Burn Down the Night (Everything I Left Unsaid #3)- Molly O'Keefe Page 0,48
all this, I cared.
With Joan—I wanted her to peel back her armor. Her skin. I wanted to see her beating heart. Her ragged soul.
Anything less than that was bullshit.
But she stood there, armed with her control, standing behind the willing and trembling body of some woman she had picked up. With both hands, I wanted to rip away that control.
I wanted to shrink the distance between us down to nothing.
“What about you, Sarah?” I asked. Joan stiffened behind her. She didn’t like me talking to Sarah. I was supposed to sit here and watch. Do nothing, blinded by appreciation.
Fuck her. She cheapened all of us.
“Why are you here?” I ignored Joan and her displeasure.
“It’s a sad story,” Sarah answered, cupping her hands over Joan’s and squeezing harder. Like she was giving Joan permission to be rough. And my girl could do it. She gripped Sarah’s breasts and Sarah cried out, a shaky moan that was part laugh, like the joy she felt in being touched was a relief. “Let’s not ruin the mood.”
“What do you want?” I asked.
Sarah opened her eyes, dark and wide and full of age and grief. It was hard to meet them. It was hard to stare back at her, but I did it.
“I want to feel good.”
“Yeah,” I said, the words speaking to some internal knot in my belly. “Me too.”
It was the tie that brought us to this room. All of us were looking for something good.
I glanced back at Joan, searching out her eyes in the murk, but she wasn’t looking at me. She was focused on Sarah and that was so much hotter than her staring at me.
“I’ll make you feel good,” she whispered to Sarah.
She lifted the short hem of Sarah’s skirt, revealing long, pale legs and then finally pink panties, damp and translucent over her pussy.
“What did you do without me?” I asked, intrigued and turned on.
“We kissed on the beach,” Joan said, running a finger over that damp spot on Sarah’s panties. Down over the slit and back up. Sarah jumped when Joan hit her clit and Joan left her finger there, pressing down just a little.
“Yes,” Sarah breathed. “Oh fuck, yes.”
“How did you kiss?” I said. Joan was taller than Sarah and so Sarah tilted her head back and Joan bent slightly and they kissed. They kissed like lovers, not like porn stars in some lesbian scene.
My dick was begging to get stroked. Begging. But I left it alone, ready to milk this moment. Ready to see everything Joan thought she was going to show me.
Sarah brought her hand up to the back of Joan’s head, pulling her in closer. Sarah was biting Joan’s lip and Joan’s hand went back to her breasts, finding the hard nipple and squeezing it between her thumb and finger, pulling it taut.
Sarah gasped, breaking the kiss.
“Show him my pussy again,” she said, and Joan lifted that skirt, revealing the pink panties.
“How wet is she?” I asked.
Joan slipped her hand beneath Sarah’s underwear, pulling it taut. I could see her knuckles against the damp silk. Her finger working Sarah’s slit.
“She’s so wet,” Joan said. “So hot.”
Joan lifted her hand and licked her fingers, her eyes glued to mine. We were all breathing hard, the oxygen in the room getting used up.
“You going to tell us what to do?” Sarah asked, looking over at me with her swollen lips and half-lidded eyes.
“Is that what you want?” Joan asked Sarah. “You want him to tell us how to fuck each other?”
Sarah nodded and Joan’s eyes met mine over her shoulder. She smirked.
“You think you can handle that?” she asked.
The walls of the room were made of flame. The air was combustible. Fuck. This woman. She had all the power in the room. Every inch of it was hers. She only pretended to give it to me.
If these handcuffs weren’t here, the things I would do to her.
I was going to have to get creative.
“What should I do, Dave?” she asked, taunting. She knew she had the power.
“Sarah,” I said. “Take off…” I didn’t know what name Joan gave the woman. “My wife’s shirt. Show me her tits.”
Joan blinked, straightened. Her busy fingers still on Sarah’s body. “You wanted to watch me go down on another woman.”
“I changed my mind,” I said, wrenching control out of her hands. “I want to watch another woman go down on you. I want to watch you come. Sarah? You good with that?”