“Umm…” I lifted and fell, my gaze on Easton’s face, which had gone dark with pleasure.
His finger went farther inside of me. “How long?”
“A few weeks,” I gasped.
“Two months,” Easton corrected. “Put another finger in her. She’s getting so fucking tight around me.”
Two months? I struggled to focus on that number. Had it really been that long? Between my cheeks, a second finger worked tightly in beside the first, the pain sharp and unique. I lifted higher and slowed my movements to give him more access.
“Have you ever been double penetrated, Elle?”
“No,” I moaned, a new world of pleasure opening up as he worked his fingers apart, stretching me open, my body burning around his touch. “I can’t take you both. You’re too big.”
“You can take it,” Easton urged, his mouth tearing across my collarbone, nipping and sucking at the skin as he kneaded handfuls of my ass in his fists. “Please, Elle. You have no idea how badly I want this.”
But I did. I knew because I wanted it, and probably more than he did. My body was coming apart at the idea, my craving laced with apprehension over their size. But I liked it when my husband begged and I feigned further reluctance. “I can’t,” I gasped.
“Relax your ass. Breath out slowly. Big breaths.”
I couldn’t relax, not when the pleasure was wrapping tight cords around his fingers, my body already crawling toward the edge of a monster orgasm. There was another squirt of lube, and I stiffened in place when a third finger wedged into the tight hole. “No, please—”
“Please, what?” He was moving closer. His dick poked the back of my thigh, and I couldn’t figure out what I was begging for, only that I wanted it all. “Is this what you want?” There was a shift, a push, an expansion, and I don’t know how he managed to exchange his fingers for his cock, but he was inside of me, pushing deeper, Easton was frozen still, and holy shit, this was the sort of thing that someone should have told me about ten years ago.
“Stay still, Easton,” I gasped, clawing at his chest, unable to move even enough to look down at him. “Just—give me a moment.”
“Her ass feels incredible. She’s a fucking sexual thoroughbred.”
“I know. I’m the luckiest man on earth.” Easton ran his hands tenderly over my breasts. “You lead the movement, Elle. When you’re ready.” His touch was soothing and reassuring, his voice calm despite the shudder that ran through it. “But fuck, baby. You’ve never been so tight. It feels…amazing.”
I tested the movement with a slow lift up, which withdrew both of them almost out, my range of motion stopped by Dr. Loutin’s firm grip on my ass. I lowered down, and both of them responded audibly, the groan and flex of their voices giving me the courage to move again, quicker this time, my pleasure flexing in time with the small bounces of my hips.
“Okay stop.” The doctor gripped my waist. “Easton, fuck her from beneath. Slowly first, then as hard as she can take it.”
“I—” I started to protest, the words dying as Easton spoke up from beneath me, his fingers pinching the tip of one breast.
“Trust us. We won’t give you more than you can handle.” He tightened his grip on me. “Stay still. Both of you.”
With the stiff meat of the doctor’s cock filling my ass, I stayed in place as Easton slowly thrust his hips up, sliding the thick rod of his dick in and out of me, his pace quickening as I began to adjust to the double penetration.
“Holy shit,” he gasped.
“I’m close,” I cried. I stared down at him, meeting the fierce look of domination and possession in his gaze, then pinched my eyes shut as everything in my body snapped into a thousand shards of pleasure.
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“I can’t believe it’s not even dark outside.” I lowered the sun visor and slumped against the seat, stretching out my legs. “There should be a rule against being that kinky before six p.m.”
“Are you hungry?” Easton shifted into reverse and began to back out of the spot.
“Starving. Pei Wei?” I watched a couple as they left the medical building and wondered how close their appointment had been to ours. When we had left, the office next to ours had been full of people and I had flushed, wondering if anyone had heard anything.
“Pei Wei works for me. Want to call in an order?”
