But this…
My whole body was tingling as the door swung open. I was about to step over a threshold. Cross over a line that could never be uncrossed.
You sure about this?
My heart was pounding as my eyes adjusted to the dim moonlight. The room was warm and inviting. The air reeked of sex.
“See anything you like?”
Addison was on the bed, sprawled sexily in the same schoolgirl outfit from the photos Damon had shown me. She wore a white, button-down blouse that was half open. White knee stockings. Around her waist, a red pleated skirt was hiked up sexily to mid-thigh.
“See anything you like?” she asked coyly.
I couldn’t feel the hammering of my heart anymore, and that was maybe because it had stopped. I had no words.
“From what Damon tells me it’s nothing you haven’t seen before.”
My friend stood beside me, his hands on his hips. His expression was a mixture of amusement and surprise. It made me realize the dressing up part had been all Addison’s idea.
“So are you just gonna stand there?” Addison smirked. “You can’t exactly touch me from that side of the room.”
Somewhere along the line, the simple act of swallowing had become difficult. I cleared my throat and took a step forward. The first one was the hardest.
“So you want me to touch you, huh?”
“Oh yes.”
Addison turned over, onto her stomach. Reaching down with both arms, she hiked her skirt up just a tiny bit more.
“I want you to touch me all over,” she purred, as if the answer were obvious. “The both of you.”
My best friend’s girl always did have a million-dollar ass. I’d ogled it a few times at the beach. Snuck a peek or two during one of our ski weekends, as Addison got in and out of the hot tub.
But I’d never seen it like this.
“Didn’t Damon tell you what we want?”
We. The word changed things a little. It lent solidarity to their little fantasy. Told me that whatever we were about to do was okay with the both of them.
“He didn’t go into very many specifics…” I said, moving even closer. Soon I was only a step or two from the bed. “But I’m pretty sure I’ve got the idea.”
I caught a whiff of her scent now, which was all things delicious. Jasmine and vanilla… and sex.
“Pretty sure, huh?” she asked, sitting up. I was very sorry to see that ass go.
“Yes.”
“Well then maybe I should clear things up.”
Addison swung her beautiful legs off the end of the bed. Inching her ass forward, her schoolgirl skirt rode all the way up the tops of her porcelain thighs.
“Here...”
My breath caught in my throat as she reached for me.
“Let me help you.”
Her hands found the tie at the top of my sweatpants. Her long slender fingers began undoing the knot.
“So this is it?” I asked, glancing over at Damon. “One last crazy fling before the two of you put the rings on tomorrow?”
“Something like that,” my friend answered.
My sweats dropped, and Addison let out a squeal of delight to find I wasn’t wearing any boxers. A moment later, her warm hand snaked its way delicately around my mostly-hard erection.
“MMMMmmmm…”
She was at the edge of the bed now, almost the perfect height. With her gaze fixed on Damon’s, she began dragging my manhood along her face, kissing it gently.
“I don’t know if I’d call it a fling,” said Addison, “but it’s definitely crazy.”
She kissed the head, shifting those blue eyes to me. I became lost in them. So much that I shuddered involuntarily as her tongue flicked out, swirling hotly over the edge of my glans.
“We’ve been flirting with the idea of doing this for a long time now,” she said softly. “May as well be someone we love and trust.”
I felt all new heat, as the hand gripping me gently began sliding up and down. Addison shifted even further between my legs, smiling warmly.
Holy.
Fuck.
I did love her, of course. For one thing Damon loved her, and that was more than enough for me. But with Addison it went way beyond that. She wasn’t just fun or funny, she was witty as hell. Humbly intelligent. The kind of woman you started laughing with almost immediately, because within minutes of meeting her she made you feel comfortable and welcome.
It also didn’t hurt that she was breathtakingly beautiful. No, scratch that. More like knock you flat on your fucking ass gorgeous.
And now…
Now my best friend’s fiancé was closing her mouth over the head of my cock. Pushing me past her beautiful lips, and straight down her pretty little throat.
“Fuck…”
She was blowing me. Addison. My best friend’s girl. Hell, his soon-to-be wife…
It just didn’t seem real.
“You alright?”
A hand landed gently on my shoulder. I turned and saw Damon, grinning like a maniac.
“Ummm… are you?”
“Fan-fucking-tastic.”
He crawled onto the bed, sliding behind his bride-to-be. Pulling her hair back, he whispered something into her ear and she nodded.
“Good. Because I can’t wait anymore.”
Addison twisted to her knees and slid her legs back, rising up on all fours. Throughout the motion she never stopped sucking me. Never once took me from her mouth or her grasp.
“Baby you look amazing.”
My friend’s girl was on her elbows now. Face down. Ass up. Sucking me mercilessly as I played with the long blonde hair cascading over her blouse-covered back.
My God…
In the meantime Damon had hiked her skirt all the way up to her waist. Dropping his own boxers, he took hold of himself and positioned his body behind her.
“Ohhhh…”
He and I groaned at the same time as he sank all the way in.
Five
ADDISON
It was the craziest thing in the whole world — and tonight of all nights! And yet we were going through with it. After all the dirty talk, the midnight fantasies. Through everything else that came with getting a little too drunk and a little too raunchy, we were finally at long last doing it.
And with Saxon of all people!
That part was an added thrill, and not just because he’d be standing beside us at the altar. It was special because we loved him. It was special because he was special, and it made me secretly kick myself for never having considered him before.
Right now I was on my hands and knees, doing what I’d always imagined. I was going down on one of our closest — not to mention hottest — friends… while my gorgeous fiancé simultaneously buried himself inside me from behind.
FUCK that feels good…
I moaned as both men bottomed out, squeezing me tightly between them. The act itself was insanely hot. Feeling them go way down inside me at the same time, each from an opposite end, was like nothing I could’ve ever imagined. And to tell the truth, I’d imagined it quite a bit.
Ohhhh…
The feeling of being used came to mind. Of seeing my body as a pleasure vessel for these two men I cared so much about, and reveling in the joy it brought them. The guys were grunting and groaning now, taking me slow and deep from both ends. Saxon’s hands were buried in my hair. I could feel his fingers sifting, the pads moving gently along my scalp as my lips glided up and down his thick shaft.