Chapter 12 Nora
NORA
My heart’s beating right out of my chest. I might combust at any minute. My throat tightens, making it difficult to form any words. This is dangerous yet exhilarating, like teetering on the edge of a cliff, and it could give way at any minute and bury our friendship along with it.
Our homemade movie plays on the TV, my moans filling the room, but I can’t tear my eyes away from Evan’s magnificent cock wrapped tight in his grip, the tip leaking pre-cum. The pearly liquid is the medicine I need to solve all my problems.
“I said take off your knickers.” His voice is deep and demanding. Nothing like I’ve ever heard before. Not from him, anyway.
“It’s okay, baby.” Nate’s sweet voice pulls my gaze to his. He nods in approval, a dopey smile on his face.
My body burns with need. My knickers are already soaked. I hope he doesn’t notice a wet patch. I swallow hard against the lump in my throat. Who am I kidding? He’s going to be deep inside me soon enough. He’s going to know firsthand how wet I am.
I slide my hands up my dress and tug at my knickers, cursing myself for not wearing something sexier. As soon as they’re at my ankles, I step out of them and screw my big knickers into a ball before tossing them into the laundry hamper next to the set of drawers.
“Good girl,” Evan says, and the words make my clit tingle.
My whole body thrums with anticipation, jolts of pleasure pulse through me, my nipples stand erect, and my walls clench with each heavy breath. I shouldn’t be this turned-on by my husband’s best friend. Our friend. Is this how that girl at uni felt? Having them both?
“Straddle your husband,” Evan says, softer now, but his cock is still hard as ever, jutting out from his body as if pointing to Nate and directing me where he wants me.
I waste no time in doing as he instructed. I wanted this. I need this. I just never expected it would be this hot. Or embarrassing. My body trembles. My arms shake as I hold myself above Nate on all fours, my knees on either side of his hips.
Nate’s firm hands grip my cheeks. “Focus on me, baby.” He brushes the hair out of my face, and I peer down at him. “That’s it. Just relax, we've got you.”
We. The word makes me quiver and throb all over again.
“Get her ready for me, Nate.” Evan sounds almost pained. Tight. Dominant. Wild.
This is really happening.
Nate’s fingers circle my clit, then slip inside me. “She’s soaked.” His brown eyes darken, heated with desire and burning into me, but there’s no jealousy there, only fire.
A hand slides up my thigh, under my dress. Evan pauses. “Is this okay?”
“Yes,” I squeak.
He squeezes my bare cheek.
I freeze.
Evan’s hand is on my arse. His palm caressing my naked flesh.
My head dips and I burrow it into Nate’s neck, wanting to hide my embarrassment.
Nate kisses the side of my head as I tremble uncontrollably against his chest.
Thank goodness I’m still fully clothed—well, sans my big knickers. It took me ages to feel comfortable enough to let Nate see me naked. That was eighteen years ago. Things aren’t as perky as they once were.
“If you want me to stop, Nora, tell me now,” Evan says, giving my cheek another squeeze.
“Please don’t stop,” I say, my voice nothing but a breathy whisper. I need this.
My legs shake as Nate circles my clit and the soft tip of Evan’s cock slides against my folds, then pushes into me. “Oh, gosh.”
My moans echo in the room. The TV is still playing our DIY porno, but it’s nothing compared to my husband’s best friend’s cock inching its way inside me.
“Oh my gosh, Nate.” I drop my head to hide my face again, the embarrassment taking over.
Does my arse look huge like this? Is my dress covering me, or can he see my full round cheeks?
What’s going through his head? From the feel of him, I’d say he’s turned-on, but is it because of me or is he thinking of someone else?
“Nora.” Nate grips my face between his finger and thumb. Our eyes connect. “Focus on me, dimples.” He pulls my face to his and presses his lips against mine in a brutal, possessive way. “Eyes on me while Evan puts a baby in you.”
Evan thrusts faster. “Make her come, Nate. I don’t know how much longer I can last.”
Nate’s lips curve upwards into a sexy smirk. “Hear that, baby? You got Evan coming all too soon.”
“Just rub her clit and make her come, damn it.”
Nate runs circles around my sensitive bud, making my legs shake. “My wife has the softest pussy, right?”
“Fuck,” Evan groans. “So fucking good.”
“You should try tasting her. She has the sweetest fucking cunt I’ve ever tasted.”
If my cheeks weren’t already on fire, they are now, but with Nate’s words and thoughts of him and Evan both tasting me, I’m jumping off the cliff headfirst.
My body shakes, white heat blinding me as I dive into a crashing wave at the bottom of the cliff. It takes me away with it, pleasure washing over me again and again.
“That’s it, doodles, come for us. Come all over my cock.” Evan grunts into me, the sound feral and wild and totally pornographic with the slapping of flesh. The TV echos Nate’s moans mingled with mine.
Evan thickens inside me, each thrust slapping into me until I’m pounded against Nate’s large chest. Warmth fills me. The squelching sounds so dirty, but magical at the same time, like music to my ears. It’s done. This could be the day I conceive.
My stomach flutters. My body is light as a feather.
Nate’s big arms wrap around me, and he kisses my forehead. “You did brilliant, dimples.”
Evan leans against the bottom of my back, catching his breath. His palm slides down my spine over my cotton dress. “You okay, doodles?”
“Mm-hmm.” I press my lips together, unable to form words or move.
Evan slips out of me. His lips brush my arse cheek before cotton fabric slides over my backside.
He kissed my arse?
I should be mortified, but I’m blissed out in my husband’s arms with the possibility of becoming pregnant more real than it's ever been. Evan has given us a gift. The sex might have been quick, but what he’s done for us is nothing short of miraculous and beautiful.