Page 32 of Wreckin' Amethyst

“Mmmhmm,” he hums softly.

“You’re in my seat.” Pushing against his back, he stands so I can jump over the back of the chair, crossing my legs beneath me. Still, hesitation stalls their movements and I twist my lips. “Okay, new tactic. The only voice permitted in this room from now on is mine. Sebby, sit on the edge of the bed.” He slides over, obeying immediately. Seems a stern nudge is all he needed.

“Myles, kiss him. Stroke his hair, give me tongues and a show. Make me ache to join in next time.” A smile hitches my mouth up at the corner as amber eyes swing to me, desire glazing over their brown-speckled depths. Oh, it’s so on.

Chapter 22

“Undresseachother,”Amethystsays from her chair across the room. I shoot her a side glance, still unsure of what exactly is going on. One minute Myles was trying to set me up with Amethyst, the next she was demanding to be in charge. She nods encouragingly and I turn back to Myles, my fingers shaking as they reach the top buttons of his shirt. He’s nowhere near as nervous as I am, but he has not been harboring a crush on me for the past fourteen years. Along the way, I’ve become convinced I’m in love with him, but can I truly love a man who will never love me back?

My thoughts are spiraling as Myles slips my shirt off, his hands guided by confidence. Stroking my chest, he leaves a hot trail from my neck to sternum. I grow hard instantly. I should be more composed, bolder. Especially given our history, the familiarity with which we know each other’s bodies, but I can’t get Amethyst’s presence out of my head.

“Unzip his trousers, Sebby,” she says. My hands pause, mid-shrugging Myles’s shirt from his shoulders.

“No. This is stupid, and weird. I’ll just leave and let you have what you really want.” Moving to stand, Myles stops me, his palms flat against my chest.

“Who says that’s not you?” he tilts his head, blocking my view of Amethyst.

“I’m not sloppy seconds. You’ll just be imagining I’m her,” I sigh. Story of my life. The back-up plan.

“You’re right,” Myles agrees and my world shatters. A broken breath escapes my parted lips, the crack in my heart I’d been trying to hold together bursting wide open. Pushing me onto my back, Myles lowers onto the bed beside me, his head propped up by his elbow. “You’re worth so much more than being a place holder. Which is why I would never consider you as such. You’re special to me Seb, more than I’ve let you know. Our relationship is different, something others wouldn’t understand. But I understand, and there is no one else I’m thinking of when I do this.”

Cupping my cheek, he drags me in for a kiss which heightens all of my senses at once. A forceful stroke of his tongue, a crash of lips revealing the truth of his passion. His stubbled jaw scrapes mine as he rolls on top of me, pinning my wrists beside my head. I feel his hardness through the slacks separating us, as I’m sure he can feel mine. Breaking apart, I lay frozen beneath his solid chest, lost in his candle-lit amber eyes.

“I’d like Amethyst to be a part of this, but if you’re uncomfortable, she’ll leave. No questions asked. It’s been too long since we’ve allowed ourselves to indulge in each other like this. You’re the only one I want tonight.” This time, I do brave a look towards that chair across the room. It’s empty, and my heart sinks. Did I force her to leave? My shyness often gets the better of me, or I might have told Myles how I felt years ago.

A shadowed movement catches my attention as the bed dips behind my head. Lassoing a collar around Myles’ neck, Amethyst pushes the attached leash into my restrained hand.

“He’s all yours,” she whispers in my ear and begins to retreat. I gasp at the sudden loss, realizing Amethyst isn’t an intrusion, but a much-needed help. In her actions, there’s a silent promise to not use Myles’ infatuation to take him away from me, but to help.

“Stay,” I quickly state. Myles smiles down at me, a menacing grin which alludes to the fun we’re about to have. Releasing my hands, he sits back, tugging on the leash I hold.

“You were unzipping his slacks,” Amethyst reminds me. Not having enough patience to admire his sculpted chest, I eagerly dive for the button and zipper in question. Fuck, Myles is so hard, he’s pulsing with need. His huge dick tents the thin material beneath my fingers. I rub it once, twice—

“Don’t play with your food, Sebby.” I shoot an annoyed look at Amethyst where she’s settled on the edge of the bed, hiding a coy smile. Slowly pulling the zipper down, I want to take my time. To prolong how Myles is looking at me as if I’m the center of his universe. Unfortunately, Amethyst doesn’t have the same idea in mind.

