The Ex (12 page)

Gena turned her head, a frown of concern tilting her perfect eyebrows. “Sophie, are you all right? Do you want us to stop?”

Neil’s gaze met mine, and I burst out laughing.

Now all three of them were looking at me like I was seriously disturbed. “It’s really awkward to make eye contact with someone when your boyfriend’s dick is in them,” I explained. “And when somebody else’s dick is in you.”

Gena patted the bed beside her. “Why don’t you two come over here?”

It seemed like a real shame to take Ian’s cock out of me, but Gena was sensible. We’d have more options for movement that way. I wondered if Neil would find it weird to be so close to his buddy during sex, but judging from the way he gritted his teeth and tried to slow his breathing, Neil had other things on his mind. He held Gena’s hips and pumped into her slow and steady. She reached between them, and the disbelief in her expression was almost comical. The first time I’d had sex with Neil, I’d been astounded that he could actually fit, too.

“It starts to feel good, doesn’t it?” I asked her as I lay on the bed beside her. She turned her head, and our eyes met, but she was too lost in sensation to respond verbally.

Ian eased back into me, and I pulled my knees up to let him go deeper. As he withdrew, every ridge and vein in his cock teased the swollen flesh inside. He reached between us to touch my clit. It took only seconds and I was wriggling beneath him. When the head of him dragged slowly over my g-spot, he stilled, rocking back and forth just that one precious inch, over and over. I gripped the duvet and bit my lower lip so hard I thought it would bleed. My orgasm built and built, until I wasn’t sure whether I was about to have one or I was having one. Then, it hit my body like a shockwave, and I curled up from the bed, clutching at his shoulders.

“That’s it,” Ian said, but he hadn’t stopped moving his fingers yet, and I couldn’t quite focus on what he was saying. He kept stroking against my g-spot, and I thought the pleasure from my release would never stop. Sharp “Oh!” sounds burst from my throat, interspersed with begging. I clutched at his hips and pleaded, “Don’t stop! Don’t stop!”

“Not if there was a gun to my head,” he panted, driving harder into me. I lifted my hips frantically, my entire body bucking under his. I didn’t care that Neil was there watching, fucking someone else. I didn’t care that I was fucking this married man in front of his wife. I reveled in the out-of-control feeling. I twisted my head to the side, and when I opened my eyes, I met Gena’s gaze.

I can’t remember which one of us moved first. My hand slipped into her hair at about the same time she lunged toward me, and then, we were kissing, our soft lips slanting together. I came hard, pouring my moan into her mouth. My orgasm drew out longer than seemed possible as Gena’s tongue slid against mine. As the shocks subsided, I leaned back, gasping for air. Her blue eyes glittered. Her lips were still puffy from sucking Neil’s cock, and her skin looked so soft and delicious. I closed my eyes and imagined her hands on me, her mouth between my legs. I think Ian might have been imagining the same thing, because he cursed and buried himself deep.

Gena gasped, “I’m going to come!”

I reached for her, and she turned to bring our mouths together again. One hand sank into my hair and pulled hard, like she was clinging to me to avoid getting swept away. It didn’t work; her entire body jerked, and I muffled her scream of pleasure with my lips and tongue.

Neil groaned, and I opened my eyes to see him collapse over her, his hips convulsively jerking between her legs.

Ian slipped from my body with a reverent, “Fucking Christ.”

It felt good to keep kissing Gena, so I did, even as Neil rose from the bed. If the guys appreciated it, fine, but it felt so good. I opened my eyes and pulled back. My cheeks were hot, and I could barely make eye contact.

“So, um…” I finally managed to meet her gaze, and I giggled. “Does this mean I like girls, after all?”

“It would certainly appear that way,” Ian said with a disbelieving laugh.

Gena looked at her husband and at Neil then back to me. “If they’re okay with it…do you want to keep going?”

“Oh my god, yes.” I looked up at Neil and asked, “Can I, please?” in a wheedling tone.

“Oh, by all means,” he said with a wide grin.

