16. Ainsley
Chapter 16
Ainsley
T he cool evening air does nothing to dampen the fire this woman lit inside me on that dance floor.It’s only a few blocks to her house, but I consider calling a car just to get us there sooner.
She pulls me through the front door and up the stairs to the last door on the long second floor hallway, the room she told me on the tour was hers.
I barely stepped into the space that night, but now I’m dragged straight into her little universe and pushed back onto the bed while she stands over me. I lean up on my elbows and watch as she switches on a floor lamp draped with a dark purple flowered scarf, giving the room an eerie, magical glow.
She moves in the shadows, clicking on a string of fairy lights that starts on a bookcase and extends over the bed. With the extra light, I can see that the room is quite full. Between the nearly wall-sized bookcase, the bed, a desk, and two soft chairs, there’s barely enough room for the dark blue oval rug in the center of the wood floor.
“I’m going to freshen up just a little,” she says, standing too far from where I lay for me to grab her, although I try.
Gem laughs, taking a step back. “Give me just a second, okay?”
“Of course. I’ll be right here.”
She puts her hands on hips as she backs toward a closed sliding pocket door that must lead to an ensuite bathroom. “You could stand to lose a few of those clothes, you know.”
I pull my shirt over my head and toss it at her. She ducks and escapes into the bathroom, sliding the door shut behind her.
I don’t know how long I have, and I want to be ready, so I stand and slip out of my jeans, folding them neatly over the back of her desk chair. I decide to keep my boxers on, not wanting to be too presumptuous, and wander over to the bookcase, eager to read a few spines and get a deeper sense of this woman’s private world.
The first shelf is almost all tarot books. I guess I should have expected it, but the titles still take me by surprise. She has decks of cards as well, lined up on the wood shelf in front of the books. I’m dying to flip over some of the decks to see how the cards differ from the unreasonably large collection I now have in my own apartment, but I hear the door open behind me just as I’m reaching for them.
“Caught red handed,” a voice says from behind me.
A voice that’s definitely not Gemma’s.
I spin and let out an unflatteringly high-pitched noise when I find Taylor standing on the rug in the center of the room, arms crossed, glaring at me.
Glaring at my underwear, to be specific.
“What are you doing here?” I grab for my jeans and start to struggle back into them, feeling incredibly foolish all of a sudden.
I know he and I are supposed to be making friends, but in my mind, I’d start on that next week. Not right now, in my underwear, preparing for a hot night with my hot new girlfriend.
“I live here.”
That information is surprising enough that I pause with my belt buckle still hanging open. “Really?”
“Kind of,” he replies.
I’m just puzzling over what that could mean when he speaks again.
“Gemma texted me.”
I must look as flummoxed as I feel, like the rug was ripped out from under me and it’s only a matter of seconds before I end up on my ass.
Taylor seems to take pity on me because his voice softens. “The girl wants to be shared, bro.”
“I…I know,” I manage to sputter out.
But do I?
Do I know anything?
“I just thought…”
“You thought it was more like shared custody? Like you’d have her Mondays, Wednesdays, and every other weekend?”
It sounds ridiculous when he says it like that in his mocking tone, but yeah. That’s more or less exactly what I thought.
I don’t get a chance to make even more of a fool of myself by admitting it, though, because Gem slides open the door and lets out a small, excited squeal when she sees the two of us standing in her room.
“I’m so happy you’re here, Ainsley.”
“Yeah,” I say, because what else can I say?
I want to be angry but any feelings I might be having are completely steamrolled by Gem’s “freshening up” which included shedding her glittering white dress and putting on a lacy bodysuit that leaves nothing to the imagination.I thought her full breasts and curvy, grabbable ass looked incredible in that dress, but all dolled up in a package meant to be unwrapped? I’m salivating.
“Damn, girl. You look amazing,” Taylor says.
It’s what I should have said.
I need to get it together or walk out of here and never come back.
With a deep breath, I choose to suck it up.
This may not be something I have any experience with, but that doesn’t mean I can’t do it. Hell, it might even be fun.
It’s hard to imagine anything but fun happening with Gem in that little outfit.
“I’ve never done this before.” I decide honesty is the best path here.
