Watching Mine

by Grayson, Alex

  He drops to his knees behind her, and I know what he’s getting ready to do: Taste fucking heaven. Her dress gets flipped up over her ass, her legs pulled further apart, then he shoves his face in her pussy.

  “Oh my God,” she whimpers, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment before she opens them again.

  I unsnap the button of my jeans and pull down the zipper, unable to hold back the need to fist my cock. My chair is far enough away from the table that Emberleigh sees exactly what I’m doing and what watching her and Wyatt has done to my body.

  Wyatt eats away at her, groaning deeply as he does so. He must hit the perfect spot because she cries out and her eyes fall closed.

  “Emberleigh,” I growl, and her eyes snap open. “Eyes open. Keep them on me.”

  Her tongue peeks out to lick her lips and she gives a barely noticeable nod. My grip on my shaft tightens, and I feel a drop of precum form on the tip. I swipe my finger across it, then lean forward and bring it to Emberleigh. She sucks my finger inside her warm mouth, causing a hiss to leave my lips.

  Abruptly, I stand and lean my body over the table. Grabbing a handful of hair, I bring her mouth to mine. I taste myself on her tongue, but I taste her delicious flavor more. She moans against my mouth, and my hand grips her hair tighter.

  Yanking my mouth away, I growl, “Couch.”

  Wyatt hears me and pulls away from Emberleigh. The glistening on his face from her arousal almost has me throwing her down on the table and fucking her senseless.

  I yank my shirt over my head and throw it to the side. Grabbing her hand, I pull her behind me to the living room. Spinning her around, my hands land on her ass, and I yank her to me. I growl as I plunder her mouth with my tongue. My hands dip beneath her dress, and I thank fucking God I had her take off her panties earlier.

  She’s fucking soaked. I know most of it’s from her arousal and not Wyatt’s mouth.

  Lifting my mouth from hers, I note Wyatt out the corner of my eye sitting on the couch. His shirt’s off and his jeans are unbuttoned with the zipper pulled down. He has his dick in his hand, stroking it slowly.

  My eyes leave his and go back to Emberleigh. “You like having Wyatt’s hands on you, Emberleigh?” I ask, and watch as her eyes light up. She doesn’t need to answer for me to know she does.

  “Yes.”

  “Does he make you feel good?”

  I slide a finger inside her tight sheath. Her nails dig into my sides and she whimpers, “Yes.”

  “Does he make you feel as good as I do?”

  I don’t know why I ask that question. It’s never mattered to me before, but for some reason, I want it to be my hands she craves above all others.

  She leans up on her tippy toes, kisses my lips, then brings her mouth to my ear and whispers, “He feels good, but you feel so much better. I was imagining he was you.”

  Her words really test my control. Fuck, I’ve never wanted her more than I do right in this moment, but I’m not done yet. I want more from her and Wyatt.

  I plunge two more fingers in along beside the first one, and she cries out. “Oh, God, Nathan. Please. Fuck me.”

  I pull my fingers from her and shake my head. Lifting my fingers to my lips, I suck off her juices.

  “Not yet,” I say. “Soon.”

  With my arm around her waist, I walk her backward toward Wyatt. When she’s standing in front of him still facing me, his hands go to her waist and he leans forward, kissing her ass cheeks.

  I look behind her and pin him with my eyes. “You don’t fuck her.” My voice comes out hard, letting him know I’m dead fucking serious. I’ll rearrange his face if he even thinks about going against my word. Again, this is new for me, but I don’t fucking care.

  After receiving his nod of acceptance, I push Emberleigh down onto his lap by her shoulders, and take the seat across from them. Her hands are braced on her thighs as she stares across at me. Wyatt releases the knot of her halter dress, and the top floats down to her lap. She releases a deep moan when he palms her tits.

  “Spread your legs for me, baby. I wanna see your pretty wet pussy.”

  Her chin dips slightly and her legs part slowly.

  “More,” I bark.

  Before she has a chance to comply, Wyatt brings his legs together, hooks hers over his, then spreads them, causing her to open up wide to me.