“Myles, get Sebby naked,” she demands, her tone deep and breath shallow.I watch as Myles skillfully removes the rest of my clothes, then kicks off his pants, before we both turn to Amethyst in our naked glory. She’s lazily touching herself through her clothes, her eyes half closed.

“Kiss.” One word. That’s all she says but it’s all we needed to hear. Myles’ strong hands grip my hips, tugging me up from the bed to stand with him, our bodies flush together as his mouth attacks mine like he’s starving. I can feel his cock against mine as he licks and sucks my bottom lip. I want to wrap myself against him, feel him all over, or better yet bend over and let him fuck me as thoroughly as he always does. I want his dick inside me, now.

I pull him closer, my hand wrapping around the length of the leash to keep him joined to me. I fuck his mouth with my tongue, all passion and pent-up emotions. I tell him with my kisses how frustrated I’ve been. How he’s been hurting me over and over, how furious I’ve been every time I’ve seen him with a woman. Then I slow and tell him that I love him. I nip his bottom lip, then soothe it with my tongue before touching my forehead to his, needing to catch a breath.

Myles strokes my cheek with his thumb. Did he understand? Does he know how I feel, how this might just be the best and worst moment of my life? Because as much as I’ve dreamt about it, I want to be dominated by Myles while he says he loves me too. Not because he’s trying to please the woman he’s growing attached to.

I turn away, needing to distance myself before tears start escaping my eyes. Crawling onto the bed, I brace myself on all fours, ready to get this over with. A brief drop of ecstasy in the ocean of longing I’m forced to contain on a daily basis. It always feels so right during, but I’ve come to expect that heavy weight of regret in Myles’ deep exhale afterwards.

“No,” Amethyst states sternly. My head snaps in her direction. The fuck? Is this all just a ruse to tease me? “Myles, you’re the bottom today. Sebby, get the lube.” My jaw slackens but we both do as she says. Fuck, he really must love her if he obeys all of her demands without question. I find the lube on the table and when I return, Amethyst is waving around the glass anal beads I watched her lick earlier.

“I expect Myles will need loosening up,” she winks. I half want to hug and thank her, but the other half of me is ready to strangle that spunky attitude right out of this room. I’m not used to an audience. Or being a top. Coating the anal beads with lube, I drag my nails down the back of Myles’ thighs to excite and relax him some. Then, I toy with the end bead around the entrance of his ass and dip it inside.

“Fuck,” Myles tenses, as do I. Stuck in an impasse, I pause, looking to Amethyst for assistance. She blows out an impatient breath. Shedding her cut crop-top and booty shorts, she crawls across the bed, sitting before Myles.

“Here, focus on me,” she tells him, stroking and kissing his face. I expect a wave of jealousy to consume me, a sense of worthlessness to clutch me in its unyielding grip. Instead, as Myles relaxes, allowing the beads to glide in a notch further, I realize this will take a team effort. The amount of times I’ve dreamed of taking Myles this way, I can handle an extra pair of hands, so to speak. At least she’s wearing my boxers as Myles drops his head, inhaling her through them. His groans grow louder, his ass working in time with my gentle thrusts. My cock strains with need, eager to replace the beads, but not until he’s ready.

Caressing his blond hair, Amethyst praises Myles softly. A new side I’ve yet to see from her as she winks, spurring me to go deeper. Harder. I work Myles into a frenzy, a mess of unhindered reactions. I’ve never heard these types of sounds from him in all the times we’ve been together. Each one empowers my thrusts, daring me to be bolder. The anal beads are fully inserted, stretching him in preparation of what’s to come. Essentially – me, if we don’t do this thing soon. Reaching between his legs, I fondle his bags, palm his thick and veiny shaft.

“Yes Sebby, just like that,” Myles groans against Amethyst’s thigh. As his head shifts, I spot an angry bite mark marring her skin. I caused him to do that. I pushed him to sink his teeth into her flesh with the height of pleasure coursing through his body. Amethyst mouths to me, ask if he’s ready and I slowly nod.

“Myles,” she commands Myles’ attention, her hand guiding his head upwards. He’s weak with submission for us both. “Sebby needs to be wet,” she kicks out and knocks the lube to the ground. “Spit on his cock.” My eyes bulge.

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