“No, shit,” Taylor huffs, taking Gem around her middle with one arm and heaving her onto the bed.
Right into the spot where she pushed me down—back when I thought this night was going to be simple.
I take my pants back off in a hurry and climb up next to her. I’m determined not to wait on Taylor to tell me what to do. Gem invited me into her bed, it’s Gem I want to be negotiating with.
She’s laying back, hair splayed around her head, smiling at me, eyes shining. I go straight for her mouth, and she lets me in, kissing me with lips parted, so ready that I have to brace myself on the mattress beside her to keep from falling in.
She tastes like the sweetness of berries as her soft tongue presses between my lips. I pull back just enough to suck on the end of it and feel her smile. I dive back in and capture that smile for myself.
I feel Taylor climb on the bed on her other side, but I don’t hesitate, kissing her harder, both hands on her shoulders, sliding down to graze along her ribs.
I try not to feel the sting when she pulls away and looks over at him.
He smiles, a soft, vulnerable smile that I’ve only seen him give to her. “You seem pretty wound up. Why don’t we get you your first one, and we can go from there?”
“I got that,” I answer for her. Too quickly, too eagerly, but I don’t care.
I run the fingers on one hand into her hair and use the leverage to pull her face back to mine, finding her lips once more as my other hand snakes down the front of her lacy suit until I’m grazing the tops of her thighs.
She responds to me with what feels like her full attention, rolling toward me to allow my hand to drift between her legs.
I find snaps on her bodysuit and pop them open while my tongue is still buried deep in her mouth.
I’m feeling pretty confident, all things considered.
But then I feel another set of hands taking the unsnapped material and dragging it up her body. Gem doesn’t break from my mouth as she lifts her hips to allow him to strip her bare.
When the garment gets around her neck, I pull back a few inches and lock eyes with her as Taylor pulls it up and over her head.
Gem’s gaze is wild.
I hope mine is similar.
Before I can overthink it, I crash back down onto her mouth, sliding my hand confidently from her thigh to the soft, short hair between her legs. I can’t help but groan straight into her as she parts her thighs and lets me slip my hand deeper.She’s warm and wet and opening for me like a flower.My middle finger enters her easily and she moans, biting down softly on my lip as she drives her hips forward to take me deeper.
I’m so fucking lost in this moment that I almost forget we’re not alone.
Not that our third wheel is going to allow himself to be forgotten.
Taylor’s hands curl around Gem’s breasts, massaging them right up to the nipple, causing her to moan into my mouth once more. I don’t want to be distracted, but I can’t help but look down at what he’s doing.
His naked knees are right up against the side of her rib cage as he kneels on the bed. He’s stripped off everything, including his boxers, and I can see the tip of his hard cock jutting up from between his thighs.
I look away quickly, but not before he catches me looking.
And smirks.
I focus back on Gem, her hot, wet mouth wrapped around mine. The feel of her pussy taking me in, squeezing my fingers as I work her wetness out and up around her clit.
Taylor leans down to press his face into the crook of her neck, just inches from my own, and I try to go with it. I try to just keep kissing her.
But I can’t.
Desperately trying not to pull away too quickly, I play it cool and slide my lips down her jaw on the opposite side of her face as Taylor, shuffling my knees on the bed to give me enough room to slide my mouth down to her navel, deftly passing the breasts that are still firmly clasped in his hands.
I’m nervous, but I decide to play to my strengths.
When my tongue slides down from her navel to between her legs, Gem lets out the loudest moan so far. It’s muffled, letting me know Taylor took my place kissing her, but I don’t mind.
I’m about to get my mouth on another prize.
I use both hands to pull her legs apart, the pink, glistening treasure I find there puts a stop to all worries and fears. If there’s one thing in life I can do well, it’s this.
My tongue touches down softly at first, Gem’s whole body reacting to the clit contact with a small buck and a shudder. I grin as I press harder into her soft flesh, the sweet, tangy taste of her filling all my senses.I slide my finger back inside her and pump as her hips rock, allowing the rhythm of us to guide me.I'm hard as a damn rock now, my cock straining.
Glancing up, I see Taylor still busy kissing Gem, teasing her nipples, so I decide to risk it.
I break my mouth free and sit up, sliding off the bed to pull my shorts down and toss them onto the chair with my pants.
