Chapter 26 Evan
EVAN
The screen goes blank, and with the TV muted, the silence is back. Only now ten times more charged with my hand under Nora’s dress. I don’t move. Can’t move. My chest rising and falling rapidly with each jagged inhale.
Her hand still holding mine tight as if willing it to move higher, to touch her intimate parts, but I’m frozen without Nate. Not sure what I’m allowed to touch and whose permission I need. Nora’s? Nate’s? Both?
My laptop’s on the coffee table where I left it earlier, almost forgotten. I reach for it, fingers clumsier than ever. “I need a bigger screen, too,” I say quietly, more to myself than anyone else, and when I open it and then the conference app, Nate’s already calling.
With shaky fingers, I accept the call and turn the audio up. He fills the screen, shirt open at the neck, leaning back in the hotel chair, a glass of clear liquid in hand.
“Should we take this to the bedroom?” Nora’s quiet, unsure, like she doesn’t know how to navigate this either.
“I want you both to be comfortable,” Nate says as he undoes another button on his shirt.
Nora rises from the sofa and takes my hand. I grab onto it and hold the laptop in the other as she leads me up the stairs to their bedroom. She bends to click on a lamp, giving the bed a warm, inviting glow.
I’ve stood in this room before for reasons I could justify.
This time, there’s no pretending. I know exactly why my hands are shaking as I follow Nora to her bed.
I’m here for a reason. I know that. But this feels different.
This is more than just donating something.
I want her. I want her so much my cock aches, my whole body on fire like I’ve walked straight into an incinerator.
Nora takes the laptop from me and positions it on her dressing table, then sits in front of it on her bed and lifts her dress over her head.
I’m frozen in place, keeping my hands at my sides while I wait for either of them to instruct me.
A million scenarios race through my head.
I know I’m overthinking everything right now, some outcomes good, some bad, but all of them ending with the inevitable.
Me, balls deep inside my best friend’s wife and loving every minute.
Guilt claws its way up my throat. I shouldn’t be enjoying this.
Shouldn’t want this for my personal sexually gratifying reasons, but I can’t help it.
The heart wants what the heart wants, and so does my dick.
Nora peeks up at me in nothing but her white bra and knickers, her long hair falling over her breasts in waves. She shivers as if she’s cold, but there’s enough heat in the room to burn us both to ash.
“You good, dimples?” Nate’s voice reminds me he’s still on-screen. Watching. Waiting. Wanting.
“Yes.” She holds her hand out, and I step closer, taking her trembling fingers in mine.
“How do you want to do this?”
She rises from the bed. Her face a breath away, tugging at my t-shirt. “I don’t know. How do you want to do it?”
I pull off my t-shirt and gaze at the woman before me, wanting to kiss her. Needing to kiss her, but holding back until I get the green light.
“Ev,” Nate’s voice is soft and calm, pulling me out of my head. “Stop overthinking. I want to watch you pleasure my wife.”
Pleasure. The word rings in my head like a siren. Not fuck a baby into her, not get her pregnant, but simply pleasure her.
“Kiss her,” he says, harder now, more dominant and demanding.
Despite being breathless, I crash my lips to hers, my tongue wasting no time slipping between her lips as I lap up her small whimpers.
My hands wrap around her body, roaming over the soft flesh on her back.
“Take her bra off,” Nate says as if he’s in the room with us.
I do as he asks, still devouring Nora’s mouth as if it holds the oxygen I need to breathe.
Her fingers fumble with the belt and button on my cargo trousers, then her warm hand wraps around my cock.
I groan into her mouth as she strokes me, her fingers like velvet. “That feels so good, doodles.”
“Touch me,” she whispers against my lips.
I slide my hands over her soft skin and cup her heavy breasts in my palms, caressing her nipples, my mouth still kissing hers, never wanting to be parted from her lips.
“Are you wet, dimples?”
“Yes,” Nora says on an exhale, her legs shaking against mine.
“Ev, dip your fingers into my wife’s pussy. Show me how wet she is for you.”
I glide my knuckles over her round stomach until I reach the waistband of her knickers. “Is this okay?” I whisper against her lips.
She nods, her body shaking under my touch as I slip my hand underneath the cotton fabric, over the light dusting of hair on her pussy.
“Open up for me, beautiful.”
She widens her stance on shaky legs. The heat between her clenched thighs soaks my fingers.
“Fuck, Nora.” I slide two fingers inside her with ease, letting her arousal coat my skin. “You’re sopping wet.” I slip my fingers out, sliding up between her folds, finding her sensitive bud. “So fucking wet, Nora,” I say against her lips, my voice rough as I try to keep control.
