I cried out as he pinned me, his cock against my pussy, just two layers of denim keeping us apart. He fumbled with his zipper, and his breath was fast, so fast in my face. I stared at him, eyes wide, thighs spread and ready for more, but he paused before his dick was out, the haze clearing.
“Shit,” he said. “Carl. I just… can’t…”
I tried to find the resolve to push him away. “Grey area?”
He shook his head. “It’s not so fucking grey, not really.” He pressed his forehead to mine. “Shit.”
I sucked in breath. “It’s ok,” I said. “We won’t…”
“But I want to,” he said. “I want to so fucking much.” He gripped the leather of the sofa at the side of my head. “Why couldn’t he have just taken fucking lunchtime off?”
“He must have known…” I whispered. “He must have known we’d be… wanting…”
He shook his head, and his eyes were clear and focused. “That isn’t why you’re here,” he said, and there was a tone to it. A tone that made my heart sink.
I moved from underneath him, and he shifted to accommodate, pulling up his zipper and leaving his cock well alone.
“Why am I here? Why did you call me here knowing Carl was out?” The questions came out with a ragged desperation, and I hated it. I hated the thought of surprises.
And I hated the thought of this being over.
“I didn’t want to say…” he said. “Not yet. It’s too early, way too early, but Carl… Carl needs…” He sighed, then rubbed his face, his breath deep.
I sat upright, closed my thighs. “Carl needs…?”
“Carl wants to know whether…” He sighed. “Carl has… requirements…”
“Two cocks at once, right?” I said.
He shook his head. “That’s not it.” He brushed a wisp of hair from my cheek. “I didn’t want to talk about it, not so soon. But it’s important. Carl is… insistent… he wants to know… needs to know…”
“Needs to know what?”
He looked so awkward, so uncharacteristically unsure. He stared at me, and I willed him, willed him just to spit it out.
“It’s important, like I said.” He looked at the ceiling. “It’s a sensitive situation… something you need to know about…”
“Tell me,” I said. “Just tell me…”
Rick’s eyes were dark and horny, his breath still fast as he prepared to answer my question. “Carl needs…”
But another voice told me. It boomed from the hallway. “Lunch,” it said. “Carl needs his fucking lunch.”
I stared open-mouthed at the doorway, and Rick did, too. And my cheeks were burning, just like Rick’s were.
“Carl,” he said. “I didn’t think you’d be coming. You never come.”
I untangled myself entirely from Rick, smoothed down my t-shirt, praying he wasn’t angry, praying I wasn’t about to be turfed out with my dreams in tatters.
I expected questions, and jealousy, and maybe a bit of outrage, but there was nothing of the sort. Just a sly smirk on Carl’s face.
“I hope you didn’t eat it all up without me,” he said. “I’m fucking ravenous.”
You’ve got to love walking in on people unexpectedly. The guilt was written all over their faces, dishevelled yet fully clothed, Rick all ready to spill the big condition. Maybe I should have let him, hung back in the hallway and listened to the drama unfold, watched our sweet little pony girl make her excuses and bail on us, just like those before her.
I should have let it happen, and then we could have moved on to plan B. Only plan B sucked donkey balls, and as much as I argued the point when Rick told me so, I thought it, too.
Maybe cute little Katie Serena would surprise me. Her baby blues looked me up and down, her smile nervous and apprehensive as she watched me walk through to the kitchen. Barbeque chicken. Rick really did have it bad.
I was pulling apart a chicken thigh when they joined me, and Rick shot me a look. A what the fuck look.
They stood close, shoulder to shoulder, the tension between them smoking and spluttering while I ate my lunch.
“Good day?” Rick asked.
I shrugged. “Busy.”
I fixed my eyes on Katie, and she looked away with a blush. “I thought I should be here to finalise the plans.”
Rick raised an eyebrow. “The plans?”
“The weekend. Brighton. I guess you haven’t finished asking Katie if she’ll join us.”
Katie looked from Rick to me and back again. “Brighton?”
Rick’s eyes were full of questions, his shrug almost unperceivable. “Ice breaker,” he said. “Night