When I turn back to the bed, however, less than five seconds later, Taylor’s taken my spot with his head between her legs.
Anger flares inside me, and I crawl up to kneel beside her hips once more. “I got this, man.”
He doesn’t pause, his fingers inside her, just glances up at me from where his chin nearly rests on her thigh. “Looks to me like you left her hanging.”
I’m not expecting the taunting, although god knows I probably should be. For some reason, I thought we’d be partners in this whole thing, not in competition.
But if competition is what the asshole wants, competition is what he’ll get.
Taylor pulls his fingers out of Gem’s pussy, and I watch them slide, wet and glistening, down her leg as he leans in to press his tongue inside of her.
And I lose my mind.
I don’t even do the math to figure out if both of our heads are going to fit between her legs before I dive down, sucking her clit straight into my mouth and smiling just a little to myself when she screams.
Victory.
With my mouth on her clit and Taylor still tongue-fucking her entrance, our heads are pressed right up against each other. I can feel the stubble of his beard rubbing against my hair as he moves.
As if ignoring him completely in this position was an option, it’s what I go for, doing my absolute best to give Gem the best clit action of her life, sliding the broadside of my tongue over and making the tip sharp to tease her on the way back.
Maybe it’s because I’m trying so hard to pretend there isn’t a face pressed up against mine that I don’t realize his tongue is drifting into my territory until I slide my own tongue over it.
I pull my tongue back quickly but manage to keep myself from freaking out, taking a deep breath and getting on with business.
But he doesn’t let up.
“Stop it, man,” I mutter under my breath as I catch his tongue sneaking back up around her clit.
He huffs out a laugh but doesn’t stop.
Deciding maybe he wants to switch sides, I take a card from his deck and slide my own tongue down until I can feel the soft depths of her entrance. It’s so much wetter down here and the salty sweetness of her goes straight to my cock, making my eyes roll back a bit and a moan escape my lips.
It’s through my parted lips that Taylor’s tongue sneaks once more.
I don’t notice in time and close my mouth around it, the taste of her blending with the taste of him and…
I sit straight up. “What the fuck, man? ”
Taylor just grins at me from between her legs, capturing all the territory now that my head isn’t in his way.
Without giving a thought to the consequences, I lean forward and shove him hard with both hands on his shoulders.
I catch him off guard, and he falls backwards—right off the bed.
The thunk of him hitting the wood floor should feel like a victory, but it’s short lived.
As I watch, he flies back over the edge of the bed and tackles me full on, both of us crashing to the floor.
I hit the ground hard, the wind knocked out of me as my upper back connects with the wood, but I don’t give him the upper hand. I push on his shoulders once more as he pins me to the ground and rolls us so he’s now flat on his back and I’m straddling his hips, glaring down into his face.
His very amused face.
“If you wanted to be on top, pretty boy, you should have just said so.”
I give him one last shove and use the momentum to stand up, frustrated, embarrassed, and totally over this.
I tuck my folded jeans and boxers under my arm and head for the door without taking a second to look for the rest of my clothes. It’s going to be a cold walk home with just a parka over my bare chest, but it’s worth it to get the hell out of here.
“Ainsley.” Taylor’s voice comes out like a scolding. A taunt.
I just shake my head and escape the dark room without a single backward glance, slamming the door behind me.
I take the first breath in what feels like five minutes when the soft golden glow of the hallway lights hit me, and I’m able to finally focus my vision.
Or maybe not.
I seem to be standing face-to-face with two identical women. Tall and blonde, they stand shoulder to shoulder, The Shining style, blinking at me.
I blink myself a few times and rub my eyes, but when I look back, there are still two of them.
“You look lost,” one of them speaks, her voice just as ethereal and creepy as I would expect from someone who seems to have appeared out of a nightmare.
“You can come into our room,” the other one chimes in.
I’m just planning my escape past them and down the stairs when the door behind me flies open and a strong arm grips my bicep, pulling me backwards.
“Shame,” one of the women says as Taylor closes the door behind us. “He’s already gone to the dark side.”
“What the fuck is going on here?” I mutter to no one in particular.
“What’s going on is that you need to chill the fuck out.”
