Chapter 7 Evan
EVAN
The young brunette closes the door behind me, and I turn the lock.
Letting out a long breath, I traipse over to the leather sofa and drop onto it.
Magazines litter the coffee table, and I pick one up with a smile on my face.
I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t top-shelf magazines.
Flipping through the pages, there’s nothing that resembles Scarlett Johansson.
I’ve seen enough tits and ass in my time, I don’t need a magazine for a visual.
The sample pot rests on a side table between the sofa and the sink. I lift it, unscrew the lid, and place it on the coffee table in front of me.
Leaning back on the couch, I unzip my trousers, shove down my boxers and stare at my limp dick. I imagine the last woman I slept with, then a woman I met on a train, then my mind drifts to my uni girlfriend on her knees sucking me off.
Fisting my semi, I close my eyes, remembering those days.
“I’ve always wanted to try two men at the same time,” Emilie says, chewing on her purple nails.
Nate’s eyebrows practically shoot off his head.
But I’m not surprised. I know this girl and she’s kinky as fuck.
I keep telling Nate the fine art department is where he needs to be, but he only has eyes for one girl, and she’s too busy to notice him, spending all her time with some bohemian guitar player.
After listening to Emilie tell us her deepest desires, I can’t help the smile that unfurls on my lips, taking in Nate’s red cheeks as Emilie crawls over to him on her knees in our dorm room.
She sets her phone on the desk, her playlist already on the second song. “What do you say, Nate? Want to have some fun?” She’s already unbuttoning his jeans before he can give her an answer.
He gapes at me with panic in his brown eyes, almost as if he’s searching for my permission. When I give him a smile and a nod, his shoulders relax, and he knocks back another swig from the tequila bottle before handing it to me.
I’m usually a jealous boyfriend, but watching Emilie take out my best friend’s cock and run her tongue along his semi-hard length to the slit has my dick hardening beneath my zipper.
Nate hardens right in front of me as my girlfriend swallows him deeper. “Fuck,” he hisses, his eyelids fluttering closed. He’s big. So fucking big, her eyes water.
She pops him from her mouth. “Woah, big boy, don’t come yet.” She climbs up his frame as if mounting a stallion and straddles his waist while she kisses him.
Nate eyeballs me again, silently asking if this is still okay, but he relaxes when I beam at him with a dopey fucking grin. If he were any other lad kissing my girlfriend, I’d have probably knocked him out by now, but the scene before me is hot as fuck.
Emilie grinds against him. “I want your fat cock inside of me while Evan takes me from behind.” Her claws scratch at Nate’s Coldplay t-shirt, and with one hand, he reaches behind him and lifts it off in one swoop, revealing his soft stomach and a light dusting of hair on his chest. He’s strong and bigger than me, but I’m more toned. Nate’s never been one for the gym.
“Whatever you say, sweetheart,” he says, gripping her tiny little ass in his large hands.
Between the two of us, I wonder if we’ll break her in two, but the girl wants what the girl wants, and with the buzz of alcohol running through my veins, I’m more than happy to oblige.
Emilie climbs from his lap and tugs the zip on her leather skirt. Her head tilts towards me. “You just gonna sit there, or help me out of these clothes?” She smiles with a twinkle in her eyes, and I’m all too eager to relieve her of her tight lace top and skirt.
I slip my hand between her thighs, rubbing my fingers against the drenched fabric of her knickers.
“Fuck, baby, you’re soaked.” I wrap her hair around my fist and tug her head back so I can claim her mouth, tasting the tequila on her tongue along with something salty that I’ve never tasted before.
My cock twitches, reminding me I need to set it free.
Glancing over my girlfriend’s shoulder, Nate’s eyes zero in on my hand teasing her dripping cunt. Nate’s flushed cheeks only spur me on to put on a show for him.
“Take your knickers off. I want you to show Nate your greedy pussy and how wet you are for his dick.”