“May we stay?” Ian asked. It was clear it wasn’t a playful question, but a condition.

“No sex alone,” Gena reminded me. “Is that all right?”

“Yeah.” I looked to Neil one last time. He seemed affectionately amused by the situation.

I was still kind of bewildered. I was lying there naked with a chick, and she was naked, too. She scooted closer, bringing our bodies together. The feeling of her soft skin against mine, the familiarity of breasts and belly brought my satiated clit to throbbing attention again.

“I don’t know what to do,” I admitted, reaching up to touch a sweat-damp lock of her hair.

“Don’t worry.” Her serious tone was gently mocking. “You’re not interviewing for a job.”

She slipped her hand between us, down my body, between my legs. Her knee nudged mine, and I lifted my leg to tangle ours together. I’d never been so turned on and weirdly afraid in my entire life.

My gaze drifted down to follow her hand, and she said softly, “Look at me, Sophie.”

I raised my eyes to look into hers, and I was totally lost. The heat that was there only for me scorched me straight to the core as one of her deft fingers found my clit.

The first thought that came to my mind was all those times I’d heard women joke about how when they take over the world, they’d keep men in cages for sex. My second thought was,
we would be just fine without them.
Gena touched me the way I would touch myself, with just the right amount of gentle, consistent pressure. Holli had once said that women “pet the kitty” and guys “pet a dog.” That is, men were a little less gentle with their fingers out of fond enthusiasm, but women knew how to be delicate and soft.

I couldn’t wait to call her and tell her how much I agreed with her.

“I want to make you come,” Gena whispered. I knew the guys were watching, but her attention was focused on me, and everything else seemed to melt away. She looked at me like I was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. My entire world became her fingers, her silky skin, her lush breasts and hard pink nipples pressed against my chest. I held her gaze as the pleasure built between us, and resisted the call to close my eyes as it peaked and broke, gripping my whole body with tingles that spread out from her hand to prickle over my skin.

I ran my hands over every part of her that I could reach, amazed that I was doing something that, due to my strict Catholic upbringing, had always seemed forbidden. I realized that I had been shown a delicious piece of cake every day of my life, but I’d resisted because I’d thought I was on a diet.

Now, I could have the cake.

I wanted to eat it.

“Can I…” What was the protocol for asking to eat someone’s pussy? “Can I go down on you? Would that be okay?”

“Well, I’m not going to turn it down.” She giggled, and the sound was so cute, my teeth ached.

I bet she tasted sweet.

She rolled onto her back, her gorgeous breasts wobbling on her chest. “Just do what feels good to you.”

“You mean, do what I like?” I slithered down her body, pausing to suck one nipple into my mouth. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. I couldn’t believe how turned on I was, just touching her breasts. From the corner of my eye, I saw Neil shift position in his chair. I lifted my gaze to his and saw the same dark intensity that had been there when I’d spread myself over Emir’s lap in the club in Paris. He was getting off on his jealousy.

Gena’s chest hitched beneath my cheek as I traced across her stomach with my fingernails. “No, I mean, do what feels good to you. If it feels good to your mouth, it probably feels good to my pussy.” Her logic seemed sound.

I rolled between her legs. Her vulva was hot and wet as she lifted it against my belly. I went all lightheaded. Ian was dressing, but his attention was as fixed on us as Neil’s was. Both of them were watching us like they were witnessing pandas mating or something.

Shaking off the weight of their stares, I made a line of sucking kisses from Gena’s sternum to her belly button. With each one, she lifted her hips higher. I wet my lips when I reached the line of her pubic hair. She was soft there, too, her curls surprisingly downy.

I had a moment of doubt. What if, when faced with the slick, hot reality I knew was coming, I freaked out? Her hips rocked upward, and that made my decision for me. I’d told her I would do it, and I was going to do it. When would I get this chance again?

I squirmed lower in the bed, pushing her thighs wider as I went. And then…the moment of truth.