Taylor’s harsh words bring me back to reality. I glance around the dim room and see Gem standing uncertainly by the bed, Taylor standing right in front of me, naked, arms crossed, cock still standing fully erect.
“Is this place haunted?” I ask, unable to shake the last few moments.
“Maybe,” Gem answers.
Taylor turns to her sharply. “You. Back on the bed.”
She obeys, crawling back to the center of the mattress.
His head spins around to pin me with his glare. “And you…on the damn bed.”
And maybe it’s madness. Maybe I’m making the biggest mistake of my life. But I obey.
“I’ve got two of them to order around now,” Taylor mutters to himself as I crawl toward Gem, who welcomes me into her warm embrace with both arms.
I’m just finding her lips once more when I hear another direction. “Pretty boy, on your back.”
I glance up and he’s walking across the mattress on his knees toward us. He swings one arm out and takes Gem around the middle, pulling her up to her knees with her back to his chest, both of them facing me.
I only hesitate a moment before I obey once more, laying down with my legs outstretched, parted slightly to allow Taylor to kneel there with Gem held right against his body.
One arm still holds her while the other reaches between her legs. “I made her come while you were gone,” he says.
As I watch, his fingers disappear inside her and come out glistening with her orgasm.
“You see how wet she is?”
I nod, transfixed by the scene unfolding in front of me.
“You want this on your dick?”
The words surprise me, but not enough to keep me from answering enthusiastically. “Yeah. Yes.”
Taylor reaches his wet fingers up and takes Gem’s chin, turning her face to his. “What do you think, witch? Should we give it to him?”
She’s practically a puddle in his arms. I can see where her body is melting, unable to hold itself up.
“Yes,” she moans, never taking her eyes off him.
He shoves his fingers back into her quickly, roughly, and she and I both gasp at the sudden movement.
He’s stronger than I gave him credit for, because he walks his little puppet forward on her knees on the bed until she’s right above me, straddling my hips, still pinned to his chest.
“I told her we should get a condom, but she wants you just like this.”
Gem moans again in agreement, trying to press her own hips down onto my tip. “I want him. ”
Taylor keeps her held firmly in his arms.
“I’m clean. I’m good, I promise,” I stutter.
“She trusts you, lover boy,” Taylor answers, using his knees to shove hers forward another inch so her pussy is perfectly lined up with my cock.
“Don’t fucking come,” he barks at no one in particular as he starts to lower her body onto mine.
We all watch as my tip lands at her entrance and disappears. I want to see Gem’s face as she takes me for the first time, to see what she looks like when she makes those noises, soft and sharp and animalistic, but I can’t look away from where I disappear inside her, feeling myself slide in her wetness until her full weight is settled on me.
She’s tight and hot and being delivered to me like an offering.
My own moans are gasping and harsh. I’m not getting enough air, but I can’t make myself worry about it.
Taylor lifts her body with his arm around her ribcage once more and lets her drop down.As her hips come to rest on mine, I finally snap into action, reaching up to grasp her hips and pull her pelvis forward and push it back, the feeling of her body wrapped around me nearly too much for me to take.When she pushes up and drops herself back down a few times in quick succession, breasts bouncing, I can’t take it anymore.
“I can’t…I’m going to…”
I don’t know who I’m talking to, what I’m even going to say, but Taylor understands, lifting her off me once more.
As soon as she’s hovering there, I’m able to take a breath.
“Gotta give him a break, love. Get down there and entertain him.”
Gem bends forward at the hips, lips landing on mine so quickly I almost don’t understand what’s happening before her tongue presses into my mouth, her body on all fours as she hovers over me, one hand on either side of my head.
When her lips press harder into mine as we trace each other’s tongues, however, I do understand what’s happening.
The pressure of her lips moves forward and back as Taylor fucks her. Her moans sink into my mouth, slide down my throat, and somehow find my still achingly hard cock.
I reach down and press it flat to my stomach with one hand, the shifting air mixing with the wetness from being inside her isn’t letting me calm down.
The way her body shifts above mine as another man plows into her from behind makes my hand shift against my own shaft.
And I’m not going to make it.
