Page 34 of Just Past Two

“Ride me.”

He lay sideways on the bed, perpendicular to how they slept, angling himself deliberately so Zach could watch. They were already into this, so might as well go all the way. His legs draped off the edge of the bed, and his eyes were only on Abby as she straddled him. She looked down at him, and her body was still so soft and warm, so freshly fucked, that glow about her making her even more appealing.

Abby moved to kneel next to him, and after another quick glance at Zach, she bent suddenly and took Sam’s cock into her mouth. Fuck. Her mouth was hot and wet, and she swallowed him down without any hesitation. After stroking himself watching her and Zach, this was too much stimulation, an overwhelming rush of pleasure into his senses. “Holy shit,” he breathed, and his hands went to her head automatically, tangling in her hair, wanting and needing to feel her right here. He didn’t force her head down or try to control her speed or depth at all, just needed the solidity of touching her. Already, his balls were tightening, his body begging for release. He had to tell her to stop before he really wanted to. He didn’t want to come like this.

Abby swept her long red hair back and licked her lips, and damn, she looked so fucking smug.

“Are you trying to kill me?” he asked, laughing and gasping.

“Maybe.” She winked, then straddled his hips and positioned herself over him. Her breasts hung tantalizingly close, so he had to reach up and squeeze them. Zach’s hands and mouth had just been on these. He rolled her nipples between his fingers harder than he normally would, just to feel her twitch and moan, then even harder, making her gasp and bite her lip.

“Too much?” he asked.

She shook her head. “I like it.”

Gripping her hips, he eased her down all the way onto his cock.

As he slid into her, Sam watched Abby’s eyelids fall half closed and her mouth fall open. She was slick around his cock, completely soaking wet, her pussy so easy to penetrate. The thought of fucking her right after someone else was just as hot as the sex. He used her hips for leverage as he thrust up, arching into her, angling each thrust exactly how he knew she liked. God, she was beautiful. She had her eyes closed now, her head tipped back, biting her lower lip, hotter than the hottest porn he had ever watched.

“Look at Zach.”

At the sound of his voice, Abby opened her eyes, blinking, still rocking her hips against him with all the instincts she had driving her forward. She seemed to take a moment to process, and then lifted her chin to look up and over at Zach, who was sitting in the chair watching them intently. Immediately, she let out a little whimper.

“He’s watching you. He’s watching me fuck you. Do you like that?”

Without looking away from Zach, Abby nodded. She had started giving these little hitching breaths with every stroke. Thrusting a hand between her legs, she began to rub her clit, fingers moving back and forth across her bud. God, he was going to come, he was going to fucking explode, and he twisted her nipples again as she tightened up and crashed over the edge into orgasm.

That first long, hard squeeze finally, finally sent him over the edge. Instead of everything vanishing, the way the world sometimes did in orgasm, everything became amplified. Every sensation crystallized: Abby’s pussy squeezing his dick, her desperate cries, the weight of Zach’s gaze from the corner, the escalating waves of climax running through his own body, everything that had led to this moment culminating like a never-ending breathless eternity.

“Fucking hell.” Sam threw an arm over his head as he caught his breath. They were all still for a few heartbeats, pausing to come down, and then Abby slid off him. After cleaning up, he pulled his boxers back on while Abby wrapped herself in a robe. Zach got up from the chair and, to Sam’s pleased surprise, walked up to Abby, wrapped his arms around her, and kissed her. It wasn’t the passionate, lust-filled kisses of before, the ones where he looked like he was trying to take down all her defenses at once. This was sweet and compassionate and warm, and he stepped back afterward to look over at Sam with a relaxed smile. “Is it too late to finish that drink?”

Chapter Seven

“And then he just, what? Went home?” Angela interrupted herself to lift one of the dresses off the rack, a long beaded piece. “What about this one?”

“Too beaded.” Abby moved over to another rack, this one full of long, flowing pieces, and began sorting through them. “He left after his drink. And that was it. Sent me and Sam a message when he got home, thanking us for a fun night, and asking us to call him anytime.”

“Holy shit.” Angela stepped away from the rack where she’d been searching. “And what happened when he left?”

“We just…hung out.” Abby shrugged. “It was casual. Sam made me a cup of tea, and we cuddled on the couch, kind of like we used to. Which was weird, now that I think about it, since we haven’t done that kind of thing in a while.”

“What, cuddle?”

“Yeah. Just cuddle and hang out.” She picked up a long black dress and held it up. This would highlight her curves pretty well, especially with that deep V-neck. She wanted to dress to impress for Sam’s company party, since this was the first party since he’d been promoted, and she had a soft spot for dress shopping, especially with these after-holiday sales still lingering into the end of January. Her thoughts kept returning to the other night, though, her time with Zach and with Sam, the dreamlike quality of it all.

The dressing room was empty, nobody else shopping for dresses at this hour on a weeknight, and she and Angela had privacy to keep talking as Abby went into a dressing room to try on a few final contenders.

“I’m worried,” Abby came out with at last, trying to put words to the collection of feelings swishing around inside her. “We keep one-upping everything. We started with these fantasies, and now it’s escalating every time. I don’t even know what’s going to be next. It’s technically my turn, but I feel weird to bring anything up at all.”

Angela’s voice came from the other side of the door. “What are you thinking about bringing up?”

“I don’t know.” The problem wasn’t really coming up with a new fantasy. It’s just that this particular fantasy had unlocked a whole bunch of dormant feelings inside her, feelings she’d managed to keep tamped down since first meeting Sam.

“Well, are you both into it so far?”

Abby paused in front of the mirror in her underwear and bra, holding the dress in both hands, mind suddenly filled with the memory of Sam’s expression as Zach brought her to climax. She had to swallow to clear the knot of emotion in her throat. She could probably get off to just that mental image. “We’re both into it.” Shit, they were more than into it. She’d never seen Sam act like this before. “I’m…kind of worried about where we’re headed with it.”

“You said you didn’t know what your next fantasy even is. Maybe there’s nothing to be worried about.”