“Yeah.” I dialed the number, then put the phone to my ear. In the time it took me to place our order and give our credit card number, Easton returned two business calls. I ended the call and settled back in the seat, listening as he spoke about a potential market dip in medical marijuana stock.
I was pleasantly sore, my ass aching the most. I was also a little buzzed, my body still humming from the experience. Julia and I had spoken about that at lunch—the high that came after the sex, a unique feeling of sexual invincibility. I had felt it after Aaron and after the De Lucas, though that peak had been destroyed by our fight. I glanced at Easton, grateful that the insecurities that had emerged after Brad hadn’t come back.
He ended the call and glanced at me. “That was fucking hot.”
“Your call?” I asked innocently.
“Funny.” A light spattering of rain began to fall and he turned on the windshield wipers. “I thought he was good. Respectful but still masculine. What’d you think?”
“The setup was hot. It felt real, and that…” I blushed. “That was really hot for me. Plus, he was good. I liked his dick. And he knew what he was doing.”
“It was nice that he came practically on demand.”
I had ended my “exam” on my back, my limbs weak, my body twitching with the aftershocks of pleasure as the two of them stood on either side of the table, their dicks in hand. Easton had muttered that he was close, and the doctor almost instantly come, his rope of come hitting me across the breasts, a splatter of it on my cheek. Easton had followed suit, his release more focused on my mouth, and I had lifted onto my elbows to take him, and then the doctor, into my mouth and sucked them both dry.
I shifted in the seat so I was facing him. “Do you think you’d be okay, just meeting with guys? Not doing any threesomes with girls?”
“Babe, after what just happened, I’m okay with anything you want. You could bring up fucking a banana peel and I’d jump into action.”
I laughed, but could see that there was something else.
“You… you didn’t like what you did with Julia?”
“It was okay. But we also fought afterward. And I know that was mostly about Brad, but I’m not sure that’s what I want. In that scenario, I liked it. But I’m worried, in a different scenario, I won’t.”
“Then we won’t do it,” he said with a shrug. “I don’t want to do anything you aren’t fully on board with. But we can figure that out later. We said three months, right? Who knows how you’ll feel then.”
Three months. I had completely forgotten about our three-month hiatus after this event. I nodded. “Right. You’re right.”
Three months. It felt like both a blessing and a curse. Three months to figure out our future. Three months to return to a normal life. Three months for the drama to cool, and our relationship with Chelsea to mend, and our sex life to reconnect to normality.
Three months. A blessing, I decided.
“You seem deep in thought,” Easton mused. “Having second thoughts about your Pei Wei order?”
I scoffed. “Never. But, come here.” I reached over and undid his seatbelt, then tugged at his shirt. “Hurry, before the light changes.” I leaned forward, and he leaned forward, and our kiss met in the air above the center console.
“I love you,” he whispered. “You’re everything to me, you know that?”
“Same here,” I whispered. “You’re all I need in life.”
The light changed green, but we stayed there a moment longer, one final kiss deeper, before we broke apart.
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“Okay, so I’m still really mad at you.” Chelsea stood on our
front stoop, two grocery bags in hand. “But, I am also equally impressed by Aaron’s apology speech, which you had an apparent hand in setting up, so I’ve decided that it’s okay.”
It was a bit of a grey area in terms of forgiveness, but she smiled, and I was ready to have Chelsea back in my life, even if she was still smarting on the edges. I hugged her, and she returned the gesture, her movement slightly hampered by the groceries she still carried.
“Here, let me get those.” I took them from her and peered into each one. “What is this stuff?”
“I was cleaning out my fridge and couldn’t stand to throw it all out. You’re still keto, right?”
“Still keto. Here, come in so I can shut the door. The air conditioner is being temperamental.” I carried the bags into the kitchen and started to unpack the contents, growing less hungry with each new item. Brussel sprouts, chia seeds, and olives hit the counter, followed by a glass jar containing chunks of coconut. “Were you eating this stuff?”
