My stare stays locked on him the entire time. Chest glistening with sweat, he looks like an Adonis. I want to taste him, and it’s a need that’s getting stronger by the second. I won’t be able to do it with my hands restrained, but perhaps I can make him let go. Arching my back, I strain against his hold.
“Oh, no,” he chuckles breathlessly, pressing a hand against my lower stomach, pushing me back into the cushions. “I don’t think so.”
A moan leaves my lips that sounds like a mixture of frustration and arousal, and in any other situation I would be horrified at making such a noise. Here with Bear, though, I don’t feel self-conscious. Not to mention, the pressure he’s placing on my abdomen only seems to enhance what I’m feeling.
“Fuck,” I groan, the pressure building, only seconds away from release
Then he changes the angle of his thrusts, smashing into my G spot. That’s all it takes. Pleasure like nothing I’ve ever known courses through my body, making my back arch once more. I’m blinded by the strength of it, and unable to do anything but experience in. The waves of my orgasm seems to keep coming, rolling over me like the ocean and sending tingles of sensation right to my fingertips.
When my vision starts to return, instantly I lock eyes with Bear, gasping as the sensations continue to move through me. This seems to be what Bear needs. Grunting, his thrusts suddenly become more forceful and I feel him empty himself inside me. This only extends my pleasure, the walls of my pussy clenching on his cock.
Together, we ride out our orgasms, with our eyes locked on each other the entire time. This was a hard, fast fuck, but it changed something between us. That connection we have has only grown and strengthened into something deeper. I can feel it, even now as the afterglow settles over us.
Releasing my wrists, he chuckles quietly and lowers down onto his elbows so he can press a long kiss to my lips.
“I love you so fucking much,” he whispers with reverence.
While it might just be the rush from my orgasm in effect, I feel so safe and loved in his arms that I want to say back too – theL word, which, until recently, I’ve only ever reserved for Jake. I’m hesitant to say it, as it’s not something that I hand out easily, but I think now might be the moment. Reaching up, I cup his face between my hands and open my mouth to tell him.
There’s a noise from the corner of the room, and Bear flies to his feet, stepping in front of me to protect me from whoever has entered my flat. It’s not someone I need protection from, though, but Clay.
Shit.We’ve done nothing wrong, but I wanted to speak to him about this before he found out any other way. It’s too late for that.
“Don’t stop on my account,” Clay’s sardonic voice fills the room as he crosses his arms over his chest.
Well, fuck.I guess it’s time for another awkward conversation.
TWENTY-EIGHT
CLAY
“Don’t stop on my account.” I sound like a moody little bitch, especially since my arms are crossed over my chest and I’m leaning against the doorframe with my eyes narrowed on the two people I love most in the world.
They jump, startled by my presence and fearful of my reaction. I suppose I can’t blame them for that, given my previous track record. In the past, I might have lashed out, but I know now that would just ruin everything. When we almost lost Holly, it changed me and put things into perspective. I meant what I said when Bear and I made our agreement with Holly.
Watching the two of them now, I catalogue all of the different emotions I see flooding across their faces. If I was a better man, I would reassure them that they have not made me angry. I’ve not changed that much, though, and I won’t deny that it brings me pleasure to watch them squirm.
Holly and Bear pant from exertion, still riding the high from their fuck as their pleasure-addled minds try to piece together what’s happening. They probably assume that I just walked in, but in reality I’ve been here for a while. When I first stumbled in, my initial reaction was to turn away and leave them toit, to not spoil the moment they were experiencing together. However, there’s something about watching the two of them move together in the most intimate of ways that stopped me from leaving.
I’m not going to deny that I’m jealous. I’m possessive, I know that, and sharing Holly with Bear was never something that was going to be easy. This was going to happen eventually, when I came face to face with our decision. Still, I’ve now discovered that knowing about the two of them being together, and actually seeing it happen before me, are two very different things. It’s not easy, a sense of discomfort working its way through me. In fact, it took everything I have to stay where I am, to not say anything until the time was right.
If I was to be completely honest with myself and delve deep into myself to discover where my possessive tendencies come from, I’m sure it has something to do with the fact I’m so used to having things taken from me. It’s become a coping mechanism for me, that when I find something good, I don’t let go of it. My childhood was a mess and I had very little to call my own. Even thinking about it now brings up feelings of anger and inadequacy, so I’ve buried those feelings down so deeply that I can ignore them and pretend they don’t exist.
At least, that was until Holly came into my life. Meeting her changed something in me, and I’m beginning to realise that I don’t have to let my past control my future. Just because my mother gave me up and moved from one failed relationship to another, amounting to nothing, that doesn’t mean I am bound for the same path. My bloodline might say one thing, but I can rewrite my future.
So, yeah, seeing the two of them fucking does make me jealous, but I’m not going to let that destroy this relationship. In fact, there’s another reason that I’m jealous, and I’m about to change that.
“Clay–” Holly calls out, concern written across her gorgeous features, but I cut her off before she can say anything else.
I know they’re thinking that I’m about to get angry, or worried that they’ve hurt my feelings. We were supposed to be waiting, after all. They couldn’t be further from the truth.
“Is there room for one more?”
The looks on their faces are enough to bring a grin to my lips. They clearly weren’t expecting me to say that. Honestly, if you had asked me earlier today how I would have reacted in this situation, I would be surprised by my calm demeanour too. Wanting to hide my smile, I walk further into the room and slip off my leather jacket, placing it on the table in the corner of the room. I’m acting as casual as I can manage, as though none of this affects me in any way. Internally, I’m a mess of different emotions, one of which is trying to make itself known, my cock already hardening, pressing against my jeans. Thankfully, it doesn’t take long for them to give me an answer.
Holly clears her throat, obviously about to say something, and I glance over my shoulder to find her watching me with a smile.
“For you, always.”