Tegan’s knees come to rest on the couch behind Willow. My breath comes in choppy pants as Nathan’s hand begins to work me over faster. He notches the head of his cock at her opening, but doesn’t push forward. He turns his head slowly to Nathan and me. His eyes flicker over Nathan’s hand between my legs before they move to my eyes. A smirk lifts up the corners of his mouth. His eyes leave mine, and before I know it, he rams his hips forward, impaling himself inside Willow.
“Oh, God, Tegan,” Willow screams, clutching at the fabric under her hands.
Tegan hisses out a breath and holds himself still for a moment before pulling out, only to slam forward again.
My legs tense over Nathan’s lap and my stomach dips as the beginning of an orgasm forms. I arch my hips up and Nathan takes advantage, shoving another finger in next to the three already there. A burning sensation builds because of the tight fit, but it feels too good to protest. I grip the cushion beneath me and lift my hips again, my body begging for more.
I want to be Willow right now, hanging over the arm of the couch as Nathan takes me roughly from behind.
Tegan leans over her, wraps an arm around her waist, and does a series of short thrusts. Each inward motion elicits a cry from her lips.
My release is sudden, and it hits me like a thousand bolts of lightning. My body bows, and a hoarse cry escapes me. I tip my head back and close my eyes, no longer able to hold them open. Nathan’s movements slow and he gently removes his fingers, then softly caresses my sore pussy.
My head falls to the side and my eyes open when Willow moans deeply, Tegan’s grunted groan coming immediately after. He still has his arm wrapped around her and he’s laying gentle kisses along her spine. They both pant heavily as they try to recover. Now that it’s over, embarrassment creeps in when she turns her head and her eyes meet mine. We both quickly look away, and it makes me feel marginally better that the situation is awkward for her too.
Tegan gets to his feet and scoops Willow from the couch bridal style. His eyes meet Nathan’s as they pass by us.
“We’ll lock the door on the way out,” Nathan says, and gets a chin lift from Tegan.
Once they are out of the room, I cover my face with my hands. “I can’t believe I just did that,” I mutter into them.
Nathan’s chuckle is deep. He pulls my hands away, and I shoot him a glare for finding this funny, when it’s anything but.
“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Emberleigh.”
I laugh bitterly. “I beg to differ. How am I going to look them in the face after watching them have sex? After they’ve seen me get off watching them have sex.”
“They liked you watching them as much as you liked watching them. They got off on it just as strongly as you did. They came because you were watching them. There’s nothing wrong with it as long as all parties agree to it.”
Something flickers in his eyes with his last sentence, but before I get a chance to analyze it, he’s pulling my leggings back up my legs. I lift my hips to help him.
“Come on.” He gets to his feet, then pulls me to mine. “Time to go.” The look in his eyes and the hard bulge in his pants tell me the night isn’t over.
Remembering the look in both their eyes, especially Wil
low’s, I know what Nathan said is true. They enjoyed me watching them.
And if I’m honest with myself, I enjoyed it too. More than I ever thought I would.
ChapterSeventeen
Nathan
I CLOSE AND LOCK THE OFFICE door behind me, then make my way to my truck. Everyone else left for the day an hour ago, while I stayed behind to catch up on emails I wasn’t able to get to earlier in the day. I’m tired as hell, but I have a couple of stops to make before heading home.
My stop at the drugstore doesn’t take long, but the slow-moving rush hour traffic on I-75 makes getting out of the city a bitch. It gives me plenty of time to think over the last few days.
The night I had Emberleigh watch Tegan and Willow on the couch has played over and over in my head the last few days. Out of all the times I’ve watched people stimulate themselves or others to release, I’ve never seen anything more stunning than Emberleigh’s expression and body language while she watched them. Seeing her body come to life, feeling the uncontrollable way she reacted as she watched the carnal needs of others was more stimulating for me than watching them myself. It was captivating to witness.
That night, I took her back to her place and left not one inch of her body untouched by mine. I devoured her whole, while at the same time she completely consumed me. Her pleasure of watching others damn near matches my own. I could see it in the intense heat in her eyes. If I hadn’t already known she was perfect for me, that would have solidified it. Being a voyeur and knowing not many women would be okay with their lovers watching other couples as they fornicate, I never really thought I would be given the chance, or even want the chance, to have a lasting relationship. But now that I’ve found Emberleigh and knowing she has dark desires like mine, I realize how badly I want something that would last longer than a few good fucks. But only with her. It’s not just because she likes to watch others. There’s so much more than that. Her kindness, her willingness to try new things, her selflessness, her ability to make me laugh, the determination to better herself by finishing school, her dedication to her daughter and parents. Not to mention she’s sexy as hell, and knows how to light my body on fire with just a simple look.
On my part, things may have started out as just watching her every Tuesday, but there’s no fucking way in hell I’ll ever be able to let her go or simply go back to watching her. That ship sailed the minute I touched her for the first time.
Turning on my blinker, I get off the interstate and follow the directions from the GPS on my phone to a small, quaint neighborhood.
I have no damn clue how to tell Emberleigh about my weekly invasion of her privacy. I don’t regret doing it, because if I hadn’t, we probably would have never met, but I do hate knowing it’s going to hurt her when my secret is out. I have to tell her. For this to work between us, there needs to be complete honesty. I just pray to fucking Christ she can overcome it and eventually forgive me.
I pull up to a medium-size brick house with white shutters. The yard looks well maintained. A smile touches my lips when I see a tire swing swaying under a big oak tree. Emberleigh told me her dad put that swing in when she was a little girl and now Avery plays on it.