And holy fuck… his eyes are pinned on Avril and Kynan across the room. He’s seen her. By the look on his face, he’s as turned on as I am by watching her getting eaten. His jaw is locked, his eyes lasered onto the scene across the room, and his hips are punching hard and deep into the woman he’s fucking from behind. It’s almost as if with each stroke in, he’s imagining it to be Avril underneath him, and that is so fucking wrong.
Just as it’s wrong for me to be imagining that it’s my mouth between Avril’s legs or her mouth on my cock.
My balls start to tingle as I turn to look back at Avril just as she orgasms. While there’s no audio on the feed, her mouth opens and I can tell she lets out a scream of release as she gyrates her face against Kynan’s mouth. And then he’s up and pulling a condom out of his pocket. Avril’s hands work hungrily at his fly. When his dick is freed, she snatches the condom from him to roll it on.
I glance back at Andrew, and he’s plowing into the blond while his teeth are biting down into his lower lip. His eyes are hungrily watching Avril, which prompts me to look back that way so I can see what he does.
And Kynan is lifting her up and wrapping her legs around his waist so he can lower her onto his dick. He does so slowly. When he’s seated, his mouth finds Avril’s in a punishing kiss as he presses her into the wall. She threads her hands into his hair and kisses him back with as much bruising force.
Kynan then starts to fuck her. His pants sit below his ass, the muscles flexing with every deep stroke in. He’s a big dude, so I know Avril is stuffed to capacity. Her head falls against the wall and lolls to the side while he fucks her slowly and deeply. She looks like she’s in subspace, her face completely awash with pleasure.
So much pleasure that a surge of jealousy rages through me. I’m not sure if I’m jealous that Kynan’s fucking her or that she’s feeling so fucking marvelous in this moment.
Suddenly, Avril’s eyes open and her head lifts. As if she sensed him in the room, she looks across the sea of writhing bodies and her gaze meets Andrew’s. I can see the shock on Avril’s face, and then a flash of mortification. But then Kynan drives deep into her, and the pleasure is back.
But she doesn’t take her eyes off Andrew.
My gaze flicks back and forth between them as I release my hold on the brunette’s head so she can go faster on me.
Andrew fucking the woman hard from behind, Avril getting fucked hard by Kynan.
Both staring at each other almost defiantly.
Kynan moves faster, and I can see Avril tense up. Once again, her head falls back and her eyes squeeze shut as she comes. I look to Andrew. He’s planted himself deep with his head thrown back while he groans out his own release.
And then I explode in the brunette’s mouth with a loud groan.
Fuck, I feel utterly filthy for what just went down. While the woman on her knees before me laps up the rest of my semen, I can’t help the wicked grin that spreads across my face.
CHAPTER 5
Avril
It’s Monday morning, and I’m stewing in my office. I know Andrew’s here because I peeped out my door and saw his office light on.
I’m pissed because he didn’t come to say good morning to me, which means he’s still feeling all kinds of awkward and put off by what we did at The Wicked Horse on Friday. I took an Uber home that night, longing for my own bed. Before we parted ways out on the sidewalk in front of The Onyx, I made him promise me that it was all cool.
I’d pulled him into a hard hug before releasing to look him in the eye. “Promise me that we’re good. That this doesn’t change anything between us.”
He’d smiled, and it had seemed so genuine. He put both his hands to my face, bent down to peer into my eyes, and said, “It changes nothing.”
Liar.
And I’m tired of wondering what he’s thinking. I push up from my desk chair and march out of my office. With my eyes narrowed on his door, I think about what a revelation The Wicked Horse had been for me. I may not be any closer to understanding why Jamie did what he did, but I came out of there understanding a lot about myself.
I learned that I truly didn’t understand sex. I mean, my sex life has been good for the most part, and I truly believe I satisfied Jamie. But I don’t think I really understood the importance of it until Friday night. Like a mystery being unveiled, I walked out of that sex club realizing the potential for pleasure was limitless and didn’t have to be sought only in the confines of a relationship. I guess it provided me solace that at least I still had the ability and power to seek and achieve intimacy and pleasure in other places, albeit unconventionally.
Without bothering to knock on Andrew’s door, I push it open and brace against whatever expression he’ll give me.
He looks up, and I get a flush of embarrassment followed by guilt, because he knows that I know he’s hiding from me. His gaze quickly goes to his computer screen, and he says, “I’m in the middle of something, Avril. Can it wait?”
No. It can’t.
I walk right up to his desk and pull the power cord free from the back of his monitor.
“What the hell, Av?” Andrew snarls as he looks up to me.
“Don’t,” is all I say.
His eyebrows pull inward. “Don’t what?”
“Don’t break your promise to me,” I tell him softly. “You promised we were good.”
“We are good,” he says, but even I can hear the lie in his voice.
Stepping back, I smooth my skirt down and take a seat in one of his guest chairs on the opposite side of his desk.
Clasping my hands in my lap, I lean forward to look him in the eye. “You remember that New Year’s Eve party our senior year?”
Andrew’s eyes darken to the color of slate. “Yeah… why?”
“I kissed you at the stroke of midnight. And you kissed me back.”
“I remember,” he murmurs. “And then you kissed Dane. And he kissed you back.”
“We were drunk and stoned,” I remind him. “But we laughed about it the next day.”
“Little different,” he mutters.
“Aha,” I say as I come up out of the chair and point an accusing finger at him. “You are totally regretting what happened at The Wicked Horse.”
Andrew’s face flushes, and he stands up from his chair. “Well, fuck, Avril… watching some guy fuck you is a little different than a drunk midnight kiss.”
I shake my head. “It’s not so different. Friday night, you and I were high on sex and lust and we acted on it. Sure… the acts were more intimate, but the point is… you’re letting it change something between us.”
Andrew gives a sigh and scrubs his hand over the scruff on his face. His eyes are troubled, and that pains me. “Aren’t you weirded out by it in the slightest? Don’t you regret doing something so impetuous and bizarre?”
I turn away from Andrew and walk over to the windows to look out over the city. It’s chilly and gray outside, but the weather doesn’t match my mood. I learned too many things this weekend that have simply lit a fire in my gut. One of the things I learned was that I was completely turned on by watching Andrew. He’d watched me back, but rather than disgust me, it… intrigued me?