cross loves

st

or slams, and the feel of it reverberati

I wrap my body around hers, feeling her twist

t so perfect," she whispers, and I make shushing noises ag

right. Soon," I soothe her, as much as I assure myself. He's not ready yet, and I understand

the man we both love is breaking our he

his head on straight, but

whisper in

***

FO

ing

ths ear

er fu

g it by a mile, and fling myself bac

d bucks!" I mumble, and Julia, my best fr

nto the couch beside me. I chug it back in one, the sear little more than a sting after all the liquor we've burned throug

my best friend in the world, there is q

glasses and to play beer wench for us instead. But Justin and I are ju

n, pushing through the haze

really sucks. Need me t

s, attempting and failing to dodge my throw. She ends up falling face-first into my lap, laughing. Her jostling makes her rub aga

rust. I'm heir to one of the wealthiest families in New York. Money means little to me. No, I'm

to think

e one that makes panties dro

g my finger down her face, over the slope of

nt when she bats those big

ood, baby. H

use anoth

ts my cheek, her smile

," she singsongs, and I burst into laughter.

but I can handle my liquor. Better than she can, at lea

s to her hair, running my fing

g with her hair, Julia leans into

r as I can with h

I whisper w

," she sasse

watching our play-by-play with am

admit. Who would have expected Charlottes

ed-I

as I am, and Julia, anticipating my desire, sits up sli

ks up the last two beers from the cooler beside him and, at my head nod, throws the spare to me. I stretch to catc

row glass at your wi

a smarts from my lap. I

pisses you off. For five years, I've let your puppy dog ass follow me around, and I've never even heard you raise your voice. So, don't placate me with

hed out in the chair, legs crossed at the ankles. His shoulders are thrown back, his

them, obviously miss

only because you haven't heard his Dom voice ye

creams prep school education. Never a hair out of place or stubble too long, the guy goes to a salon every other week instead of a fucking ba

rk, chugging back t

ried couple. I look to Julia in my lap, at the pink flush that's run over her shoulders. At the way she's bit

sed, my dick twitc

e bottle to his mouth, and the motion is smooth and controlled, his Adam's apple bobbing in a deep sultry rhythm as he

. The blood is rushing in my ears, the room so hot I'm sweating. It's barely ten feet from the lounger to the c

ike I'm

morphed into a predator. A

h

make me

nt to b

fore Justin straddles his wife, her head still on my lap,

throat. It's dark and dirty, like chocolate-covered coffee beans. My cock immediately

lia wa

wind. There's very littl

t is in this room and how fucking

ll attempts at rational thought flee. Justin looks at me

k. Nipping at her mouth, flicking her with his tongue. Julia chases him when he drifts away, her arms l

ch, and my eyes bug out, my cock

el. She stills immediately at his command. Her muscles

e out, my hands lifted to the a

hem? She's gorgeous, after all. Who doesn't have a fantasy or two about fuckin

ld to realize that Justin is talking to me. I look at him hovering abov

seem to op

hh

, baby?" Justin faces his wife, and she stare

taste the liquor on his breath, feel the chapped texture of his lips. His technique is rougher than anyone I've kissed before, and my heart is thud

my shirt. I grasp the back of his neck, holding

y s

ucking

ith a gasp and see his ey

off the couch, freeing her to climb into my lap. Julia straddles me, a hand on either side of