The Ex (11 page)

“I’d like to think so. But I’m definitely out of my element here.” I opened my legs wider. I was so used to Neil’s slow teasing that when Ian’s hands met the junctures of my thighs and legs and the tips of his thumbs slipped between my labia, I jumped.

“Is that all right?” Ian asked.

“Yes,” I whimpered, leaning back on him.

“Would you like me to put a condom on?” Neil asked Gena as she wet her lips and leaned in toward his cock.

“Only when we’re fucking,” she said. Both her hands were wrapped around Neil’s shaft and she opened her mouth wide to take him in.

Shouldn’t you be feeling a little more upset to be watching this?
I shushed my judgmental inner voice. How was I going to be jealous or upset when I was enjoying Ian’s hands on me so much? He pressed his thumbs lightly on either side of my clit, rolling in opposite directions. I’d never felt anything like it.

Maybe this was the fun of it. Being with someone who would touch me differently, fuck me differently, but making it an intimate experience that involved Neil, too—just as we had with Emir. The only difference was that we had a woman with us, as well as a man.

And she was a beautiful woman. I’ve always been able to look at my fellow girls and judge their attractiveness honestly, but being in a sexual situation with another woman, even if we weren’t interacting directly, my perception shifted. The curve of her ass—and the two dimples on either side of her spine—captivated me. Her pace was leisurely, her hand gliding up and down Neil’s length while she licked the head of his cock like an ice cream cone. She held his gaze as she did, and I thought,
oh, we both do that.

It was nice to have yet another thing in common with her.

Ian still rubbed me gently, but his thumbs picked up pace a bit. One middle finger slipped into me, one of those long, elegant fingers that I’d stared at all through dinner. I clenched on it.

I couldn’t take my eyes off Gena’s mouth on Neil’s cock, his hand in her hair. He caught my eye, and I winked at him, reaching up to cup my breasts and rub the pads of my thumbs over my nipples. Neil watched Ian’s hands between my legs, and I spread them wider to give him a better view. My wet pussy made soft, sucking pops as Ian moved his finger in and out. The evidence of my own desire was almost too much to take. My arousal rose higher, grew more desperate, until I was panting and rocking on his lap.

“Tell me what you like,” Ian murmured beside my ear. “Tell me where to go, and we’ll get there.”

“I…I…” That was too much. That declaration of confident, uncompromising sexuality, and I shot over the edge, moaning in surprise and relief.

Gena leaned back, a long string of drool hanging between her bottom lip and the underside of Neil’s cock, just for a moment. She wiped her mouth with a dainty finger. “First one of the night?”

“First of many,” Ian promised. He’d stilled his hands, but left them exactly where they were while the spasms in my cunt subsided.

I looked up at Neil. There was something unreadable in his expression. He wasn’t unhappy, but he looked…uncomfortable? I tilted my head, silently questioning him, and he just barely shook his head in response. A slow smile tilted his lips. “That was beautiful, Sophie.”

“It certainly made me wet,” Gena purred, and I blinked at her. No clever retort came to my mind. I’d never had such an overtly sexual compliment paid to me by a woman before.

And I’d lived with Holli.

“Is that so?” Neil asked her, reaching down to tilt her face up. “I’d like to see that.”

“Would you like to taste it?” I asked him, gasping as Ian’s finger moved inside me, his fingertip rubbing over my g-spot.

“Isn’t she just full of great ideas?” Ian chuckled, and Neil nodded in reply.

“I think I would like to, Gena. With your permission, of course?” Neil motioned to the bed.

“My permission,” she scoffed. “You Englishmen are so formal.”

“Scots aren’t so formal,” Ian said then growled beside my ear, “Get up and let me get my mouth on that cunt.”

Oh, fuck, I was in trouble, if he was going to talk to me like that.

“Where do you want me?” I asked, my voice shaking. There was something a little intimidating about a guy who’d made me come so easily. I felt the pull of my submissive side, but I pushed it firmly down. Neil was being very careful not to lapse into anything close to Dom territory—when was the last time I’d ever heard him ask, “with your permission” during sex?—so I couldn’t betray my Sir by submitting to another man. It was surprisingly easy for me to venture toward that line, because Ian was as sexually commanding as Neil.