  The dress still shadows her. As if sensing my thoughts, Wyatt places his hands on hers still on her thighs and guides both her hands and dress up. Fucking finally, her sweet pussy comes into view. She’s so wet her thighs glisten with it.

  “Touch her,” I demand.

  He doesn’t need to be told twice. His hand slides up the inside of her thigh and his fingers meet the warm flesh of her lips. His groans are heard over her moans of pleasure. My eyes drop to his hand as he pushes a finger deep inside her. Her body lifts as he tilts his hips, grinding his dick into her ass. The back of her dress is between them, so I know they aren’t skin to skin.

  I bring my eyes back to her. “Use his hand, Emberleigh. Show him how many fingers you want, and fuck yourself.”

  Her expression holds so much fierce heat, I know what she needs. She needs to be filled. Her greedy pussy aches to have something inside it.

  My own hand grips my cock in a tight fist as she grabs his wrist, stopping his movement. I zero in on her hand as she maneuvers his fingers so she can push three inside her hole. Her stomach muscles clench and so do mine. I feel my dick swell in my hand, my need to come almost overpowering.

  When Wyatt uses his other hand to pinch one of her nipples, and she throws back her head and cries out, I can’t fucking stand it anymore. One second I’m in my chair and the next I’m down on my knees in front of her with both her and Wyatt’s legs on either side of my waist.

  I take Wyatt’s fingers from her and bring them to her lips. “Suck,” I grit out, and she does so greedily.

  I yank her mouth to mine by her hair. I taste her arousal, and it drives me fucking insane. The kiss doesn’t last long, because I need more of her on my tongue.

  Pulling away, I grip her thighs and pull her closer to the edge of the couch, which forces her to lie back against Wyatt’s chest. She barely stays on his lap, so I brace my hands under her ass and lift her slightly. Bending down, I run my nose along her inner thigh until I’m right there at her opening.

  “Spread her for me, Wyatt.”

  His hands appear on both sides of her nether lips and he spreads her open. With a groan, I flick my tongue out and get my first taste of her. She tastes so fucking divine. Using the flat part of my tongue, I swipe it from her hole up to her clit, then latch my lips around the little bundle of nerves. She screams, and a moment later, her hands are in my hair, tugging on the strands bitingly.

  I fucking love that her reaction is more intense with my mouth on her than it was when Wyatt was eating her out.

  I suck, nip, and stuff as much of my tongue in her as I can. Wyatt releases her pussy lips, and out the corner of my eye, I see him playing with her tits, his lips kissing along her neck.

  My dick screams at me for attention, so I pull my mouth away, smirking when she whimpers at the loss. I lift her off Wyatt’s lap and onto mine, and grind her down against my shaft. She’s so wet that the length of me slides between her lips. Her heavy breath hits my face as she looks at me.

  “You want me to fuck you, baby?” I ask, still rocking her back and forth.

  “Yes,” she whimpers. “Please, Nathan. I need you in me. Now.”

  “You wanna suck Wyatt while I fuck you?”

  Her lip goes between her teeth and she chews on it as indecision flashes. But underneath it, I still see the hunger.

  “We do want you want to do. This isn’t just for me.” Reaching down, I put the head of my cock at her opening, but wait before sinking inside. “If you want to suck him off, then say it.”

  After a moment, she nods.

  “Nuh-uh.” I shake my head. “Say the words, Emberleig
h.”

  Her voice is low when she admits. “I want to suck him off while you fuck me.”

  The words barely leave her mouth before I’m slamming her down on my lap, impaling her and damn near causing me to lose my load prematurely. She cries out at the sudden fullness of my shaft.

  “Fucking hell,” I mutter. I hold her to me and pray like hell I can last longer than the next stroke.

  “Wyatt,” I grunt and look at him over her shoulder. “You better get over here and put your dick in her mouth, because I’m not going to last long.”

  He stands, letting his pants fall halfway down his thighs, and steps to the side of us. His dick bobs and he grips the base to steady it inches from her face. Before he steps forward, I look up at him.

  “Don’t come in her mouth. On her tits if you want, but not in her mouth. Got it?” Again. Something else that makes my blood boil.

