Chapter 27
Eric
I t didn't take a genius to see that she was into Ryan. The tightening around my shaft at the sight of him, the wicked glint in her eyes at the sound of his voice, the full-fledged rippling of her body and the arching of her back as she moaned into his ear. If I were another man, I'd have been offended and hurt. I expected that's the way I'd feel if she let any other man get close to her. But I was surprised at the clenching of my own belly and loss of control over my body as I gripped her hips and exploded in her tight pussy, the thought of them both fucking while I watched, the catalyst.
"That was incredibbble." She fell flat on her stomach, convulsing as I rolled off next to her.
It was. I thought our reunion sex was the best I'd ever had. When I woke up this morning and realized it wasn't a dream, I thought that was also the best sex I'd ever had. But this here, seeing her react to my best friend that way as I fucked her? Mind-blowing. Sex with her just kept getting better and better. But what did that say about me? That I'd like to share her with my friend.
Ask any straight man what kind of threesome they'd want, they'll tell you two women, and he's the only guy. Ask me, and I'm hard thinking about her pussy being stretched by one of my friends. Sharing the woman I love with a guy I love and trust, it scared me how naturally the thought occurred to me. It scared me because I wasn't sure if it meant I loved her enough. If I did, I'd want her all to myself.
Or was that possession? Holding her back from experiencing more because I thought I owned her? Sure, I didn't want to lose her, but I got pleasure from watching her experience pleasure, from feeling her body react to the pleasure she was receiving, and from hearing her nasty moans. The thought of having the privilege of hearing her make sounds she'd never make with me was steaming, Ryan fucking her while she sucked on my cock.
"Why are you so quiet?" She snuggled into me. "What are you thinking about?"
"Huh?" I smiled at her, pulling myself away from the scene playing out in my head.
There was no hiding that she found my best friend attractive, but it could be limited to just fantasies. The thought of it might be what turned her on, what turned me on. Putting it into action might arouse a new set of feelings we weren't ready for.
As I said, I didn't want to lose her again. I'd had her back in my life for a couple of weeks, but I'd only had her trust me like this for the past two days. I couldn't be bringing up ideas of her fucking my best friend, when we hadn't found our groove yet. We didn't know where we stood.
I'd go out of my mind if she became so offended that she decided I didn't value her enough and left me. What then? We'd be back at square one where I'd be trying to win her trust back all over again, because I didn't want anyone else but her. And I couldn't expect her to be willing to forgive my fuck-ups all the time. People have a breaking point. I couldn't take the risk of losing her.
And if I was being honest, having her was worth the work, but having to jump through hoops to get to her all the time was tiring, nerve-racking, and painful. I loved it when she trusted me, when she let me hold her like this so that I could bask in the flowery scent of her hair and the warmth of her body. When she sighed into my side and stroked my skin, bringing me comfort. I didn't love it when she viewed me as something to be scorned or when pain swirled around in her eyes when she looked at me.
I didn't blame her for being scared of men. It's not like her childhood taught her men weren't shit, but she grew up and experienced men for herself in a way that helped her appreciate them, because the men along the way hadn't been kind to her either. It made sense that she had a barrier. While I would prefer that she didn'
I have that portcullis there, waiting to be pulled down the moment something triggers her, I get it. I get that I might be walking on eggshells with her for a while. I know what I've signed up for.
But I'm hoping one day, she'll see that I'm worth her forgiveness, whenever I inevitably fuck up. I hope she'll believe me a little more every single day when I tell her how much I love her. Because I do. Despite the suspicious part of me that would take pleasure in seeing her being fucked by my best friend.
I pulled her tighter against me, keeping my secret fantasy to myself and kissing her forehead as my eyes grew heavy.
She sighed. "I wish we could stay like this forever."
I grinned and stroked her scalp. "We'd have to go inside at some point. You'd grow tired of the bugs," I said as the tickle of something I couldn't see, crawling on my leg, startled me.
"You mean, you'd get tired of the bugs." She laughed as I shook my leg to get it off.
"I'm fine with bugs," I quipped.
"Sure, you are," she teased. "But you're probably right. We should go in."
"Or we could eat, right?" I said, eyeing the basket of untouched food. "The guys have everything under control, and I'm starving." I groaned, getting up and looking for my underwear.
When I pulled them over my legs, she stopped me.
"You can keep them off." She blushed. "I like the view."
I caught her looking at my ass, and I laughed, hesitating before pulling them on. "I think I better cover up before you mistake me for meat and devour me again. I need a night's rest before another round with you." I winked.
"Oh yeah, that's right. You beat your own record." She grinned, getting up to straighten the blanket and pillows.
"What?" I asked, grabbing the food and carrying it over to her.
"You lasted longer than a few minutes." She snickered as I let my mouth drop open.
"I told you I could go longer than a few minutes, you nasty freak." I reached down to pull her in for a hard peck, nipping her lip and pulling away. "And I bet you're still horny as hell, aren't you?" I asked.
She popped a sausage into her mouth and shrugged, smiling.
"You're insatiable!" I laughed aloud, holding off the thought that it would take more than one man to satisfy that greedy appetite.