But he wasn’t my Sir, so I didn’t have to wait for an answer. I climbed off his lap and turned, putting a knee on both of the chair’s wide arms. “I have an idea.”

“There’s that imagination,” he said with a grin. “Tell me what to do.”

“Slide down.” I put one hand on his head and smirked at him. It was kind of fun to be in-control-ish.

He grabbed my ass and made an appreciative noise, slouched deep in the chair to rub his cheek against my hairless mound. He kissed me at the top of my slit. His tongue rolled out, and he gave me a long lick, from the bottom up. “God, when you get wet, you really get wet.”

“Oh, oh!” I heard Gena shout behind me, and I smiled to myself, letting my eyes drift closed. It was easier to concentrate on the sensation of Ian’s tongue flicking over my clit. Gena’s exclamations grew in volume, and my own body tightened along with the sounds. When she came, she was loud, and Ian groaned.

I heard Neil gasp for air, and giggled, giddy from the arousing sounds and Ian’s mouth on me. He wasn’t quite as good at hitting my buttons orally as Neil was, but I wasn’t going to turn down a man who wanted to spend a long, leisurely time eating me out.

Gena’s breathy moans didn’t subside, and Neil said, low, “Keep going.” I followed that instruction, even though it wasn’t for me, and grasped Ian’s hair, rolling my hips against his face.

I let go of everything in my head, everything I thought I was supposed to be doing or feeling, and just gave in. My thighs trembled, and I relied on Ian to keep me from falling. Gena was still coming, still gasping and whining. I curved my body over Ian, riding his face. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I whispered over and over, and I came again, slamming my hand hard against the back of the chair.

Ian leaned back, out of breath, and smiled up at me with his face smeared with my wetness. “Christ, I thought you were going to drown me or break my neck, or both.”

I reached down and slipped two fingers into my pussy then held them out for him. He sucked them clean and nipped at them playfully.

“Let me get up and get these clothes off. I’m the only one left dressed.” He patted my backside, and I got down carefully. It gave me an opportunity to see what Neil and Gena were up to. His face was still between her legs, and her body stretched out long and straining on the rust-colored duvet. The shine from the silk shantung burnished her skin, and my mouth watered.

Holy shit. Am I attracted to Gena?

My lips parted as I watched her. My heart turned into a jackhammer in my chest. I noticed Neil out the corner of my eye. He’d caught me looking. He never raised his mouth from between Gena’s legs, but our eyes met, and I saw the knowing in them.

Gena missed the entire interaction. Her eyes were squinted up, her mouth open in a silent “Ah!” of pleasure as her hands clutched the duvet. A breath later, she exploded, her body bucking, and a loud, guttural groan twisted from her.

“Beautiful, isn’t she?” Ian asked, and I jumped. He’d caught me looking, too. He’d taken off his shirt and was working on his belt, so I dropped to my knees and helped him tug down his zipper. I slipped my hand in and grasped him. He was smaller than Neil, but by no means a slouch in the size department. His cock jumped at my hand, and I stroked him in my fist.

“Keep going, Gena,” Neil told her, and she whimpered, lifting her hips against his mouth.

“One more,” she panted. “One more, and then, you have to fuck me.”

I snickered to myself, because I knew that Neil would get a mental jolt from that. He wasn’t used to being ordered around.

“Why don’t you come here?” Ian suggested. “You can sit with me and watch.”

Though he’d said it with a slanted smile that made it seem like a sexy comment, there was a depth of sincerity in his eyes that couldn’t be missed. He sat in the chair again, his hard cock brushing his stomach. I gestured behind me. “Should I get a condom?”

“Sure.” He nodded toward Neil and Gena. Gena’s foot pounded against the bed as she thrashed under his mouth. “I think they’re about ready, what do you think?”

