Page 21 of Freak
“You’re hiding something underneath this pretty dress.” Her mouth opened, intrigued. “Leather and straps? Buckles and chains?”
“All the things that make me a freak,” I said, self-assured.
“We like to play rough, but we always play nice,” Rafael said over my shoulder, kissing it. His cock was so hard against me, brushing over my ass and Ivanna’s hand.
She looked right at him, her dark eyes full of excitement. I kissed her chin and cheek as she stared into Rafael. He leaned over me and his forehead touched hers.
There was something about him doing that.
Something invigorating.
There wasn’t an ounce of insecurity that stopped me from feeling the pleasures that were long suppressed by man.
And when Rafael kissed Ivanna—when his tongue slipped over hers and she moaned—it made me fucking wet.
The elevator finally dinged, and Rafael led us out, gripping my waist as we took turns stumbling to the door, kissing Ivanna.
The three of us were inseparable, clamoring for the key to enter our apartment, but having the hardest fucking time paying attention.
Ivanna kissed Rafael along his neck, laughing as I bit the spot behind her ear, inhaling the scent of sweet cherry smoke that was trapped on her skin.
“We could just fuck in the hall,” I said, running my hands up Ivanna’s corset. It was so tight against her tits, which were full and heavy in my hand. Fuck, I wanted to suck on them so bad, and by the look on Rafael’s face, he wanted to as well.
“In the stairwell,” Ivanna suggested. “I’ll bend you over the railing and lift that dress up.”
“Perfect height to eat that pretty pussy.” Rafael groaned, and I palmed his hard cock over his slacks. I thought his zipper was about to burst, and I could tell it ached him. “I don’t care who sees us. Let them watch.”
Ivanna chuckled, amused but horny out of her mind.
“You want that, babe?” she asked me, nipping at my jaw. “Can we fuck you like a slut in the stairwell?”
“Suck your clit?” Raf added.
“Finger your cunt?” Ivanna raked her nails on my back, and it burned in the best goddamn way.
I shuddered at the thought of being the object of their affection, but before I could even answer, the door finally unlocked, and we tumbled inside.
We trampled over each other in the dark, bumping into walls, ripping off useless pieces of clothing that got in our way. A pair of five-thousand-dollar red bottoms toppled to the floor, along with a Dior suit jacket which we carelessly stepped over.
Ivanna stopped kissing me. “What are your rules? As a couple?” she asked, attempting to catch her breath.
I looked up at Rafael, who had already unbuttoned one of the buttons on his dress shirt.
I knew Rafael craved the tease.
He needed the constraint; he needed the reward of obeying. I’d indulge my good boy, just as he deserved. “Rafael will only be watching, unless you invite him to join.”
Ivanna threw on a smirk.
“What are your rules?” I asked her.
“I love fucking couples. Especially sharing the beautiful woman in the relationship. My only rule… no strings attached.”
I nodded. Exactly how I wanted it.
“You can do whatever you want with me, but Rafael is mine to push around. You want something from him, you need to ask me first.”
Ivanna bit her full bottom lip. “Perfect.”
