She’s standing by the bed, wearing leggings, a sports bra, and an oversized sweater.
I’m in black joggers and a Wolves t-shirt.
And we’re both waiting for Aven to take the lead.
“Do you want him to get rid of his shirt, Fallon?” Aven asks. “Let us both see his chest and abs?”
We’re standing so she has a clear view of his face. Even if we move to the bed, I’ll make sure that’s true. It’s not just about reading his lips, it’s about watching his eyes and knowing she can trust him.
Fallon smiles at Aven’s direction and I reach for the back of my collar while Fallon lifts the hem. I toss my shirt in an arc toward the hamper. Her fingers play with the waistband of my sweats, but she looks to Aven before she goes any further.
“Hell, yes,” he says. “If that’s what you want, Fallon, then do it. Take his pants off and let us see that ass he’s always bragging about.”
She doesn’t just obey his words, she slips her fingers under the elastic and drops to her damn knees in front of me as she peels them off.
It surprises no one that I’m naked under my joggers, and Fallon licks her lips as she takes in the view. My cock responds and I swear to god it reaches for her, desperate for her lips.
I turn my head to see that Aven’s fully hard now, gripping his dick. He’s got the top button his jeans undone, and his shirt is riding up just enough to show some skin.
“Do it,” he tells me, a smile in his voice. I know he’s not telling me to slip my cock between Fallon’s lips. It’s too soon for that. Placing my hands on her shoulders, I tug her upward, letting her body drag against mine as I bring her up to a standing position.
“This has to go,” I tell her, grabbing a fistful of her loose cotton sweater in my grip. Her eyes flick to Aven’s and my cock surges. God, I love this. He must smile or nod in response because she lifts her arms. Her shirt is gone in two seconds, leaving her in just her sports bra. I take two steps back and to the side, so I’m behind her now and we’re both facing Aven. My hands trace a path up her ribcage and breach the band of her tight little top. She arches her back as I lift her bra up over her head, releasing her breasts.
Aven’s face is full of wonder. “Fuck,” he mutters.
My hands return to her waist and idle there, but that’s no hardship.
“Damn, her skin looks soft,” Aven says. “Taste it. Kiss her, right there, behind her ear.”
He’s purposely drawing this out, but I have no complaints. Her peach scent is on my lips as they press against her skin. I feel Fallon shiver against me. It’s both the contact of my body on hers and the fact that Aven’s eyes are trained on us.
“Your wife is a fucking goddess, Jablonski, and you need to worship her. Cup those pretty tits. Feel the weight of them in your hands.”
At the mere suggestion, Fallon arches her back and thrust her chest in Aven’s direction. When my hands glide up to wrap around the full swell of her breasts, she gasps. The view from here is incredible. I watch as her lips part and her nipples harden. My thumbs caress her soft flesh and my touch is just short of what she needs. She squirms a little, trying to force the contact between my fingers and the sensitive tips of her breasts, but I keep satisfaction just out of reach.
Until she says my name.
“Ollie,” she pants, breathless and eager. That’s myundoing. She’s here with both of us. She’s acting out a fantasy.
And the word that falls from her lips is my name.
I give her what she wants, and not just because it’s what I want, too. Not just because Aven is watching, his zipper down, his cock in his hand.
I give it to her because I can’t deny her anything. I play with her tits, softly kneading them lazily, then pinching her nipples just hard enough to make her clench her thighs.
She’s leaning into me, and I know she feels my hard cock as it presses into her back. Her head lolls onto my chest and I can see the flush of her cheeks and the hungry look in her eyes.
“Fuck,” Aven murmurs, stroking his cock. “You think this is making her wet?”
I see Fallon’s lips transform into a smile. I know damn well she’s wet. Her panties are soaked, and she wants me to find her dripping for me.
My left hand keeps touching her breasts, while my right hand delves between her thighs to cup her over her leggings. I can feel her heat through the layers of fabric. She’s tilting her hips up, dying to connect her center with the palm of my hand.
“Yeah, I do,” I tell him.
“Maybe you should check,” he answers back. “That okay with you, Fallon? If he slips his hand inside your panties. If he runs his finger along your slit to see if you’re as turned on as we are?”
“Yes,” she breathes, arching up as if she can’t quite help herself.
