Page 5 of Enticement
“Yes,” she hissed. Her nerves fizzled with the energy of joining. All her muscles pulled tight, then relaxed, letting him sink deep. She loved being on top like this, knowing she held the control. She loved the way his body worked in this position and when they fucked standing upright. The way his muscles pulled tight with each thrust, and he rose up, fighting gravity to make their bodies meet with a ferocious slap.
Evie clawed at Ross’s shoulders. She thrust a hand between them and rubbed her clit. It was so sensitive, just petting it a little sent showers of fiery sparks streaking across her body. Ross clasped her bottom, his grip tightening and relaxing. He traced circles over the plump flesh, his fingers feathering into the channel between her cheeks.
“Ross,” she squeaked when he circled her anus with a wetted fingertip. Shocked and excited, she moaned into his shoulder and rode him faster, already starting to climb. He met her increased pace and lifted them both off the seat with each thrust.
“Noooo-ooo!” she squealed, blinded by the sensation. Her groans grew louder and less coherent as his delicate tease continued to trouble her arse. It was enough to tip her over. Evie threw her head back, shoved her breasts in his face and came hard.
Ross held her and kept working his hips even as she sobbed into his shoulder. Just the tip of his little finger teasing her arse had lit up all the nerve-endings there so that her orgasm pulsed and pulsed. So many times he’d teased her. Told her he was going to fuck her there. Stick his nice hard cock into her voluptuous arse. The mere suggestion of it was enough to set her writhing.
Only who was he really tormenting—himself or her?
He got hard just imagining pressing his cock to her dark hole. Except, at this moment it wasn’t his cock that he was imagining filling her. No, in fantasyland he was right where he was, deep in her cunt, feeling the crazy flutter of her muscles squeezing his shaft.
Kit stood in the kitchen doorway, his eyes as black as tar, only a million times more luminous. His black hair fell in a jumbled shadow over his face, partially concealing his expression, but when Ross looked into his eyes, he saw the shape of things to come, and things as they’d once been. For a split second, he wondered if he’d been wrong to invite Kit to stay. Not that he’d ever been able to say no to him. As teenagers they’d done a hell of a lot of fucked up stuff, experimenting, pushing boundaries. He’d never managed to turn his back on Kit.
Kit had been there the first time he’d lain with a girl. Sharon, her name was. Older than him, already self-assured at the grand age of twenty-three. It hadn’t been pretty, just seedy really, looking back. Sandwiched together out the back of some nightclub, wedged between a drainpipe and a car exhaust. He’d felt like shit afterwards, but he’d stuck around, watched while Kit had her too.
Their gazes locked across the space of the living room.
Evie lay sated and lethargic in his arms, her head nuzzled into the crook of his neck, still crooning to herself.
“Come,” Kit whispered.
One word, not even firmly spoken and his body leapt to do Kit’s bidding, just as it had always done.
Breath ragged, Ross hid his face in Evie’s shoulder as his balls gave up their load.
Chapter Two
“Kit!”
Ross’s gasp tore through the contented peace of Evie’s afterglow. The rhythm of Ross’s motion changed, and she sensed a momentary lull in his attention before everything coalesced again and drove him over the edge.
Kit. He’d seen Kit. Had given her a warning, even as every nerve in his body had fused and fired as one.
Apprehensive flutters beat inside Evie’s chest. She hardly dared look. Her fingers still curled around Ross’s shoulders and hair, while his hands still supported her bottom. She didn’t want to see Kit standing there, but was powerless to resist the truth.
Slowly, she turned her head.
Lean and rangy, Kit stood in the kitchen doorway, his firm butt resting against the doorframe, while his long legs stretched out before him. A steaming cup lay clasped within his palm.
He hadn’t just arrived. He’d probably seen it all… Ross fingering her anus, her frigging her clit as their bodies slapped together. Evie’s grip tightened around the short spikes of Ross’s hair, provoking a whimper from him. Gut level anger brewed inside her, dashing icy water on the residual flames of her arousal. If Kit thought he had the right to intrude on them like that, he had another thing coming. There was no room for a Peeping Tom in her house.
“What are you doing back?” she growled, allowing her anger to swallow whole her embarrassment. How dare he stand there so calm, without a trace of discomfiture about him, while inside she was mortified?
Kit swept his long fringe from his eyes and took a sip of his drink, as if standing watching people fuck were as commonplace as watching the telly. “I saw Ross’s car pull up, and figured we had plenty of catching up to do without me propping up the bar for the night. ’Course—once I got here I realized you were kind of busy.” He lifted the mug in a sort of salute, as if him making a cupper somehow detracted from the intrusion. “I’ll just slip past if you’re not done. We can always talk later.” He nodded at Ross, who, to her astonishment, simply nodded back.
Kit slid across the living room and disappeared into the hall. The moment she heard his footsteps on the stairs, Evie scooted off Ross’s lap and pulled her dress straight. “How long had he been there?” she demanded.
Ross sheepishly shook his head. His cock lay flaccid now, nestled against his thigh, still shiny with her dew. Normally, sex wouldn’t have ended here. She’d have taken him gently in her mouth, got herself all worked up on the combined taste of their bodies, and sucked him until he stood proud again. They’d have rolled upon the floor together, or chased upstairs for a joint shower.
“How long, Ross?”
“I’m not sure. Maybe a minute or two, my attention was kind of elsewhere.”
“Damnit!” she cut him off. It hadn’t been only a minute or two, not if Kit had come straight back when he’d seen the car pull up, and he’d had time to make a brew. More than likely, he’d seen the lot. Absolutely everything. Evie didn’t consider herself a prude, but sex was something couples did in private. Exhibitionism held no appeal. She hated performing. It’s why she had the equivalent of a desk job where she worked, rather than one of the more showy roles.
Her cheeks blazed as she sought reassurance in Ross’s face. There was none to be found. All he gave her was a wry smile and a shrug. That was it. It was over, done with, nothing to fret about in Ross’s world. He wouldn’t have sought out an audience, but it was no big deal to him that there’d turned out to be one.
