“Jesus, Skye.”
“This is too much,” I breathed.
“Not enough,” I heard him whisper.
Charlie became faster.
“Skye.”
I pushed back again. Slowly. Quickly.
“Christ.”
I circled my hips. Pushed my hair over my shoulder. I heard him breathe against it. Our bodies were in a dance, a trance, lost to the world and oh, this wasn’t good for our friendship because I really wanted him to lick my underboob. Graze his teeth along the curve, take my nipple in his mouth.
“Is he done?” he murmured as I imagined him with his eyes closed, but the slow, shallow rutting against me didn’t stop.
“Soon,” I whispered, looking up and watching Charlie’s face contract. “Now. It’s now.”
Charlie cried out, spurting his orgasm onto Ruby’s beautiful body. The white streaks in stark contrast against her beautiful dark skin.
Margot jumped up. “Film that,” she said. “Smear it. Beautiful. Look how gorgeous she looks. Art. Fucking art. Guys?” She turned to find Will and I still together on the floor, his head bowed on my shoulder and my ass still against his cock. Margot smiled before raising an eyebrow.
“Take a minute, you two. Looks like you need it.”
7
Skye
“What the fuck?” I whispered to myself in the bathroom. I didn’t recognise myself in the mirror. My flushed cheeks and full lips showed the face of a wanton sex fiend. “Why did you do that? You rubbed your ass on his cock, Skye. What the flaming fuck?”
Will and I had prised ourselves from each other and I had retreated to the bathroom the same time he evacuated to another room. I had no idea what he was thinking. I knew he was turned on, but was it the beautiful people fucking in front of us or was it my ass was circling his erection? How could I be so risky? When I’d been so careful over the last five years not to make a move and jeopardise what we had, I potentially ruined our friendship in one night because I haven’t been laid in a while. I was supposed to keep my head. Remain professional. I had a plan to recite the alphabet backwards if my pussy gave so much as a tingle.
What happened to my plan?
Will’s erection happened, that’s what.
Oh God, how can I face him again?
I wafted myself with the book Margot had given me called The Art of Making Sex trying to tone down this I-really-want-to-be-fucked shade of red before I could consider leaving the bathroom.
“Knock knock.” Margot’s voice made me jump. I opened the door slowly and smiled. “Hi. Is everything OK?”
“Yeah, that was just…heated.”
“I could see,” she said, smirking. “I didn’t realise you and Will were together.”
“Oh, no, we’re not. He’s just a friend. We’ve known each other years,” I said rather quickly.
“Things seemed quite heated between the two of you.” Oh, shit. Even she saw it.
How the hell am I going to face him again?
“I think the atmosphere, and everything just got us a little…carried away.”
“He’s been asking for you. I said I’d bring you back to him.” I took one final look in the mirror, drew back my shoulders and followed Margot to the room where Will was chatting with one of the camera guys. “Here she is.”
I waved vaguely in his direction but couldn’t quite bring myself to give him eye-contact.
“You OK?” he asked.
“Yep. Fine.”
Don’t talk about it. The ass grinding. The moaning. Avoid the conversation and move on.
He nodded and took a sip of water. He’d rolled his shirt sleeves to his elbows revealing the arrow tattoo on his forearm and when I dared to glance at his face, he had a similar blush to my own. He cleared his throat and looked anywhere but at me.
“I got a bit flustered,” he said, rubbing his fingers across his forehead. “Must have been what we were…watching.” I mumbled something in return about them being a hot couple, the scene sexy and rich. “So, did you get everything you needed?” he asked. “Now’s the time to ask more questions if you…have any…that is.”
No. Not at all.
Not in the slightest.
I ache for you.
I need you more than ever.
“I think I’m good,” I said nonchalantly, picking up my bag from the sofa.
This was too much. I could still feel the tremor along my thighs, a shake, a flutter. I couldn’t look at him because the spell would be cast again and I’d feel the urge to risk it all, risk us and the friendship I needed so much.
Margot looked from Will to me and raised her eyebrows. I held my breath waiting for more words to seal our fate or plump up the awkward vibes. “Anyway, here’s a couple of films I did recently, which will be helpful. The focus is celebrating sexuality and diversity. There’s a same-sex couple and a guy who lost his lower leg through a car accident. It really shows how he’s redefined his sexuality and embraced the changes it’s brought to him.” Will looked confused and Margot leant in. “He absolutely loves reverse cowgirl.”
“Who doesn’t?” Will mumbled.
“Thanks so much,” I replied taking a deep breath. I wanted to move this conversation along. Leave it standing until the memory faded away and we could return to banter and friendship. “That’s so generous of you. Everything’s been really…generous.”
“Well, if you need anything else just give me a shout.”
I looked around at the cameras and lighting and wondered how the hell we were going to recreate this with little money and equipment that would only consist of Will’s camera and my mobile phone.
“Can I be bold as fuck?” I said.
“Why change the habit of a lifetime?” Will threw in.
“If we find the actors, write the script, set it all up, could we use your studio to film it?”
Margot sighed as she folded her arms. “You really are bold as fuck.”
“I don’t expect any further help. We’ll plan everything, get it all together. We just can’t possibly recreate this in my flat.”
Margot
