Chapter 2 #3
“All mine.” Petra slides her look to me. “There’s plenty of pizza left. Come grab a slice, Monk.”
“I’m not hungry,” I say, but my stomach betrays me with a monstrous growl.
“Oh, okay,” Petra laughs. “Might wanna tell your belly that. Come get some before it’s all gone.”
So I do.
Verity and I settle on the couch with two slices each.
Petra comes in and out. People dance and get drunk and make out all around us, but it feels like we’re insulated from the chaos.
We discuss a wide range of topics while we eat, everything from the Greeks, who just crossed over, to the new student body president and the halftime show at homecoming.
Verity seems suitably impressed that I arranged some of the music for the show, but I don’t offer much more.
I don’t want to make the conversation about me, when I could be learning as much as possible about Verity.
I’m fucked.
Am I crushing on a girl I just met last night, while I’m at her girlfriend’s place eating her food?
I don’t do cheating. Ever. I don’t accept it, and I don’t do it to other people.
Verity is the kind of woman who would make you break your rules, and I don’t trust myself not to pursue her, their relationship be damned.
So just for tonight, I let myself enjoy one of the prettiest girls I’ve ever met, eat free pizza, and drink cheap beer while Verity sticks to water and a few sips of Coke.
“You don’t drink?” I ask her, when we’ve been on the couch for probably a couple of hours and people are starting to leave.
“Not really.” She doesn’t offer further explanation, but looks up briefly to catch my eyes. Even though we’ve been talking for hours, she’s barely looked directly at me all night. Meanwhile, I can’t seem to keep my eyes off her longer than a minute.
For somebody who wasn’t even sure he was coming and promised himself he would only stay awhile, I’m still here when the room has almost cleared out. Finally the door closes behind the last person, and Petra flops down in the armchair across from us.
“Shit, I thought they’d never leave,” she says, blowing out an exhausted breath and stretching her arms overhead.
“I tried to tell you this little get-together was gonna become an all-nighter,” Verity teases. “You never listen to me.”
“You called it,” Petra sighs. “But, hey, it’s my last year before med school and then residency. That’s some serious adulting for the rest of my life. I better enjoy this last hurrah. You’ll have to hold it down for us here at Finley next year, babe.”
“You’re not a senior?” I ask Verity. I can’t believe that never came up.
“I would be a senior, but I transferred from USC and took a little time off.” Lowering her lashes, Verity twists the folds of her skirt between her fingers, not looking up when she answers. “This is my first semester at Finley, but I’m a junior.”
“Ahh, okay,” I say. “Wow. I love Finley, but it’s hard to beat USC for film. What made you leave?”
Her brows lower and she tightens her fist in the skirt.
“Sorry,” I say. “None of my business.”
“No, it’s fine.” She offers a smile, but it’s as stiff as her slim back pressed into the couch cushions.
“Some of it was just being far from home. It was super-stressful, and I’m from a small town.
I’d barely ever been out of Georgia, much less gone all the way to California.
I missed home and ended up losing my scholarship, so money became an issue. ”
“Sorry to hear that,” I murmur.
“It’s cool.” She does look up then, her smile more natural. “I’m where I’m supposed to be.”
“Yeah, you are,” Petra says. “Because that brought you to me.”
“True.” Verity breathes out a laugh and nods. “I wouldn’t change a thing.”
Petra’s eyes dart between us like we’re lab rats in a cage and she’s observing our behavior as part of an experiment.
After a few seconds, she joins us on the couch, slipping her arm around Verity’s shoulder.
The three of us on the couch together is weird, and I haven’t actually felt like the third wheel I obviously am until now.
Even more so when Petra presses a kiss to Verity’s temple and caresses her thigh, subtly pushing the skirt up to expose smooth skin above her girlfriend’s knee.
I stiffen, my eyes riveted on the flex of muscle in Verity’s legs.
I lick my lips and make a conscious effort to control my breathing.
Petra looks over at me, her eyes never leaving mine when she bends to whisper something in her girlfriend’s ear.
Verity’s eyes go wide, and she swivels her head to stare at Petra, who grins and waggles her brows.
I don’t know what the hell is going on, but I’m out.
“I’mma bounce,” I say, leaning forward, ready to stand, when Petra reaches behind Verity and presses her hand to my shoulder, staying my departure.
“Don’t leave yet,” she says softly, dropping her eyes back to meet Verity’s. “You want him to stay, right, babe?”
It feels like there is more to the question than appears on the surface. I’m ready to leave until Verity turns to look at me, and her pupils are blown. Shallow breaths lift and lower her breasts beneath the cropped sweater. Her lips are plump and shiny when she licks them almost nervously.
“I want you to stay,” she says, her voice low and smoky.
Petra takes my hand and guides it to Verity’s leg, using both our fingers to push the skirt higher. So high, the pink satin of Verity’s underwear at the juncture of her thighs peeks out to tempt me.
“Um…” I’ve never felt more confused and turned the fuck on in my life. “What’s… I don’t understand.”
“I think you do,” Petra says, her laugh light and teasing. “But let me make it perfectly clear.”
She moves my hand up another inch until my fingers brush across the dampness of Verity’s underwear. Verity’s breasts heave with a sharp breath, and her eyes drift closed. Long, sooty lashes cast crescents on her cheeks.
“Verity and I have an open relationship.” Petra slants me a wicked smile. “Dick does nothing for me, but she likes it sometimes. I’ve wanted to try a threesome for a while, but she never wanted to. Until now.”
Shock locks me in place. I’m not sure if my heart is even beating, but I know for a fact my blood is still flowing because it feels like every drop goes straight to my dick.
My eyes snap to Verity’s, and she holds my stare.
I don’t have to wonder if she’s willing.
