“Stop seeing me,” my speech comes out slurred, but I know what I mean. She’s peering deeply into my soul and making me ashamed of it. Shutting my eyes, I lean my forehead against hers and take one last inhale of her scent, knowing everything will be back to normal in the morning.
Avery
Despite his obvious discomfort, Axel pulls Garret and I into a darkened room with an iron tight grip on our fingers. A familiarly sweet, yet musty smell of aged paper and ink washes over me, moonlight shining through an arched window to illuminate a personal library. I can make out the outline of a long sofa, its black leather catching the light, with two matching armchairs on the opposite side of the room. My bare feet step onto a circular rug, my toes flexing in the soft sheepskin texture. Axel flicks on a tall lamp, slowly lowering himself into one of the armchairs beside it whilst clutching his stomach.
“No offence Axel, but you don’t really seem to be ready for…this.” I point between myself and Garrett, knowing he couldn’t be gentle even if he tried. When Axel had offered me an early exit from the most awkward dinner party to have ever happened, I’d gladly taken it. Between Dax’s longing puppy-dog glances and Sharon’s narcissism, I could have had more fun walking across a sea of Lego.
“Oh, I’m not going to be joining in, physically.” The shadowed smile that takes root on his face would seem more appropriate for someone plotting a murder, his hands linking over his stomach as he casually slouches back to watch us. I throw a look to Garrett, who’s standing rigidly straight beside me with a determined clench to his jaw.
“No, not without you.”
“Well I’m right here, and I didn’t tell you the best bit. I command, you obey. Got it?” A tremor of surprise mixed with excitement ignites within me, although Garrett’s posture only tightens further. Flickers of confusion and uncertainty pass across his half-lit face.
“I don’t understand. You said you didn’t want me to be with other people.”
“I never said that; I just didn’t like you dragging me along like a third wheel, choosing where we went, who we fucked, how it happened. Tonight, I’m in control. Now, both of you, strip.”
I lick my lips, a concoction of anticipation and champagne fuelling my actions as I push the thin straps from my shoulders one by one. Keeping our eyes locked of Axel’s, Garrett pauses for a few seconds longer before pulling his tie over his head.
He yanks his jacket and shirt off, buttons ricocheting around us as my dress pools at my feet. Stepping out and kicking the material aside, I ease my thumbs beneath my lacey black thong and push it down while Garret hastily removes his slacks and pants. Standing gloriously and unashamedly naked before him, Axel’s amber eyes drag over the length of our bodies, desire clearly swirling in their depths despite the lack of light.
“Kiss her,” Axel orders, bringing his thumb up to rub across his bottom lip. Garrett turns and drags me into his body in the same movement, a gasp leaving my lips which he uses to push his tongue into my mouth. There’s never soft caresses or gentle kisses with Garrett and this is what I need right now. A moan escapes me, desire zipping through my core the way I’d expected it to earlier with Huxley. Garrett’s tongue devours me hungrily, his fingers digging into my underarms and his solid erection already nudging at my abdomen. Molten heat sets me on fire with the need for a brief escape from the world.
“Is she wet for us?” Axel’s voice drifts across the room, Garrett’s hand immediately sliding down to my ass and dipping between the cheeks. We both groan into each other’s mouths at the feel of how wet I am, Garrett’s long digit easily pushing inside of me. I nibble on his bottom lip and trail kisses down his neck as he pumps his finger in and out, adding a second for good measure.
“She’s soaking for us,” Garrett’s voice is strained, his muscles bunched beneath my fingertips. “What’s next?” He asks with clear desperation on his voice.
“Put your hands behind your back and keep them there while Avery does whatever she wants with you.” Garrett’s fingers still inside of me but he doesn’t let go, his nails digging into my hip and his chest heaving beneath my lips. When I’m sure he’s about to refuse and bend me over like a rag doll, he removes his hands so quickly, I gasp at the sudden loss of contact. Clasping his hands behind him, Garrett’s stares upwards, trembling with desire. I cut a glance to Axel who is smirking like he’s having the time of his life and gestures for me to continue my assault.
Firstly, I graze my teeth along his collar bone and place kisses across his chest. I run the pad of my tongue over his nipple and he hisses, holding himself surprisingly still as I repeat the process on the other side, giving the bud a little bite. Carving a path through his valley of abs with my mouth, it doesn’t escape me he’s fully shaven as I drop to my knees on the soft rug. Starting from his ankles, I slowly scrape my fingernails up his calves, along the inside of his thighs and stop short of his balls. His frustration is clear by his growls but I’m having way too much fun to stop. Painting featherlight circles across his groin with my fingers, I lean forward as if I’m going to take him in my mouth, stopping short and smile up at him wickedly.
Snarling, Garrett’s hands unexpectedly shoot out to grab the back of my head and hold me in place as he