Nate’s eyes flick to mine, almost shocked at my filthy mouth, but Emilie loves my dirty talk. She’s my dirty girl and tonight she’s not just mine. She’s ours.
Before I shed my clothes, I open my desk drawer and pull out two condoms. I toss one to Nate, who makes quick work of putting it on, while Emilie shimmies off the rest of her clothes.
She’s not as curvy as the girls I usually go for. She’s more slender with small, perky tits, but I like her adventurous side. “Evan, grab the lube. It’s in my purse.”
Nate lies back on his single bed as she climbs him like a mountain and straddles him, wasting no time sinking down on his cock.
A pained expression mars his features, and I know the look all too well.
He’s trying not to come. Fuck, I think I might come from the sight alone.
This is so fucked-up, watching my best friend and my girlfriend fuck, but I’m mesmerised.
Emilie snaps me from my trance with a breathy moan as she barks more orders at me. “Lube me up, Evan. Get me ready for you.”
Whipping off the last of my clothes, I stalk over to the bed and kneel behind her, between Nate’s large thighs.
I unscrew the cap from the tube and squeeze it into my palm.
My dick leaks from the tip as I slide my fingers between her cheeks and find her tight little hole.
It’s not the first time I’ve touched her here.
She told me when we met, she liked anal.
But it’s the first time I’ve done anything like this with another lad, and I sure as hell never imagined this scenario with my best friend.
Nate’s eyes are shut tight. He’s zoned out, probably doesn’t want to see me, or it might ruin the moment. Unlike me. I can’t take my fucking eyes off him.
My fingers slip inside her. She cries out a guttural moan as I stroke inside her ass, massaging her there and stretching her, readying her for my cock.
I slip in another finger, causing another moan.
“Lean forward, sweetheart.” I coax her down against Nate’s chest, spreading her wide.
Her puckered ass is ripe for the taking and fuck me, my best friend’s cock buried inside her pussy is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
Before I shoot my load all over her arse, I push into her. “Em, you’re so tight.”
“Evan, this feels…”
I push in another inch, not wanting to hurt her. “Are you okay?”
“Yes. Oh, Evan. I’m so full.”
“Fuck, Ev,” Nate says, still squeezing his eyes shut. “I can feel you. Jeez, fuck.” If it weren’t for the tequila dulling some of our senses, we’d both be done already.
“Can I move, baby?” I ask, her tight ass squeezing the life out of me.
“Yes. Fuck me.” She rocks her hips, pushing back against me, and I feel Nate inside her pussy.
A thin wall separates me from rubbing up against Nate.
Holy shit. I didn’t think I could be turned-on any more than I already am, but with the feel of Nate’s big cock, I’m ready to burst and shatter into a million pieces.
I reach around Emilie’s tiny frame, wedging my hand between her and Nate, searching for her clit. Nate’s dick splits my fingers where he enters her. I freeze. I’m touching Nate’s cock, the edge of the rubber sheathing him is at the end of my fingertips.
His eyes flick open, his gaze locking onto mine.
I wipe the sweat from my upper lip with my clammy palm.
And slide my hand back, finding Emilie’s little bundle of nerves.
“Come, baby. I won’t fucking last.” Now I’m the one squeezing my eyes shut, praying I’ll last long enough to give her the experience she’s fantasised about, but now I have a new fantasy of my own.
One I don’t think I’ll ever be able to top.
I open my eyes to the sterile room and reach for the empty pot as my balls draw up tight. My stomach tenses, and with thoughts of that night, cum fills the plastic container. I drop my head back, my wrist aches, but I’m so blissed out after the best hand job I’ve ever given myself.
A smile quirks my lips. Emilie was good fun, but more of a free spirit.
She wasn’t the settling-down kind of girl.
Neither was I back then. I examine the large sample I’ve just produced, and can’t help but want to have a family of my own someday.
For now, I’ll settle for being a great fucking uncle, and who knows, maybe they’ll make me a godparent or something.
If that’s the closest I get to a family, I’ll take it.