by Alex Grayson
Willow must make her decision, because her eyes close and she moans low. Tegan flicks his eyes our way for a moment before he fully faces Willow. Using his free hand, he lifts her shirt, baring her lacy white bra before pulling down one of the cups and taking the nipple between his lips. I’m so mesmerized by the sight that I let go of Nathan’s hand, desperately needing his touch. It’s apparent Willow is okay with this, and oh, God… I’ve never been more turned on in my life.
Nathan scoots so close to me that I’m practically sitting on his lap. When he removes his hand from my upper thigh, I have to force myself to not snatch it back. Luckily, he only removes it long enough to slip his hand inside my leggings, where I know he finds me soaked.
I suck in a ragged breath when his finger bumps my sensitive and needy clit. Of their own accord, my legs open wider, hoping he’ll take advantage and plunge his fingers inside me.
“See what I see,” his husky voice whispers in my ear, although my eyes are still pinned on the couple across the room. “Look at her face,” he continues. “Watch as the pleasure completely takes over her. How her body trembles and flushes, how her hands clench and her toes curl. How the muscles in her body tighten when he shoves his fingers inside her and she bites her lip when he sucks on her nipples. There’s nothing more erotic than watching a woman come undone at the hands of a man.”
The whole time he’s talking, his fingers magically work the tight bundle of nerves hidden by a small hood of skin, and my eyes stay on Tegan and Willow. I watch the pleasure wash over her face and her body jerk in response to Tegan’s hand and mouth, just as Nathan said she would. Low moans simultaneously leave my and Willow’s lips.
Tegan’s mouth leaves Willow’s nipple with a loud pop, then he’s kissing her. Her hands thread through his hair while her hips lift from the couch, trying to get more of his hand. Nathan pinches my clit before leaving it behind and slowly inserting a finger inside me. I whimper and moan at the sensations running through me. The pleasure is so great that it’s almost too much, and my eyes fall closed.
Nathan’s hand stops and then he growls, “Open your eyes.” They snap open, and I look at him. “I want you to keep your eyes on them. I want you to see the excitement on his face as he touches her. Look at them as they both fall over the edge of ecstasy.”
He grabs the waistband of my leggings and orders me to lift my hips. They are pulled down my thighs, but he doesn’t take them all the way off. Instead, he leaves them around my knees. His eyes flare when he looks down and sees my swollen pussy, glistening with my arousal, and I swear more moisture floods between my legs.
A soft cry has me turning my head. Tegan has three fingers inside Willow and he’s fucking her with them in sure strokes. Suddenly, he pulls his fingers away and drops to his knees in front of her. He yanks her panties down her legs. Lifting both of her legs, he props her feet on the couch, completely exposing her to everyone in the room. Her eyes meet mine again for a moment, her cheeks blazing, before she drops them to Tegan. She threads her fingers through his hair as he lowers his head. I watch as her fingers tighten in the strands and her head drops to the back of the couch. I can’t see him, but I know he’s lapping at her, drinking in the juices her body is producing.
My legs are spread wider and fingers play at my opening before one is shoved inside me. I cry out at the intrusion. When I peek over at Nathan, he’s watching me instead of Tegan and Willow. His teeth are bared and the look in his eyes has my inner muscles tightening around his fingers.
Tegan grunts and groans as he eats away at Willow. Nathan’s right. The look on her face is pure carnal need and it’s so damn hot I can’t move my eyes away. I can’t stop watching as she clenches her eyes closed and fists his hair, lifting her hips to meet Tegan’s eager mouth.
Nathan adds two more fingers to the first one. “Goddamn, your face is so fucking beautiful right now,” he groans as he fucks me with rapid movements. When I turn my head to look at him, he pushes them inside as far as they’ll go, then stops and holds them there. “No,” he grunts. “Don’t look away. I want to feel your body tighten around my fingers as you come to the sight of them.”
I’m conflicted because I want to look at Nathan, but I also want to keep watching Tegan and Willow, to see what they’ll do next. It’s not long before I find out.