“Kind of. I was buying it and looking at it. But now I’m off that. I’m only putting into my body what it wants to eat.” She looked around. “Where’s E?”
“At work. They’re doing some team-building rah-rah thing.” I loaded some of the items into the fridge, then moved to the pantry, dubiously eyeing some organic flax seed crackers before sticking them onto the shelf next to E’s extra-cheesy Doritos. I shut the pantry door and turned back to her. “Chelsea, I am really sorry. You had every right to be upset, and if I’d had any idea that—”
“I know you wouldn’t have done anything with Aaron if you’d thought that I liked him.” She grimaced. “It was like, the one secret I was actually good at keeping.”
I let out a soft laugh. “No joke.” Curiosity got the best of me. “Why did you keep it a secret? Why not tell me?”
“I don’t know. I kinda did. I was dropping hints like crazy. And I asked you if you thought it was too soon to make a move on him.”
“You did?” I frowned, certain I would have remembered that.
“Yeah. I think you thought I was joking. Or just, you know, being ‘Chelsea’.” She put air quotes around her name and fell silent.
I balled up the empty bags into my fist and came around the counter to give her another hug. “I’m sorry. Easton and I kinda were exploring things sexually, and it was right at the time when Aaron was staying here, and my hormones were out of control from this fertility—”
“Stop.” She held up a hand. “You don’t have to explain your sex life to me. And if you and Easton are stepping outside of the box, then seriously—more power to you guys. Seriously. Ignore all of that terrible stuff that I said about swingers and monogamy and married people being boring.” She inhaled. “I just… don’t want you to experiment any more with Aaron.”
I shot her a look. “You know you don’t have to worry about that. You just said you knew we wouldn’t have done that if we’d known—”
“I know, I know, but I just had to say it so that I wouldn’t have to ever think about it again.”
“Listen to me.” I put both hands on her shoulders. “I will never ever ever touch Aaron or be naked in front of Aaron, or do anything with Aaron that I wouldn’t do with my grandma sitting beside me. And you know how judgmental my grandma is. Okay?”
“She really is a judgmental bitch,” Chelsea admitted. “Remember when she called me a hooker for wearing a tube top?”
“I remember.” I laughed. I squeezed her. “Okay? Do you feel comfortable now?”
“Yes. But I do have an important and completely inappropriate question to ask you.”
“Is it about Aaron’s penis?”
Her mouth dropped open. “What?! No! I wouldn’t…” she sputtered through a few more useless adjectives before dropping into the closest stool. “Yes. Tell me everything. Length, width, stamina. Because I got to tell you, Elle, I really like him. And you know I’m picking about my penises. So before I go tossing my heart into his soulful eyes—”
“I’m not going to tell you anything about his penis.” I folded the paper bag up and stuffed it under my sink.
“What? Come on! I told you all about Easton’s dick before you even met him.”
“And that was a gross invasion of his privacy.” I folded my arms over my chest. “I’m not going to do it.”
“Give me a hint.” She picked up the cucumber and slid her finger along the length of it. “Just tell me when to stop.” She moved about six inches down the shaft and glanced at me. Moved another inch. Paused. Moved another inch. Paused. Moved another inch. Her eyebrows raised. She kept going.
“I’m not telling you.” I snatched the cucumber from her and opened the fridge door, tossing it into the produce drawer. “And thanks. Now I’m going to have that visual when I eat it.”
“I’ll pay you to tell me. Come on. Fifty bucks.”
“My moral compass doesn’t have a price tag. At least, not since Easton agreed to take Nicole Fagnani back as a client. You should have returned my calls last week. I might have spilled everything for a Subway gift card back then.”
She pouted. “So, it’s ugly. Is it like a curly fry? Or wait, it’s tiny, right? Like a baby carrot?”
“Are you hungry? What’s with all the food references?”
She sighed. “I’m starving. Have you eaten lunch?”
I grabbed my purse. “Let me lock up Wayland and we’ll go. You want to drive?”
