Page 30 of Just Past Two

“You didn’t let me come,” she murmured.

“Did you want that?” he asked between kisses. “Want me to make you come in Zach’s arms? Have him hold you as you fell apart?”

Abby moaned. “It sounds filthy like that.”

“It is. It’s filthy. Filthy for you to come while another man holds you.” This was turning a corner in his mind, and he had to tell her what was really on his mind, had to confess this while he was still fuzzy from arousal and alcohol and the intoxicating taste of Abby. He broke the kiss and glanced at the bar, where Zach was now sitting on a barstool, watching him and Abby. What must be going through Zach’s mind right now? Did he know?

“I don’t want you to come while he’s dancing with you. I want you to come while he’s fucking you.”

Abby’s lips parted, her eyes going wide, then narrow, filled with lust. She licked her lips, pink tongue stroking over the sensitive petal-soft flesh, and oh, if only those lips were wrapped around his cock right now, or even better, wrapped around someone else’s cock while he watched. She locked eyes with him. “Say it again.”

The words spilled out, filthy and honest. “I want to watch you two together. I want to tell him how to fuck you and tell you how to please him. I want to see you come on his cock.” He’d never given voice to these thoughts before, just like he’d never thought about power exchange, but everything entwined in his brain to watching Abby coming helplessly apart in climax.

Abby glanced over at the bar, indecision on her face.

“Do you want to fuck him?” Sam asked. This couldn’t be a favor. This couldn’t be something she did just for him. “Don’t do this just to please me.”

Abby’s expression turned hesitant, then guilty. “I had a thing for him. Back in college. We never hooked up.” Abby bit her lip, but she wasn’t turned off by the idea; her flushed cheeks and rapid breathing told him all he needed to know. She wanted this, and maybe she didn’t want to want it, but the signs were all over her face.

“It’s okay,” he said, more quietly, and she could probably read his lips more than hear him.

Abby got to her feet, then paused once more, and Sam nodded at her. Then she went over to the bar, crossing the dance floor without another look to either side, and moved into Zach’s space, close enough to touch.

If only he could be a fly on the wall to hear what she said to him. But it wasn’t much, maybe just an invitation to talk, before she took him by the hand and led him over to the couch where Sam was sitting.

Zach sat down on Abby’s other side, a look of puzzled interest on his face, but not so much puzzlement as one might expect. Maybe he knew what was coming. Maybe he could read the signs.

Abby let go of his hand, put both hands on her thighs, and angled her body slightly toward Zach. He was a beautiful man, with his thick, curly hair and that tawny skin that was practically gold. Right now, his gaze flicked between Sam and Abby. Abby was the one who spoke. “Thanks for dancing with me earlier.”

Zach laughed, a surprised laugh, and stretched one arm along the back of the couch. Like Abby, he angled his body, those long legs close to brushing hers. “It was not a favor, I promise. I would dance with you anytime.” As if remembering Sam, he looked past Abby. “You’re a lucky man, with a beautiful woman like this.”

“Thanks.” Sam could be the one to broach this, but it felt weird, like he was brokering some sort of exchange, and then Abby spoke up.

“You were wondering why we never hooked up in college,” she said. “How we just kept missing each other. Ships in the night.” With one tentative hand, she reached out and rested her fingertips on Zach’s leg. All the air left the room, and Sam felt the touch on his own body, suddenly dizzy with the tension and unexpected intimacy. “What if we gave that another chance?”

Zach stilled. His gaze flickered from Abby to Sam, and back again. “I think you should be a little more specific.”

Abby didn’t look away. “Sam and I have been trying a few new things. And he”—she paused, taking a breath—“likes to watch.”

Zach relaxed, that same lazy smile crossing his face. “Interesting.” He turned his attention to Sam. “I can’t say I blame you. Abby is gorgeous.”

“I want to watch her with another man.” Sam said it again, confessing this into the anonymous darkness of this club, confessing to this person, confessing it to himself. “I want to watch her with you. I want to see you make her come apart.”

Zach stroked a thumb across his bottom lip, thinking, looking at them each in turn. “What about you, Abby?” His smile turned wicked, a lustful, playful smile. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

Abby shuddered, all the way down her body, and turned aside with a blush and a laugh, pulling her hand back from his leg. “God, Zach, just blurting it out like that.”

“That wouldn’t have bothered you ten years ago,” Zach said. “Ten years ago, you’d have asked for what you want. So ask for what you want.”

She turned to face Zach, but one of her hands went to Sam’s knee, resting there, anchoring her to him even as she looked at the other man. “I want you to fuck me.”

Zach lifted his arm from the back of the couch and slid it gently into Abby’s red hair. Less than a foot from Sam’s face, his fingers carded through those locks, cupping the back of her head, holding her. Abby’s fingers dug into Sam’s thigh, her grip tightening. Zach leaned in and closed his mouth over hers.

Jesus Christ. The secondhand sensation resonated through Sam’s whole body like a caress, and Abby’s hand gripping his thigh echoed her gasp. Zach kissed her like he had all the time in the world, and here, only inches away, Sam watched him coax her mouth and slant her head to the side.

Then, slowly, he pulled away. His hand slipped from Abby’s hair, the tresses falling back where they were, and he licked his lips as if to savor her taste. He turned to Sam first, and asked once more. “You want to watch me fuck your wife?”

The words stuck in Sam’s throat, but from desire, not hesitation. “More than anything.”