Tegan pulls away from Willow, the arousal on his mouth and chin glistening in the light. He comes to a stand and starts working on his jeans. They fall slack against his ass as he lifts Willow and turns her so she’s on her knees, her hands resting on the arm of the couch. One hand grips his erection and slowly strokes himself, while the other hand smooths down the center of Willow’s back. At this angle, I have a side view of both of their faces.
Tegan’s knees come to rest on the couch behind Willow. My breath comes in choppy pants as Nathan’s hand begins to work me over faster. He notches the head of his cock at her opening, but doesn’t push forward. He turns his head slowly to Nathan and me. His eyes flicker over Nathan’s hand between my legs before they move to my eyes. A smirk lifts up the corners of his mouth. His eyes leave mine, and before I know it, he rams his hips forward, impaling himself inside Willow.
“Oh, God, Tegan,” Willow screams, clutching at the fabric under her hands.
Tegan hisses out a breath and holds himself still for a moment before pulling out, only to slam forward again.
My legs tense over Nathan’s lap and my stomach dips as the beginning of an orgasm forms. I arch my hips up and Nathan takes advantage, shoving another finger in next to the three already there. A burning sensation builds because of the tight fit, but it feels too good to protest. I grip the cushion beneath me and lift my hips again, my body begging for more.
I want to be Willow right now, hanging over the arm of the couch as Nathan takes me roughly from behind.
Tegan leans over her, wraps an arm around her waist, and does a series of short thrusts. Each inward motion elicits a cry from her lips.
My release is sudden, and it hits me like a thousand bolts of lightning. My body bows, and a hoarse cry escapes me. I tip my head back and close my eyes, no longer able to hold them open. Nathan’s movements slow and he gently removes his fingers, then softly caresses my sore pussy.
My head falls to the side and my eyes open when Willow moans deeply, Tegan’s grunted groan coming immediately after. He still has his arm wrapped around her and he’s laying gentle kisses along her spine. They both pant heavily as they try to recover. Now that it’s over, embarrassment creeps in when she turns her head and her eyes meet mine. We both quickly look away, and it makes me feel marginally better that the situation is awkward for her too.
Tegan gets to his feet and scoops Willow from the couch bridal style. His eyes meet Nathan’s as they pass by us.
“We’ll lock the door on the way out,” Nathan says, and gets a chin lift from Tegan.
Once they are out of the room, I cover my face with my hands. “I can’t believe I just did that,” I mutter into them.
Nathan’s chuckle is deep. He pulls my hands away, and I shoot him a glare for finding this funny, when it’s anything but.
“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Emberleigh.”
I laugh bitterly. “I beg to differ. How am I going to look them in the face after watching them have sex? After they’ve seen me get off watching them have sex.”
“They liked you watching them as much as you liked watching them. They got off on it just as strongly as you did. They came because you were watching them. There’s nothing wrong with it as long as all parties agree to it.”
Something flickers in his eyes with his last sentence, but before I get a chance to analyze it, he’s pulling my leggings back up my legs. I lift my hips to help him.
“Come on.” He gets to his feet, then pulls me to mine. “Time to go.” The look in his eyes and the hard bulge in his pants tell me the night isn’t over.
Remembering the look in both their eyes, especially Wil
low’s, I know what Nathan said is true. They enjoyed me watching them.
And if I’m honest with myself, I enjoyed it too. More than I ever thought I would.
ChapterSeventeen
Nathan
I CLOSE AND LOCK THE OFFICE door behind me, then make my way to my truck. Everyone else left for the day an hour ago, while I stayed behind to catch up on emails I wasn’t able to get to earlier in the day. I’m tired as hell, but I have a couple of stops to make before heading home.
My stop at the drugstore doesn’t take long, but the slow-moving rush hour traffic on I-75 makes getting out of the city a bitch. It gives me plenty of time to think over the last few days.
