35. Unhealthy Interruption
Chapter thirty-five
Unhealthy Interruption
Edward
Watching Maria go down on the two men fills me with so much desire that I know if I don’t get in there soon, I’m going to miss my opportunity.
With Drake down for the count, Maria returns her attention to me and curls her hand around my length once more.
“How about two of us at the same time?” I ask huskily, the words catching at the back of my throat. I lean down to grace her lips with a kiss, already plumped pink.
“How would that work?” She blinks, surprised. She hadn’t considered that option before, I’m assuming.
Boy, is she in for a world of new possibilities.
“Well...” I gently pull her hand from between her thighs and slip her slicked fingers into my mouth, sucking off her juices. My stomach clenches down in pleasure at the smell of her, my loins ready to familiarize themselves with her ridged walls.
“I could go in from the front and Stan could take the rear...” I work on another finger. “Or we could both go in at once, see how you like that first...”
Her brows twist together as she watches me clean her fingers off, one by one, her bottom lip catching between her teeth.
“And if that gets to be too much, we can go back to taking turns.” I glance over her shoulder at Drake, who looks completely spent. “If one of us hasn’t thrown in the towel already.”
Drake glares back at me and gives me the finger.
“As long as you take it slow.” She pulls her fingers out of my mouth and replaces them with her tongue, drawing me closer until we’re flush against each other.
She hitches her leg over my hip, her pelvis thrusting and teasing against mine until it finds what it’s looking for.
With a sigh, we join together. I slip in easily from how slick she is.
I’m familiar with her heat, how she feels wrapped around me.
How I missed this...
We ride each other together for a few minutes to familiarize ourselves with each other, taking our time to commit every inch of each other to memory.
“Ready?” I hear Stan whisper from behind her.
He lifts her leg a little higher, and I smile at the gasp that comes out of her.
I slip myself out so that she can adjust to the new sensations of Stan coming in from the rear.
Inch by inch, her expression slowly changes, her hands clawing against my arm to keep herself calm.
“You doing okay?”
She only nods, her eyes screwed shut. I look down to see Stan’s bulge in her lower stomach, Maria’s hips slowly adjusting against his to get more comfortable.
“That’s... new,” she exhales. “It’s weird but nice...”
“Oh, just you wait,” I tease as I rub my tip against her clit to get her excited for more.
I thrust deep inside her; she’s already tight with Stan, making the friction and sensations all the more pleasant.
A soundless gasp escapes her throat and we stay like that for a while so she can get used to it.
Once her breathing evens out, Stan and I take turns alternating our thrusts.
We start off slow before gaining momentum, our girths slapping against her entrances in measured beats.
Maria’s keening is high and soft, her body going rigid between us as our collective groans clash together in ecstasy.
Sweat dots our skin and our breathing grows heavier with each thrust and twist of our hips.
“I’m... I’m...” Maria whispers, her tone heavy with yearning and desire. Heat radiates from my sac and shoots electricity up my spine.
All of it comes to a screeching halt when my phone starts to ring: it’s Shirley’s ringtone.
I try to convince myself to keep going, that it won’t be much longer now, but my concerns take over and dread fills my mind. If something is wrong, I don’t want to seem inattentive.
“Fuck...” I pull out and roll out of bed to grab my phone. The sudden extraction draws a surprised gasp out of Maria. I don’t have time to apologize as I leave the room. I can make it up to her later.
“Hello?” I try to keep my breathing even so that Shirley doesn’t have any questions.
“Hey, morning. I’m halfway down the street, should I bring some breakfast over?”
“Uh...” I glance over my shoulder at the bedroom door. I don’t need her asking questions. “No, I should be good, thanks. How was he?”
“Oh, a perfect angel. Whoever that nanny is you have working for you is amazing. Alexander won’t stop talking about her.”
“She’s… currently not working for us right now. He’s been going to daycare.” I should have told her sooner, but I haven’t really had the chance to get my thoughts organized and keep her in the loop.
“Oh… that’s a shame. He really enjoyed talking about her. I’m sure he’s going to miss her.”
Me and him both.
“You got another early morning meeting at the hospital?”
“Yeah. I’ve got to get my hours in, you know?”
Dammit. I’d been hoping I could have asked her to keep him for another hour or two. But I don’t need to give her any reasons to be suspicious.
“Yeah, I understand. Maybe when you’re done, you could give me a call and we could get a coffee later this week.”
“Edward... are you flirting with me?” she asks coyly.
Am I? I hadn’t thought—
“Just kidding, I’m messing with you. See you in like ten minutes.”
I huff and hang up the phone. I don’t need to be teased like that when I’m still so aroused.
So much for having fun. I guess I’m going to have to wait until later.
I inch the door open and discover Drake has taken my place. He shoots me an egotistical grin as he thrusts deep inside her, making her cry out louder than before.
I give him the middle finger.