Page 59 of Van Cort
“Enough of that!” Mrs Avery snapped. “Clearly, West has had enough of the piano. Everett, you can take over. Mirror his warm-up, but without the theatrics. Girl, let’s hear that instrument of yours.” Even after all of the lessons and time spent in the music room, Mrs Avery still called Lara, Girl.
Rhett switched places with West, and Lara took her usual stance off to the side of the piano with the music stand to one side in front of her. A few sheets of music still rested there, forgotten from their last lesson, something they were meant to be learning. The boys – both of them – could play all the notes perfectly. West preferred the piano, and Rhett could play any instrument he liked. Annoying really, it played to his ego, but there was something underneath that, something fascinating about the angry, intelligent, musically talented boy.
He’d never be put in a box. He’d never be looked down on or belittled. She knew that about him. Could see it. West wasdifferent. Still a boy, in many regards, warmer, but it set her pulse racing in a different way, like anything was possible with him.
She took a few deep breaths and looked to Rhett, whose face was already sealed in a serious mask. West walked around the room, surveying, as if deciding which instrument he might choose. But he didn’t pick any up and came to stand right in front of Lara.
“Shhh,” he whispered, holding up his forefinger in front of his lips. A secret.
He stepped around her, his front almost pressing against her back. Almost, but not quite enough.
Her breathing hitched, and her note wobbled.
“Your breathing’s off, Girl. Again.” Mrs Avery’s arm wafted in the air, the glass of alcohol still in her hand. She couldn’t see them, but her instructions still stood regardless; pointers, what to do, when to do it. And all of it under the addled supervision of a replenished drinks cart.
West’s hands moved around Lara’s waist, and he flicked the button of her jeans, popping them one after the other before pushing them down her thighs. Her notes stayed in perfect tune with Rhett, who she was now staring at, her eyes clinging to his. He continued his own scales, seemingly unaffected by the game West was starting.
Next, his fingers ran down the side of her hip, back up, before reaching around her to slip his fingers into her panties.
The pounding of Lara’s heart became the beat that accompanied the piano. Her throat constricted and tightened with the flush of desire, of daring, and she skipped a glance at the back of Mrs Avery’s head as it stopped nodding.
“What is it, Girl? Everett’s notes are perfect. Keep up.”
Lara forced her voice to be flat and bored, whilst West kept his fingers tucked just inside her panties. Waiting. “Yes, Mrs Avery,” But the rest of her body felt like it was on fire.
Rhett continued playing, but he didn’t have many scales left to cover. For the first time she could remember, Lara hoped he would repeat them, endlessly.
Touching herself didn’t make her want to squirm like this, though. West’s fingers weren’t where she wanted them. They needed to go lower, to touch her more intimately. This is what the last few months had been leading to. She knew it. They all knew it.
As Lara’s voice matched Rhett’s scales, she watched his eyes, while nodding her head, the slightest movement to tell West what she wanted to carry on. His breathing shifted, and his hot breath now tickled her neck. He was so close to her, and she felt his erection press against her ass, as his hand slid down, dipping lower.
Lara’s eyes squeezed shut, but she kept singing. Her voice skipped to a higher key to match her heart fluttering so hard she feared it might burst free from her chest.
Finally, his fingers were there, teasing her gently.
Her body started to feel a little off, a little dizzy. The feet keeping her standing wanted to shift wider. Her eyes wouldn’t open, but she could feel Rhett watching with such intensity it might make her burst all on their own.
West’s fingers explored, pushing inside of her. He touched her like he kissed her – like everything he did with her. He was soft, but only at first. He tested, pushed, became insistent without ever really demanding like Rhett would have. And then he found a rhythm, pushing in and out. In and out.
In and out.
Rhett turned the music sheets, the rustle of the paper forcing Lara to open her eyes. His face was impassive, still, but shewanted to know if he was hard as he watched. She licked her lips between notes. She knew the answer. Liked the answer. And that was okay, she told herself.Rhett switched up the music, playing a dramatic and loud piece that Lara couldn’t follow even if she wanted to. Relief had her sagging in her stance. She closed her eyes again, thinking of his face, of West’s fingers. They slipped inside easier. Faster. And she could tell that her release would crash through her soon. Lara’s cheeks were hot, her body twitched, and all she wanted was more. The music shielded her, adding to the game, and it didn’t matter that Mrs Avery was only feet away from them. It didn’t matter if someone might walk in. Because they were both in this with her.
“Is this the first time someone’s done this to you?” West whispered below the music. Lara nodded and stifled a moan with her hand to her mouth.“Will you let my brother do it to you next?” She nodded again, biting into her own fist.
His words flushed her cheeks with embarrassment, but Lara didn’t want to care. She didn’t want to feel like this was wrong when both of them made her feel happy. Wanted.
The music morphed into a softer tune, quieter, and she gripped the side of the stand as her release built, ready to rip from her at the centre of where West had his fingers pressed.
She opened her eyes as it happened, her mouth gaping in a silent cry, and she watched Rhett play his own crescendo at the piano, ringing out every last note as her body throbbed. He stared so intensely, she wondered which one of them had caused the orgasm, regardless of it being West’s hand that worked inside her.
“Good girl,” West whispered.
The final note washed into the room, and she took a breath.
“Very nice, Everett,” Mrs Avery said. “Girl, you need to keep up. Now. Again.”
Lara didn’t know if she could do that again, but Rhett’s arched brow and West’s hand still there made her think she wanted to try.
