Page 32 of Just Past Two

Nodding knowingly, he did it again, harder, evoking more of a moan. She couldn’t help making noise.

To her surprise, Zach looked over at Sam and addressed him directly. “So she likes it rough like that?”

“She does.” Sam raised his glass to his lips. “You can probably go harder.”

Those words hit Abby like a physical touch, arousal spiking through her body. Zach’s answering grin made Abby’s toes curl, and the way he twisted her nipples even harder made her sag against his touch. He could make her come apart just like this, standing in the middle of her bedroom. But she didn’t want to just be a passive recipient. She wanted to participate.

Zach let her unbutton his dress shirt and cast it aside, then pulled his undershirt over his head. His chest was muscled, the leanness of a swimmer’s body plus the additional build from age, and the tone of his skin made him look like a gleaming golden statue in the soft light of the lamps. After a moment’s hesitation, she put a hand flat on the center of his chest, the warmth from his skin radiating into hers.

“Come on.” Zach took her wrist in his hand and stepped in closer to her. “How about you get on the bed?”

“Thought you’d never ask.” She licked her lips and watched him follow her tongue, then he used that grip on her wrist to pull her closer for another fierce, harsh kiss. That one took a moment to recover from. Across the room, Sam was watching, and that made the situation more real, more exciting and dangerous, but also somehow…comforting. He would be here the whole time.

Abby sat down on the bed, scooting into the middle, as Zach climbed up onto it with her. There was another man in her bed. Someone who wasn’t Sam, someone who wanted her, someone who was going to fuck her while her husband watched her get fucked. Jesus. It was amazing he couldn’t see her heart beating through her chest.

He didn’t ask before reaching behind her to find the clasp on her bra, and he removed it expertly, one-handed. She hadn’t had a guy do that since high school. She was half naked, down to just her underwear, in front of this man she barely knew and hadn’t seen since college, this man who was leaning in to kiss her like he meant it, this man who was pushing her down onto the bed and lying on top of her. He kissed his way down her neck, finding the place where it met her shoulder, and he bit down gently, then a little harder. “Hmm.” He made a little happy noise and then moved farther down her body until he was hovering at her breasts, and he sucked one nipple into his mouth.

She swore and arched up off the bed. Her gaze found Sam still sitting on the chair, his whisky set aside now, watching her intently with lust in his eyes. Zach moved to her other breast, biting the nipple and pinching the one he had left. She was on fire, burning up from the inside out, and she was soaking wet through her underwear.

“I love how you squirm.” Zach caught the edge of her underwear with his fingers, giving her a cheeky smile. “May I?”

Dazed with lust, she nodded. “There’s…something,” she began, but he was already pulling the scrap of fabric from her body, leaving her naked in front of him…naked except a small, teal vibrator nestled between her folds.

Zach stared down, puzzlement swiftly shifting to amusement. “Are you wearing a vibrator? Were you wearing a vibrator to the club tonight?” He looked over at Sam, then down at Abby, incredulous and amused.

Abby started laughing, because it was all so ridiculous and amazing, and nodded.

“Fuck, that is so hot.” He dropped back down to kiss her again, fierce, firm, breathtaking. “Did you have it on when you were dancing with me?”

“I did,” she confirmed.

“Jesus. If only I had known.” He groaned, then dropped his head to her chest, as if it were all too much. Then he moved away from her to slip out of his slacks, revealing a substantial erection behind black boxer briefs. This couldn’t be real. Sam was focused on them both, and having two sets of eyes watching was somehow more than twice as intense. Both of them made her feel beautiful.

“Can I remove this?” Zach asked, his finger resting against the vibrator, over her clit, so close to touching her directly. She nodded, suddenly struggling to find breath. He carefully, carefully slid the toy from her soaked pussy, his fingers barely brushing her as he did so. It came away glistening with her juices. Then, holy fucking shit, he licked it.

She made a noise, a choked gasp, and he grinned and did it again. “You taste incredible,” he murmured, before putting the toy on the nightstand and kneeling between her legs. Before she could recover, he spoke to Sam. “Tell me how you want me to touch her.”

Sam’s answer came right away. “Spread her open. Don’t let her hide.”

The command in his voice was so damn hot. Zach sat cross-legged between her thighs, forcing her legs apart with his position. She was exposed like this, body lewdly stretched out for his perusal. He looked down at her pussy. “You’re so wet. Look at you. You like having a strange man between your legs?”

Laughing, half embarrassed, she pulled her hands up to cover her face. Zach reached up and gently pulled her wrists away, making a noise of disapproval.

“No hiding. I want to watch your face when I do this.” Eyes locked on hers, He dragged his fingers slowly through her wetness, rubbing across her swollen clit. The contact jolted her like touching a live wire, making her hips jerk. She wanted to close her legs and pull away, it was so intense and surprising. The second time, less surprising but no less intense, knife-sharp inside her senses. Zach rubbed her with two fingers, sliding the pads of his fingertips back and forth across her clit, pressing it in each direction and sparking her nerves with every pass. This wasn’t just arousal running in her blood but something hotter, something fiercer, pleasure so crisp it bordered on pain.

Sam’s voice from the corner jolted her as much as Zach’s touch, especially the pairing of the two together, Sam’s words overlaying Zach’s actions so she could not forget they were both there. “Slide your fingers into her.”

Abby looked to Sam again, past Zach, her gaze resting on his face. His lips were parted, eyes hooded, hands gripping the armrests of the chair. Yes, Sam was loving this, his expression drenched with lust.

When Zach slid two fingers smoothly all the way into her pussy, Abby’s mouth opened with a wordless cry, her gaze still locked with Sam’s. Her head fell back and her eyes closed as Zach fucked her with his fingers, curling them upward so every movement pressed her G-spot. Her muscles gripped at him, tightening reflexively with each pass, the pleasure beginning to build now.

“Abby.”

She had closed her eyes, and opened them again at the sound of Sam’s voice. He was still watching her, still intent. “Do you want him to fuck you?”

He had to know her answer, and they had of course already talked about this, but hearing the words right now felt different when she was desperate to come. She nodded, but Sam lifted his chin. “Ask him.”

Abby looked up into Zach’s face, staring into his eyes. How disorienting, how intimate and overwhelming to be rocking her hips against his hand while she stared into his eyes. “Will you fuck me? Please?”