The night I had Emberleigh watch Tegan and Willow on the couch has played over and over in my head the last few days. Out of all the times I’ve watched people stimulate themselves or others to release, I’ve never seen anything more stunning than Emberleigh’s expression and body language while she watched them. Seeing her body come to life, feeling the uncontrollable way she reacted as she watched the carnal needs of others was more stimulating for me than watching them myself. It was captivating to witness.
That night, I took her back to her place and left not one inch of her body untouched by mine. I devoured her whole, while at the same time she completely consumed me. Her pleasure of watching others damn near matches my own. I could see it in the intense heat in her eyes. If I hadn’t already known she was perfect for me, that would have solidified it. Being a voyeur and knowing not many women would be okay with their lovers watching other couples as they fornicate, I never really thought I would be given the chance, or even want the chance, to have a lasting relationship. But now that I’ve found Emberleigh and knowing she has dark desires like mine, I realize how badly I want something that would last longer than a few good fucks. But only with her. It’s not just because she likes to watch others. There’s so much more than that. Her kindness, her willingness to try new things, her selflessness, her ability to make me laugh, the determination to better herself by finishing school, her dedication to her daughter and parents. Not to mention she’s sexy as hell, and knows how to light my body on fire with just a simple look.
On my part, things may have started out as just watching her every Tuesday, but there’s no fucking way in hell I’ll ever be able to let her go or simply go back to watching her. That ship sailed the minute I touched her for the first time.
Turning on my blinker, I get off the interstate and follow the directions from the GPS on my phone to a small, quaint neighborhood.
I have no damn clue how to tell Emberleigh about my weekly invasion of her privacy. I don’t regret doing it, because if I hadn’t, we probably would have never met, but I do hate knowing it’s going to hurt her when my secret is out. I have to tell her. For this to work between us, there needs to be complete honesty. I just pray to fucking Christ she can overcome it and eventually forgive me.
I pull up to a medium-size brick house with white shutters. The yard looks well maintained. A smile touches my lips when I see a tire swing swaying under a big oak tree. Emberleigh told me her dad put that swing in when she was a little girl and now Avery plays on it.
Grabbing the stuff I bought from the drugstore, I climb from the truck and make my way up the walkway to the front door. I haven’t seen Emberleigh in three days. The last two nights she spent here at her parents’. We were supposed to go to Blackie’s tonight then back to her place, but she called me earlier, saying Avery has strep throat and she didn’t want to leave her. As much as I want to see her, I can’t fault her for not wanting to leave her sick child.
I rap my knuckles against the front door and wonder how this is going to go. I didn’t tell Emberleigh of my plans to stop by. I didn’t make the decision to do so until a couple hours ago, so the surprise is on both of us. The need to see her is too great, so since she can’t come to me, I’ll go to her. Even if that means I’ll be meeting the parents for the first time. After Emberleigh told me what happened to her as a teenager, I’m still unsure how I feel about them. How in the hell can parents be so deep into their grief over one child they neglect to see how far their other child has fallen?
The door opening pulls me from my thoughts. An older man stands on the other side, gripping the door as he blocks my view of the rest of the house. His eyes are the same blue as Emberleigh’s and Avery’s. He also has the same chin. This must be her father.
“Can I help you?” His voice is deep and scratchy.
“I’m looking for Emberleigh.”
His eyes narrow with suspicion as he looks me up and down. I can’t say I blame the guy. If some strange person knocked on my door looking for my daughter, I’d do more than just glare at him. Of course, the purple stuffed elephant, flowers, and the bag of other items in my arms probably makes him wary as well.
“And who might you be?” he asks, crossing his arms over his chest.
I almost smirk at the defensive look. He’s tall, but slender. He has to know that with my hard-muscled body and my younger age, I could easily crush him if I wanted, but still, he stands in front of me like he’d take me out in a second if he felt his family was threatened. Just that act alone lessens some of my animosity toward him. This man obviously takes the protection of his family seriously, and I respect the hell out of that.
I hold out a hand and offer a smile, trying to show him I’m no danger to his family. “Nathan. I’m a friend of Emberleigh’s.”
