?” he suggested, grinning at Summer.

“You tasted it, too?” she asked him, running her thumb over my bottom lip.

Her forehead leaned towards mine, touching it. She wanted to kiss me. I could tell. But she resisted with the shake of her voice. “Your tongue was so sweet when we kissed you, Ivanna. We know expensive tequila when we taste it.”

Rafael nodded.

“You have an excellent palate,” he muttered under his breath.

“And so does your girlfriend,” I replied, admiring him from across the room.

I wasn’t one for relationships, but fuck if I wasn’t fascinated by them: their dynamic, their rules, their courtship. And for as many couples as I had been with before, I could tell Summer and Rafael were something different. They were evolved.

“Tequila would be perfect,” Summer instructed.

“Yes, Ms. Evans.” Rafael lowered his head in a bow, then left the room. As seductive as Summer was, her boyfriend was equally something of his own. Something unique. There was a familiarness to his dark brooding eyes that I craved to be a part of.

“He listens very well,” I complimented.

“It’ll drive him wild to leave us alone.”

“Can he hear us?” I asked. My skin was burning with each delicate tap of Summer’s finger. She traced an imaginary line along my arm, connecting freckles together in appreciation.

“Not if we’re quiet,” she whispered. And I liked the idea of it, sneaking around her boyfriend to fuck each other in the shadows of their dark Manhattan penthouse.

I toyed with the strap of her dress.

“Being quiet is fun.”

“Like a secret,” I said.

“Oh, do I have secrets, Ivanna,” she hummed, and her voice rattled my insides like a thunderstorm.

“You can keep them safe with me, babe…” I said onto her lips, cupping her cheek. “No one needs to know. No one needs to catch us.” It was a playful little scenario, and she listened so well to my body, slowly back peddling as I pushed her towards the standing mirror in the dark corner of the room. I shoved her against it, taking liberty of how roughly I could rake my hand through her hair, tugging it.

Her voice hitched, her jaw tilted.

Being careful was not my strong suit. Especially with a scent as intoxicating as Summer’s. She smelled like rain and mint, like a clean, pretty girl—and oh, did I love pretty girls. They were so soft. So tender and willing. Sooo submissive to a sexual command, just as Summer’s boyfriend would be once he was back with our drinks.

And since Summer was so filled with secrets, I let her in on one of my own. A secret that made my thighs pinch together, and my stomach roll with a wave of nerves.

“I saw you two fucking,” I shivered into her ear, kissing the spot where her shoulder met her neck. “You and Raf at the club. Your tits bounced so good while taking him from behind. I wanted them to fall out. To take them into my mouth. It got me so fucking wet.” I bit into her, wanting to mark her but resisting. “I rubbed myself under the table watching you. And I knew I shouldn’t have. I was with someone else, and it was so fucking dirty to do it, but I just wanted to join you both so bad. So I did it. I snuck my hand through the top of my pants and rubbed my cunt right to the edge of coming. I’m still there. Still achey and sore, because I couldn’t bear to finish unless it was with you.”

“Show me,” Summer whimpered, her nails etching into my back, loosening the lace that held my corset together. “Show me how you ache. Show me what that pretty pussy looks like so I can stop imagining how it is.”

We kissed softly, moaning between breaths as the straps of her dress fell off her shoulder. I tugged on her dress, shimmying it down her body as my corset blossomed open and fell to our feet.

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