Her labia were as delicate as little pink flower petals. Her clit was a red, enflamed knot at the top of her slit, and I danced one finger over it, captivated by the feel of her. Her hair and skin were damp, and when I slid a finger in, her cunt grasped at it. A strangled sound escaped me.

“Mmm,” she purred. “You’re off to a very good start.”

The desire dripping from her voice shot straight to my groin. I wanted to make her come. I wanted to hear her sounds and feel her pussy rippling around my fingers. I slipped a second one in and crooked them in a “come here” gesture to find the spongy spot at the top of her vagina. I knew when I found it, because she gasped and sank her hands into my hair.

It was so easy to find. Why did so many guys have such trouble with it?

This is it,
I told myself.
If you’re going to eat pussy, it’s now or never.

I pointed my tongue, almost afraid to touch her with it, like her clit was the end of a nine-volt battery and I was dreading finding out how it would feel. I traced the hood of her clitoris that way, and she whimpered. In for a penny, in for a pound, as Neil often said. I opened my mouth and sucked the little knot between my teeth.

She moaned a long “oh,” of contentment, but I wasn’t looking for content. I wanted her to go wild.

I explored her folds with my tongue. She wasn’t sweet, as I’d anticipated. Once, Neil had said he liked to taste pussy when he ate pussy, and I could see why. She was salty and musky and like nothing else I’d ever tried. Even sucking my own juices off Neil’s fingers—or my own, depending on how naughty I was getting solo—wasn’t the same as the feel and smell and flavor of a real cunt. When I slipped back up to her clit, she made the most adorable mewling sound.

Being with her was like learning to read backwards; I knew the fundamentals, just not from this side. Her pelvis rocked a little more with every stroke of my tongue. She got wetter, her juices running down my hand to my wrist. I pressed my fingers harder against her g-spot and lapped at her clit, listening to the way her breathing sped, feeling the flutters around my fingers. A thousand filthy scenes filled my imagination: fucking her with a strap-on. Tying her hands and using the wand vibe on her until she begged me to stop. Making her kneel in front of me, the way Neil made me supplicate myself.

I didn’t have to wonder when she came. Her whole body curled up from the bed, and she was either hyperventilating or totally unable to control her vocal chords. Her babbling, rasping sounds were so desperate, each one vibrated through my body. She shuddered all over, and her cunt caught my fingers like a vise. A hot burst splashed over my chin and up my wrist, and I blinked in surprise.

I didn’t know how long to keep going, so when her cries subsided, I gently withdrew. Everything seemed louder; Gena’s thighs were no longer clamped around my head. I hadn’t even noticed, I’d been so caught up in getting her off.

I sat up and the room came back a piece at a time. Gena, sweat glistening on her skin, her eyes closed and her lips parted. Neil, leaning with his elbow on the arm of the chair, hiding his smirk behind his hand. And Ian, with a slowly growing grin, propped against the wall in his boxers and unbuttoned shirt.

Smart-ass that he was, he started a slow clap.

* * * *

Because of the late hour and the long drive, Ian and Gena spent the night in the guest room. After we saw them settled in, Neil and I went back to our bedroom. The silence between us was so absolute that, when he finally spoke, it startled me.

“Did you enjoy yourself tonight?” he asked, as though it were a casual inquiry.

I didn’t want to dance around our feelings. “I did. I mean, the sex was fun. Ian was really gentle and considerate—”

Neil flashed me his half smile. “And he could make you come like flipping a light switch.”

“Yeah.” My skin flushed all over at the memory. “But you do that, too.”

“You needn’t reassure me, Sophie.” He went into the bathroom, and I followed him, straight into the shower. He turned on the tap for the wide showerhead in the ceiling, and water fell like rain. I joined him underneath it.

“I couldn’t help but notice there was something between you and Gena. It was very subtle,” he teased, pushing his wet hair back.

I caught my tongue between my teeth. “You picked up on that, huh?” I reached for my shampoo and squirted some into my palm. “Yeah…heat of the moment, I think.”

He made a noncommittal “Mmm.”