“Show me,” Nate says, his own voice laced with restraint.
I lift my hand from her pussy and hold my fingers in front of the laptop camera, her arousal webbing between my digits.
“Fuck. Is all that for Evan?”
“Yes. And you.”
“What about Ev, baby? Is he hard?”
“So hard,” Nora whimpers, peering up at me through her lashes.
“Show me. Take his cock out. I want to see how hard he is for you.”
I drop my hands to my sides and let Nora slide my cargo trousers down my thighs. My cock springs free of my boxers and juts out, seeking the heat between her thighs. I dip my head, kissing Nora’s jaw up to her ear, then whisper, “Ask him if he’s as hard as I am. Tell him you want to see.”
She sucks in a breath, then faces the screen. “Are you hard, Nate? Take your clothes off. I want to see you too.”
Nate slowly unbuckles his belt, then slides his trousers and boxers down his thighs. His thick, veiny cock reaches his navel, and he tugs at it, stroking it with a groan. “I wish I were there with you now. This is so fucking hot.”
I step out of my clothes and tug off my socks, now completely naked. This has moved on from function to pure fantasy. I dip my head and capture Nora’s mouth again, needing her lips on me.
“She tastes good, doesn’t she?” Nate groans.
“So good,” I murmur against her lips, unable to satisfy this thirst I have for her.
“You should taste her pussy. She likes it when I flick my tongue over her clit and curl my fingers inside her.”
Holy shit. I tug at Nora’s knickers, almost tearing them in urgency as I crave to taste her.
“You don’t have to—”
“Shh, doodles. I want to.” I coax her back on the bed and spread her legs, opening her wide for me and the camera. “Is this still okay?”
“Gosh, yes. Please kiss me.” Her fists clench the sheets, her legs trembling.
I drop to my knees in front of her spread legs on the edge of the bed. “Here?” My lips press against her inner thigh, her arousal making me high, feral even, like she’s in heat and her scent is her mating call. But nothing about this is practical or about getting Nora pregnant. Stop overthinking.
“Evan. I need…”
I kiss farther up her thigh. “Need what, doodles?”
“You. Your mouth. There.” Her toes curl, her feet gripping the edge of the bed, lifting herself up on her elbows as I blow over her sensitive flesh.
“Here?” I press a kiss to her folds, then slide my tongue between her seam, licking the arousal there and tasting her essence.
She trembles. Her breath escapes short and ragged, like panting bursts of excitement. “Yes. Ev. Oh.”
“You’re beautiful, Nora.” I lick her slit again, then spread her plump lips apart with my finger and thumb.
Her pink bud glistens in the light from the laptop like a glazed cherry begging to be sucked.
“So fucking beautiful.” I circle her clit with my tongue before burying my face between her legs and devouring her.
“Ev, I’m close.” Her raspy words between moans spur me on, and I slip my fingers inside her, desperate for her walls to clamp around my digits.
“Let it go, baby,” Nate’s voice behind me is soothing, as if giving his permission for what we’re doing. “Come for Ev. You two look so fucking hot together. I could watch you all night.”
Nora grinds her pussy against my face, her moans filling the room, her hips lifting off the bed, squeaking the mattress springs with each thrust. She holds my head in place by the scruff of my hair, my glasses steam up with her heat, but I can’t stop licking her clit, moving in rhythm with her hips.
“I’m…” She moves her hips faster, and fists my hair tighter. “I’m coming.” Her walls clamp down around my fingers, and my dick twitches as if it knows it’s next.
“That’s it. Good girl.” I wrap my lips around her clit with sloppy kisses, breathing heavily against her as her aftershocks pulse around my fingers.
Her legs jerk in my hold as I work my lips over her mound, her beautiful round stomach, that I hope to fill with my child one day, then trail my lips up the valley of her breasts until I’m kissing her neck.
“Such a good girl,” I tell her, knowing she likes praise.
“Tell him he’s a good boy, Nora,” Nate says behind me.
Nora catches her breath and smiles with hooded eyes. “Good boy,” she says, following Nate’s instruction, and I can’t deny my cock doesn’t hate the sentiment.
Bent over Nora, I twist to the screen, taking in the smirk on Nate’s face.
From this angle Nate has a pretty good view of my arse, and I kinda like that too.
He leans forward on-screen as if to get a better view.
My tight hole on show in the small camera window.
Does he like what he sees? Or shall I move to give him a side view of both of us while I fuck Nora?
I decide on the latter despite wanting Nate to touch me there.
He’s not here. Nor is he into the stuff I sometimes allow myself to fantasise.