  Holding my stare, he nods. I bring my eyes back to Emberleigh. “Suck him, baby. Suck him good.”

  Her mouth opens and she leans forward at the same time he closes the distance between his dick and her mouth. As soon as her lips close around the head, I lift her and bring her back down on my shaft, hard. Her cries are muffled with Wyatt’s dick in her mouth. She steadies herself by putting one hand on his thigh. More of her mouth slides over him, and again, I lift her and bring her back down.

  We set up a rhythm that has all three of us moaning in pleasure. I almost knock Wyatt’s hands away when he grips the back of her head, worried he’s going to force more of himself inside her than she can take, but stop when I see he’s being gentle and only guiding her.

  Tension forms in my body, and I grit my teeth to hold back my orgasm. It’s a lost cause when her mouth leaves Wyatt’s cock and her head tips back with a scream. Her body locks tight around me, and I know I’m done for. I fuck her and fuck her until my legs start to cramp and my release hits me so damn hard, I see stars. At the same time, Wyatt strokes himself and finds his own release. Instead of shooting on her tits like I gave him permission to, he opts to come in his discarded shirt he somehow managed to grab.

  Emberleigh leans against me, her face going into my neck. The only sound in the room is our heavy breathing. I feel her heart beating rapidly against my chest, knowing she can probably feel mine.

  I lean back and look at her face. She looks back at me lazily.

  “You okay?” I ask, needing to know she’s okay with what happened tonight.

  Her smile is just as relaxed as her body. “Yeah.”

  Leaning forward, I kiss her sweaty forehead then bring her back against me. I spy Wyatt fastening his pants. He meets my eyes and jerks his chin at me. I do the same, and a moment later, he starts walking toward the front door.

  “Hey,” I call after him. He turns halfway around. My eyes flick down to his bare chest then back to his eyes. “Keep an eye out when you leave in case other tenants are around.”

  He gets my meaning with a nod, then spins, opens the door, and steps through it. The last thing I want to do is sully Emberleigh’s reputation here by having one half-naked guy leave her apartment, and another leave later.

  I kiss the side of her head when she yawns against my neck. “Tired?”

  “Yeah.”

  With my hands cupping her ass, I lift us both from the floor. My dick’s still inside her, half-hard, and when I start moving, I grow even harder. She moans with her face buried in my throat, and I know as tired as she is, we’re not done tonight. It’ll just be me and her though, a thought I really fucking like.

  ChapterThirteen

  Emberleigh

  I WALK BESIDE NATHAN, MY HAND clutched in his, as we make our way up the walkway to a brick house. I know Nathan has to notice my sweaty palms and jitters, but he’s made no comment on them.

  Today’s Sunday. The night before Wyatt was over. To say it shocked me when Nathan announced he invited someone over would be the understatement of the century. But through the shock, my body vibrated with a need I hadn’t known existed until faced with the opportunity. The heat in Nathan’s eyes was blazing lava hot as he watched Wyatt touch me. However, there were a few times possessiveness filtered through. I think I liked that look the most.

  The experience was more than I imagined, but the sex Nathan and I had after Wyatt left is what stays in my mind the most. It was rough, carnal, and downright dirty. I loved every minute of it. I’m not sure if I would want to have another man join us often, but it’s something I’d consider occasionally. As long as it’s the right person, of course.

  I woke snuggled in his arms this morning, with his warm breath on the back of my neck sending pleasant shivers down my spine. I liked sleeping in his arms. As little as I know about the man, it feels right to sleep with him behind me, wrapped in his arms.

  This morning, we woke to his cell phone ringing. We both ignored it, but when it rang for the third time, Nathan grumbled as he grudgingly answered it. After he got off the phone, he told me it was a friend of his asking him to come over to her house later for some important news. Jealousy reared its ugly head. Of course, Nathan noticed my disgruntled state and knew right away what triggered it. The unwelcome emotion was squashed when he told me Abby was happily married.

