to blow off steam and hit the bar. We drank a lot and by a lot, I mean we didn’t even know we were taking home the same girl until the three of us were climbing into the same cab. Not wanting to ruin the night for each other, we brought the girl back here and shared her.”
I was too intoxicated to contain my burning curiosity. “How did you share her?”
He tried to give me a cocky smirk but failed. Instead, I got a drunk goofy smile. “You want details, huh?”
I nodded.
“It started on this couch,” he began, patting the center cushion. “Jameson was sitting right here, and the girl got on her knees to suck him off while I watched.”
It slightly irritated me to hear about another woman blowing Jamie, so I envisioned it was me instead. The tiny voice of reason in the back of my head was telling me that it was a bad idea. I took another sip of whiskey to drown it out.
“Once she was done on her knees, she pulled Jameson’s pants down to his ankles, stripped off her dress and straddled him. Refusing to leave me out, she looked over her shoulder at me and like the dirty girl she was, she gave me the come hither crook of her finger. I slid into her from behind and she rode us both.”
“Rode you both,” I repeated in a daze. I felt the need to fan myself. Picturing the three of them together—the three of us together…holy hell. I knew what it felt like to have Jamie inside me as I rocked my hips. Imagining Louie as his bare chest molded along my back had my eyes glazing over, desperate not to lose the scene playing out in my head. Louie’s hard cock would slide between my ass cheeks, probing at my back entrance, threatening to take me where I’d never been taken before while I moved back and forth, grinding myself on top of Jamie. I squeezed my thighs together to help ease the throb between them.
Louie stared at me with a slight tilt of his head. “Have you ever done anal?” he asked, eyes dropping to my lips, then back up to my eyes.
In the past, the thought of anal had turned me off, but envisioning Louie taking me from behind felt like a forbidden fantasy. I shook my head.
“Does it make you hot hearing about me and Jameson sharing someone?”
I gave him a slight nod. If I hadn’t drunk enough liquid courage, I doubt Sober Me would have ever answered that.
His sapphire eyes darkened at my response and he scooted closer, erasing the space between us. “Would it turn you on if I told you we took turns with her for the rest of the night, barely getting a minute of sleep, while the other watched?” Lips parting slightly, my breathing began to pick up. His hooded eyes dropped to them. “The second time we shared her, I bent her over, slammed myself into her pussy while Jameson shoved his cock between her lips to fuck her mouth.” His hand came up to cup my cheek, thumb brushing across my bottom lip. “You have to stop looking at me like that, babe.”
“Why?” My voice shook.
“You’ve been drinking. I’ve been drinking. We’re not thinking…just feeling,” he said, inching his face closer to mine.
“I like what I’m feeling,” I whispered, licking my lips, sliding the tip of my tongue across his thumb in the process.
That seemed to snap the tethers holding him back and his lips molded against mine. He nipped at my bottom lip, coaxing from me a breathy moan. Taking advantage of my parted lips, his tongue glided into my mouth. He tasted good. Like warm whiskey.
His hand made a slow descent from my cheek, fingers gently exploring as they went. They tickled my skin as they trailed down my neck, caressed over my breast, and curved around my hip. He pulled me closer. Without breaking our kiss, I straddled his lap. He grasped my hips with both of his strong hands and rocked me over his hard shaft. I whimpered. The movement caused a delicious friction against my core, leaving me wanting more.
Things were quickly becoming heated. Our kissing turned frantic and rough. Until something changed. His lips ripped away from mine. “I can’t.” He squeezed his eyes closed before dropping his head back to rest on the couch cushion with a frustrated sigh. I froze on top of him.