“Taylor, I can’t…”
It pains me to break away from her mouth, pains me to speak his name, but this moment I’m lost inside of is taking control.He seems to understand once again, reaching down to grip Gem’s hair and pull her head up. I watch it rise, her mouth still open as if reaching for my next kiss.
“You wanna come on her or in her?”
And honestly, I could come right now just considering the options he lays out for me.
“In,” I say quickly.
He shifts them backward with a few knee shuffles, keeping her ass pressed to him with one hand, cock still buried deep in her pussy, while he continues to hold her head by her hair with the other.
I just watch, jaw hanging open, as he lowers her head to my cock. She opens wide to take it in and he pushes her head down much more quickly than I ever would, forcing her to take my tip almost down her throat.I start to protest in her defense, but the sound comes out like a strangled cry and there isn’t enough breath in my body to try again.
He pulls her up and down my shaft with his cruel grip in her hair, somehow still managing to fuck her all the while. The motion of him taking her finds a rhythm with the way he feeds my cock in and out of her mouth and suddenly, we’re all locked in a dance together. Gem sucks as best she can as my tip and shaft move swiftly through her lips and I can’t take my eyes off her.
“Fuck, I’m…can I come?” I manage to get out with my breath still held. I have no idea why I’m asking permission, somehow it just seems right.
“Come, fuck boy,” Taylor snarls, holding Gem’s head down on my cock as he locks eyes with me.
I can feel my tip hit the back of her mouth, feel it touch the top of her throat, and I look down to catch her gaze. She’s insanely beautiful and ravaged, mouth hanging open helplessly as my thick cock fills her.
I’m going too deep. He’s pushing her too hard. I open my mouth to tell him to stop but instead I come, hard and fast, the pleasure like lightning taking my body in an electric storm.
Gem’s eyes are glossy and bright, locked on mine as she watches me empty into her mouth, my spasms driving myself impossibly further in a way I couldn’t prevent if I tried. As the pleasure passes through me, I hear myself scream but it sounds like someone else. I can no longer feel the weight of my body on the soft mattress, as if I’m hovering inches above it.
My senses snap back online the second my orgasm passes, and I reach up to bat Taylor’s hand out of her hair, taking my own grip and pulling her head off my cock. Gem coughs and sputters a bit but she's smiling so I smile, too.
“Fuck, that was insane,” I say and she nods .
For a moment, it’s just our little world. Gem and I locked in a gaze that’s still taking my breath away.
I should have known better than to think it was over, though.
Taylor reaches down and around her, capturing both of her hands and placing them on my chest. She lets her head dangle right above mine as she rests at least half of her weight on my ribcage, her hair creating a little cave where I look at her and she looks at me.
And Taylor fucks her.
He was being rough before, but he’s gone off the rails now. He holds her in place by the hips to counter his thrusts, but her body still shifts forward and back in a heaving motion with his assault. I reach up to hold her breasts as they swing, her pointed nipples twisting between my fingers as she bites her lip and moans.
“I’m going to come,” she whispers, just for me, and then she does, her face twisting spectacularly as her back arches.
Taylor reacts to her spasming pussy by coming himself with a massive roar.
I can’t help but watch him, his own lip clasped so tightly between his teeth that he might actually draw blood. His broad, muscular chest flexes as he grips her hips harder and pours himself into her.
When I catch Gem’s gaze again, she’s transformed. Her eyes sparkle with wetness and magic, cheeks flushed from her orgasm and all the heavy breathing. I reach up to brush her hair out of her face, tucking it behind each of her ears.
Taylor’s still behind her, sitting down on his heels now, keeping her hips close, and his dick buried.It feels like an eternity that we rest that way. The three of us locked together in a veil of breath and sweat and hormones.
Finally, Taylor pulls out and climbs off the bed, crossing the dim room to the open bathroom door. Gem curls to her side as I roll to face her. She wraps her arms and legs around me, trapping me in a cage of limbs I’d happily live in for eternity.
Taylor’s shadowy figure returns, and I see him clean her up from behind without trying to move her. Then he lays down and takes the place of her big spoon.
I curl closer to Gem’s front, inhaling the sweet smell of her shampoo, trying to lose myself in her. But Taylor holds her just as tightly, my arms pinned between her back and his chest.
And I want to hate it.
I want to pull away, to get some distance.
But I don’t.