  Now, here we are, standing in front of her and her husband, Colt’s, front door. When he invited me to come with him, I was surprised, but jumped at the chance to know more about his life and the people in it. He told me a little about his friends on our way over. I’m nervous because I could tell by the way he spoke about them that he cares for them deeply.

  My fingers tighten in his and he looks over. I try to muster a smile, but I know it falls flat. He turns to face me.

  “They’re just people, Emberleigh,” he says quietly. “There’s nothing to be nervous about.”

  I laugh at that. “I’m a woman, Nathan. That’s what we do when we meet the friends of the guy we’re sleeping with.”

  One corner of his mouth tips up. “Fine, but maybe loosen up on the death grip you have on my fingers before you crush them.”

  I huff out a breath and purse my lips at him playfully. “You’re a man, you can take it.”

  Using the hand I’m still squeezing, he yanks me forward until I slam against his hard chest. Then my hand is pulled around to my lower back. His solid length pokes into my stomach. He touches his lips to mine briefly before he pulls back, a look of smoldering lust filling his eyes as he gazes down at me.

  “We’ll see just how much both of us can take tonight.”

  My body reacts by sagging in his arms. He smirks as he uses both of our hands against my back to hold me up. I don’t have it in me to tell him I won’t be home tonight. Sundays are usually reserved for Avery. It’s something we’ll have to discuss later. Coming here today is already taking time away from her. I know I probably spend too much time at my parents’ place, but Avery is there, and I like to eat up any time I can with her. She may not know I’m her mother, but I like to do all the “sisterly” things I can with her.

  After another short but no less scorching kiss, he turns away from me. Instead of knocking like I expected him to do, he grabs the knob, pushes the door open, and drags me inside. Hearing voices, we follow them into the living room where we find Nathan’s friends. There’s a dark-haired man sitting on a chair with a blonde woman on his lap. Another man with dark-blond hair with sunglasses resting on his head sits with his feet propped up on the coffee table and the feet of a black-haired woman in his lap, massaging them.

  They all look our way, and it’s evident by the surprised looks on their faces that Nathan didn’t tell anyone I would be tagging along. It’s the blond man who speaks first.

  “’S’bout time you got here,” he says. His eyes move to me and his lips tip up into a sexy smirk. “And look, he brought 9B with him.” He turns his head back to the black-haired girl and winks.

  I don’t have a chance to dwell on his comment before I feel Nathan stiffen, at the same time the woman he winke
d at jabs his stomach with her toes.

  The man winces, but laughs good-naturedly. “Fuck me, woman. I’m gonna make a complaint for all the abuse you give me,” he remarks, rubbing the sore spot.

  “To who?” The woman sits up and swings her feet to the floor.

  “Fuck if I know, but as soon as I find out, I’m doing it.”

  “Dork,” the woman mutters.

  The woman gets up and makes her way toward us, with the blonde woman following her. When the man from the couch makes a move to get up, Nathan points at him. “Stay right the fuck there and shut your mouth.”

  He falls back in his seat while throwing a middle finger at him, and mutters, “Whatever.”

  The women’s smiles are big when they stop in front of us, and it makes me slightly uncomfortable. I shift on my feet. Nathan notices and throws an arm over my shoulders.

  “You must be Emberleigh,” the blonde woman says sweetly.

  My surprise at her knowing my name must register on my face, because she grins bigger.

  “Nathan’s mentioned you a time or two. Anyway, I’m Abby, and this is Willow.” She throws a thumb over her shoulder. “The hot guy on the chair is my husband, Colt.”

  “Hey,” Tegan calls. “I’m hot too, damn it.”

  Ignoring him, Abby holds out her hand, and I reach for it. “It’s nice to meet you,” I say sincerely.

  We release hands and Willow throws hers out next. “You’ll have to excuse Tegan. He likes to play in the clouds sometimes.”

  “I heard that,” Tegan says loudly, sounding offended.

  Willow’s eyes turn mischievous when she says, “You were supposed to.”

  “Oh” is his mumbled reply.

  A laugh escapes my lips before I can stop myself. “No worries.”

  “Anyway, come sit,” Abby offers, then turns on her bare feet and she and Willow walk back to their seats.