The depth of hunger in her eyes, the lust that swallows her pupils, more than matches the need burning through me.
There’s something so contained about her, so controlled, it makes me want to see her explode.
To make her unravel in my hands, in my arms. I’d love to be the one who shatters that composure and watches her combust.
Even if just for one night.
“You sure, Verity?” I ask. “I don’t want you to… Are you sure?”
“Yeah.” She nods, never looking away. “I mean, if you want to. Don’t feel like you have to—”
“I’ll stay,” I cut in, grabbing what will probably be my only chance to ever have this woman, with her girlfriend’s blessing, no less. My mouth is literally watering as I take in the tight curves and generous swells of her body.
“There are rules,” Petra says, her voice firming.
“I’ve never done a threesome,” I confess on a choked laugh, rubbing a hand over the back of my neck. “So I’m following your lead here. Tell me how you want this to go.”
“No kissing,” Petra says flatly. “And you don’t get to fuck her. I do that.”
Those are definitely both things I envisioned in a threesome, so I’m not sure what this will be, but I’m desperate enough to take whatever I can get with Verity this one time.
“Um… okay?” I nod and shrug. “Got it. What else?”
“Guys are always so stick it in, bust my nut, and I’m out,” Petra says. “This is for Verity. She’s never done this before, and I want her to feel good.”
They don’t have to worry about me rushing. If this is a one-time thing, I’ll stretch it out as long as possible.
“Her breasts are really sensitive.” Petra lifts Verity’s sweater. “Let’s start there.”
She loops the sweater’s collar behind Verity’s neck, exposing firm breasts tipped with nipples the color of rich cocoa.
Watching me, Petra takes one nipple into her mouth, sucking until Verity’s head falls back on the cushion, and she huffs staccato breaths.
Slowly, watching Petra in case she changes her mind and decides to kick me out, I lower my head, nibbling at the other fat nipple, laving it with my tongue until Verity squirms and moans.
“Oh God,” she gasps, as Petra and I both worship her breasts. “It’s… oh. Don’t stop.”
We both suckle and bite, until Verity’s nipples are tightly budded, damp, and ringed with marks from our teeth. Petra bunches the skirt above Verity’s waist and nods down.
“You can touch her,” she says, shifting her glance to Verity, whose eyes are squeezed shut. “Is that okay, baby?”
“Yes,” Verity rasps. “Please. Yeah. Um, yes.”
“Oh, you can do better than that.” Petra grins, licking at Verity’s nipple and taking it between her lips before releasing it with a pop. “Tell Monk exactly what you want.”
It’s quiet in the small apartment, the only sound our panting breaths. I’m ready to tell Petra it’s fine. No one needs to instruct me on what to do. I know, but Verity whispers, “Please touch my pussy, Monk.”
I have to press my palm to the bulge in my pants to keep myself from coming hands-free right here on the couch. I let my touch stray up the smooth skin of Verity’s thigh and slowly push her panties aside, slipping my fingers over her, which are instantly soaked.
“Shit,” I groan, exploring her and relishing the sloppy sound of her weeping body. “You’re so wet.”
“For us,” Petra reminds me. “Right, baby?”
Verity rolls her hips into my touch.
“God, she wants it.” Petra chuckles, delight in her face as she watches her girlfriend. “Give it to her, Monk.”
I slide one finger inside, and Verity’s muscles contract around me, a low moan rolling from her throat.
“Give her another,” Petra says, her eyes lust-glazed as she watches Verity writhe.
I rub my thumb over her and slide another finger in, pushing deeper. Verity’s back arches, her legs dropping open and her eyes sliding closed. I work between her thighs and Petra sucks one nipple and rolls the other between two fingers.
“Jesus,” Verity gasps, squeezing trembling hands into fists at her side. “I can’t… Oh, my God.”
“If you want to taste her,” Petra says. “You better do it now because once we get in that bedroom, this pussy is mine. Your dick will be in her mouth, and I’ll strap it on and hit it from the back.”
I drop to my knees, running my hands up the length of Verity’s thighs.
I tug the cotton candy–pink silk down and off and stare at the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.
She’s so dripping wet, there’s a spot on the skirt beneath her.
My mouth floods at the promise of her on my lips; of sucking her, licking her, biting her.
Devouring her. I pull her legs over my shoulders, and she slumps down a little, her shoulders dropping.
Petra kisses her neck and plays with her tits, but Verity’s eyes, narrowed to lusty slits, watch me from under long, curling lashes.
I don’t look away when my tongue takes the first swipe.
“Oh!” She arches, her knees pressing together reflexively, but I pry them back open and spread her wide, burying my face there and feasting like a starved man.
I lose track of her moans and whimpers, so consumed by my own hunger.
I drown in heat and sweetness, my lips and chin and cheeks soaked with the taste and smell of her.
I make growling, hungry sounds, completely unselfconscious and almost feral to have her like this.
Her girlfriend watching me take her apart, lick by lick, hearing her moans, heightens the tension and the pleasure to something almost unbearable.
When I glance up, Verity’s still watching me, her brows knitted and her bottom lip, wet and full, trapped between her teeth.
I don’t look away from her, and I don’t let up until her knees squeeze almost painfully around my head.
I rub my hands over her legs and cup her bare ass, bringing her as close as I can.
Petra said this was as close as I would get, and I don’t waste a moment.
Even when the first wave hits Verity, and she screams, her eyes remain locked with mine.
It is the single most intimate moment of my life, staring into those midnight-dark eyes, the brown irises swallowed by lust. I slow the motion of my lips and tongue as she comes down.
Petra is still kissing and tweaking Verity’s nipples, but I’d almost forgotten she was there. For the last few moments, there were only two people in this room. In this universe. I finally meet a girl who makes the whole world disappear.
And she belongs to someone else.