At the beginning of our relationship, those words would have had me soaked through. Now? Just a smear of dread. While sex would be perfectly pleasant, it just wasn’t the same when you want to be torn from your own body and rammed back in again. Metaphorically, obviously.
‘You’re not going, are you?’ Elliott said, passing a beer to Jake and pretending to be wounded. ‘Don’t be such a lightweight.’
‘You know my girl comes first,’ Jake replied, still taking the beer and swallowing a deep glug.
‘It’s okay. I’ll hit the bathroom, freshen up, and be back in ten. You finish your beer and your chat.’
I slipped off my heels at the base of the ornate staircase and headed for the main guest bathroom. I’d been in the house often enough to know the layout, and while there was a downstairs toilet, the windows faced the back garden. More than needing to use the facilities, I just wanted ten minutes of peace.
The party noise faded as I reached the first floor, softening into a rabble of music and laughter. The bathroom doorknob stuttered under my hand, clearly locked.
Damn.
I inhaled deeply, letting the air fill my chest until it burned. The painted wall was cool against my back as I waited for the bathroom to free up.
Two breaths later, a soft sound flitted over me.
What’s that?
A soft, gagging sound. Followed by a moan. The door at the end of the corridor lay ajar, tempting me closer. Beyond the gap,the room was bathed in darkness. For a moment, I thought I’d imagined the noises. But no, there they were. A gurgle. A cough.
Agood girl.
My thighs clenched.
I pressed the door open a tad, just enough to see the inhabitants. A teammate of Jake’s and his sweet as pie wife. The woman usually looked like the perfect trophy wife. Sweet, demure, like butter wouldn’t melt.
Much to my surprise, she was on her knees, pinned between the bed and her husband’s hips. His hand tangled in her hair, forcing her pretty face down onto his dick. I couldn’t see her hand, but her arm was wedged between her thighs, moving in time with his lusty thrusts down her throat.
‘That’s it, love. You always take me so well. God, I’m going to fuck the ever-loving daylights out of you when you get home.’
He pulled her off of him, a great string of saliva connecting the swollen head of his dick to her puffy lips.
‘Please,’ she begged, her voice high and spacey, like she was lost in a trance. ‘Fuck me here?’
‘You want all of my teammates to hear you squealing like a slut?’
She nodded, his hand still tight in their hair. ‘Please, Tom? Don’t make me wait.’
Did people really just ask for what they wanted? Out loud? Without getting laughed at? I’d dropped enough hints with Jake, but I’d never outright begged him to be rough. Maybe I should?
Tom picked his wife up and threw her on the bed, grabbing her by the hips and hauling her back to the edge so her ass was presented for him.
A floorboard creaked behind me, but I didn’t turn. Couldn’t. My thighs were already tense, my breath short.
‘You’re not going to watch them fuck, are you?’
A hand slammed over my mouth, muffling my scream as I was yanked back from the door.
Drew.
Drew pinned me against the wall, his hand remaining fixed over my lips.
‘Tsk, tsk. Caught myself a filthy little peeping tom. Tell me, sweetheart—what would Jake say if he knew you were dripping over his mates?’
His eyes glittered darkly, and I considered kneeing him in his stupid balls. Slowly, he slipped his fingers down to my throat, tightening them on either side. I should have screamed. Cussed him out.I hated him. But my stomach flipped at the way he held me.
His eyes scanned my face as if he were reading every filthy thought I was trying to swallow.