Instead of taking my hand, he just looks at it. I drop it back to my side, unoffended. I’m just about to explain my reason for being here when a petite woman pushes herself between Emberleigh’s father and the door. She’s of average height, maybe five foot six or so, has blonde hair, and brown eyes. She also looks a lot like Emberleigh and Avery. The female genes must run heavy in her family.
“Damn it, Martha. I told you I’d get the door,” he grumbles. “How did you know this man didn’t have a gun on me or something?”
She slaps him in the stomach with the back of her hand, her expression annoyed. “Oh, stop it. I heard him say Em’s name, so obviously he knows her.” She turns to me and her face softens as she smiles. She looks much too young to be Emberleigh’s mom, but I remember her from the video chat a while back.
“Hi. I’m Martha,” she says, extending her hand. “And this rude lump is Jeffrey.”
I shake her incredibly soft hand. “Nathan. It’s nice to meet you, ma’am.”
“No ‘ma’am’ is required. Just Martha.”
I accept with a nod.
Her eyes flick over my face for a moment, then move to the items in my hands. Her smile, which was simply polite before, now reaches her eyes. She takes a step back and bumps into her husband, then starts pushing him back with her body. He gets the idea and steps back as well, grumbling something under his breath.
“Please, come in.” She gestures with her hand.
I step inside and am immediately met with a delicious sweet smell. I take a quick look around, noticing the warm and friendly feeling of the place. To the right, there’s a decent-sized living room with an L-shaped couch, tables at both ends, coffee table, a TV mounted on the wall across from them, and a fire place in the corner. To the left, a staircase leading to the second floor. Straight across is another door that looks like it might lead to a kitchen.
“Would you like a cup of coffee?” Martha asks, interrupting my perusal of her home.
“Nathan?” I look up and find Emberleigh at the top of the stairs, her brows furrowing as she starts walking down them. “What are you doing here?”
I lift my arm, showing her the bag, stuffed animal, and flowers. “Remedies to help Avery feel better.” I jiggle the bag. “Soup and popsicles for a sore throat.”
She looks briefly at her parents as she passes by them before coming to stop in front of me. Her eyes move from the bag, to the stuffed animal, to the flowers.
“You bought me flowers too?”
I smirk. “Sorry, th
ose are for Avery as well.”
Her laugh is light as she bends to smell the white daisies, then runs her hand down the trunk of the elephant.
“I wasn’t sure what kind of flowers she liked or if she liked stuffed animals.”
Martha laughs behind Emberleigh, and she looks over at her. When she brings her eyes back to me, there’s a twinkle there. “She definitely likes stuffed animals.” Pausing, she lays a hand on my arm. “This was so thoughtful of you, Nathan. You didn’t have to do this.”
I smile crookedly at her. “No, but I wanted to. Every girl should get flowers when she’s sick.” Leaning forward, I lower my voice. “Besides, I really wanted to see you.”
A gorgeous blush forms on her cheeks as her eyes drop from mine. It makes me want to reach forward and pull her into my arms just to feel her against me.
Spinning on her heel, she faces her parents. “Mom, Dad, I assume you’ve met Nathan?”
“We have,” Martha replies, her eyes kind as she meets mine with a smile. Stepping forward, she holds out her hand. “Why don’t I take the soup and popsicles to the kitchen. It’s about time for Avery to eat anyway, so I’ll warm up what Nathan brought her. You both can bring her the flowers and stuffed animal.”
“Are you sure? I was just coming down to make her something,” Emberleigh asks her mom.
“I’m sure, sweetie. Go take Nathan up there so he can bring her his gifts. It’ll brighten her spirits a little. Your dad will bring up the soup in just a bit.”
I pass the bag along to Martha. She steps closer, lifts her hand, and surprises me by patting my cheek.
“Such a sweet young man,” she says fondly. She steps back, and her eyes swing to Emberleigh. “I assume this is the man Jessika said you were seeing?”