“I guess.” She reached out and hugged me, the impulsive gesture catching me by surprise. “I missed you, Elle.”
I set my purse down and squeezed her back. “I missed you too. Like crazy. Even when I didn’t want to.” She started to pull away and I tightened my grip on her, my mouth close to her ear. “It’s not ugly or tiny. I think you’ll be very pleased.”
She whooped out a celebratory yelp, one that sent Wayland into a barking fit, and had me laughing, despite the plummet my morality had just taken.
“Now come on,” I insisted. “For once, I’m buying you lunch.”
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Easton found me on the back porch, my feet resting on a bag of dog food, a glass of wine in hand. “Hey.” He bent over and brushed his lips against mine.
“Here.” I pulled my bag of chips off the adjacent chair and patted the cushion. “Sit. You can watch your son make a complete fool of himself.”
“What’s he doing?” He settled into the chair and worked at his tie, loosening the knot and lifting it over his head.
“He’s terrified of that container.” I held out my glass of wine and he took it, tipping back the glass and taking a generous sip of the chilled white chardonnay—a recommendation from Julia De Luca which was excellent and cheap, a winning combination.
“This is good,” he remarked. Glancing at the darkening yard, he whistled for Wayland, who glanced his way, then returned his tense attention to the empty gallon of weed killer, which had blown off out of the recycling container and was lying on its side in the yard.
“You can have some of those chips if you’re hungry.”
He picked up the bag and grimaced. “Kale potato chips? Where’d these come from?”
“Chelsea stopped by. We grabbed lunch and made up. All is forgiven.”
“Wow. I forgave Nicole, Chelsea forgave us, Aaron might actually get laid… things are looking up.”
“Don’t forget about my closing next week,” I pointed out. “The De Luca house will officially put me on the map. Julia already referred a friend of hers to me.”
“Why were they selling that house? Are they buying something else in town?”
“I think there’s some kind of drama with Brad’s family. I asked, and they didn’t really answer, so I dropped it. But if they do buy something else, I think they’ll definitely use me again.”
“Of course they will.” He reached out and grabbed my hand. “Congratulations, baby. You know, we never did go out and celebrate that sale.”
“We went to Roadhouse, remember? You ate to
o many of the peanuts and got all puffy?”
“No, we needed to do a proper celebration. Something like old times. Smith & Wollensky… or maybe Joe’s Stone Crabs.” His eyes lit up. “Come on. This was a huge sale for you. You need to be properly wined and dined. Buy a new dress. Let me get you flowers. Order too many desserts and have drunk sex in the limo.”
“Oh there’s a limo?” I raised my brows and laughed as he pulled me out of my chair and onto his lap. “You know I’m no good in limos.”
“You won’t fall asleep in this one,” he vowed. “I have all sorts of filthy ideas to keep you awake.”
“Let’s let it close first,” I negotiated. “I don’t want to jinx anything.”
“You can’t jinx this,” he whispered, nuzzling the crook of my neck. “This is the beginning of everything. Can’t you feel it? Our lives, coming together?”
Wayland let out a low growl, then bolted away from the bucket with a terrified whimper as a gust of wind rolled it a half-turn to the side. I laughed, calling him to me, and he scurried over, his tail pinched between his legs.
“Don’t let him—” Easton’s warning was cut off as Wayland crawled into our laps, his feet pistoning into my thighs as he worked his way in between us and laid back, exposing his belly.
“I can’t breathe,” Easton wheezed. “You guys are too heavy.”
“DOWN.” I pointed to the floor and Wayland opened his mouth, his tongue lolling out one side.
“Go on.” Easton heaved him off in a tumble of paws, ears, and tail, and I smiled as he hit the ground and immediately sprinted into the dark. “Okay, where were we?”
“You were telling me that this was the beginning of everything.” I settled back onto his lap and curled against his chest, my head settling against his shoulder.
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