I opened the box of condoms and pulled one free of its strip then another. Neil sat up and wiped his face with the back of his hand, and I held up the little packet by one corner. I tossed it to him, and he caught it, snatching it out of the air before it could land on Gena.

Her chest still heaved as she came down, but she opened her eyes and tipped her head back to see me. “Is he always that bossy?”

I tilted my head, as if considering. “More.”

“Sophie is my sub,” Neil explained. When Gena made an interested noise, he said gently, “My only sub.”

“But you’re not a Dom, right now,” I reminded him. “So, be nice to poor Gena.”

“Nice to her, he made her come six times,” Ian said as I walked back to him with the condom.

“I know,” I said with a smirk. “I think he should be nice and do it six more times.”

“Now, that’s an imagination,” Ian said with a loud laugh. He helped me position myself over him, so that I was straddling his lap again, still facing the bed.

“Go at your own pace,” he said, holding my hips as I lowered myself onto him. The tip touched me, and I took a breath, drawing up a little.

His hands smoothed down my hips and thighs then back up. “You don’t have to do it, if you don’t want to.”

I wanted to. Everything about Ian was catnip for my libido; his age, his accent, his—oh god—his hands. I imagined him holding a pen and almost had another orgasm right there. But this wasn’t like with Emir, who’d become our friend after we’d already had a sexual relationship. This was one of Neil’s friends, and I didn’t want to ruin that.

Neil had an eerie sixth sense when it came to knowing what I was thinking or feeling at any particular moment. He nodded at me, just once, reassuring me without words. I looked over my shoulder and gave Ian an arched brow then met Neil’s gaze head-on as I sank back, impaling myself on Ian’s long, hard cock. Even though he wasn’t as big as Neil, Ian filled me up. The potential space of the vagina makes for a one-size-fits-most situation. I clutched at him with my muscles until my ass rested against his stomach. I couldn’t do much in this position, but I could whip my hips in a lazy arc.

He groaned loudly. “You could do that all day, and I wouldn’t complain.”

Neil settled between Gena’s parted legs, and she reached for him. I held my breath. This was it. I was really going to watch Neil have sex with another woman.

I knew it shouldn’t be different. I’d watched him fuck Emir when he’d stayed with us in the fall. But, somehow, to my erroneously partitioned off mind, I saw a huge difference. I saw Gena as a threat.

I wondered if Neil had felt the same way when he’d watched Emir fuck me that first time in London. It was strange, seeing someone else being intimate with Neil. I had this irrational fear that, despite everything we’d all done together tonight, this would be the part where I couldn’t handle it. But watching Neil’s eyes squint up in excruciating pleasure, seeing the way his body shuddered as he sank into Gena’s cunt, didn’t give me an emotional freak-out. If anything, it fulfilled some perverted curiosity in me.

Ian rocked his hips beneath me. His cock bumping my cervix was a delicious pressure. His arms snuck around my body to cup my breasts, and he flexed deep within me as he circled and tapped my nipples with his fingers. With a shift of his hips, the slight curve of his shaft pushed against my g-spot. My eyes would have rolled back in my head, if it wouldn’t have prevented me from watching what was happening on the bed.

Neil’s forearms flexed as he braced them beside Gena’s shoulders.

“Tell me how much,” he instructed her, the muscles in his butt tensing as he eased forward. Her eyes flared wide, and she moaned, long and throaty. Her eyes fluttered closed again as she tipped her head back. When he went too deep, she gasped, and he stilled, withdrawing a bit.

“There.” Her voice trembled. “Go slow?”

He smiled down at her. “I’ll follow your lead.”

Conflicting feelings warred in my brain and my heart. Seeing the way he was with Gena made me fully appreciate the depth of his consideration and compassion for his partners. I’d never thought about it before that moment, but it made it seem more romantic, and not less, to see that he cared so much about the people he had sex with, even when those people weren’t me.

With that realization came a twinge of sadness; he treated his lovers that way because he knew what it was like to not feel that trust and respect.

“Do you want me to stop?” Ian asked softly, his hands stilling.

“I’m sorry, I…wow, I just got kind of caught up in the moment,” I stuttered in embarrassment.