Unconventional

I clawed at his back, begging him not to stop. Maybe even begging him to go deeper. It was impossible to say. I was on the verge of blacking out from the euphoria. Grunting and cursing and spreading myself wide for him, right on the dining room table where we’d just had supper.

Supper…

A fresh wave of panic struck me as I realized where I was. I couldn’t believe what was happening! My eyes fluttered open and I saw Noah and Chase, on either side of the table.

They were just standing there, watching us. Staring at us…

That’s when I felt it: another hand on my face. Another palm, turning me gently to one side. Tilting my gaze away from Julian, who’d slowed down a bit, but was still drilling away between my legs.

What the—

And then suddenly Noah was kissing me too…

Nine

CHASE

It was crazy, how fast everything happened. How quickly things had gone from dinner and drinks to something like this.

But shit, it was so fucking hot. So crazy and primal and wild, watching this beautiful woman — someone we’d desired so much, for so long — finally open herself up like this.

I guess we always just expected it would be us between her legs. And not the stonemason.

He who hesitates…

It didn’t matter now. Julian and Madison were in heat, rutting like animals on the kitchen table. Fucking each other into oblivion, while we stared on in total disbelief.

Noah and I let it go on for a while, finally exchanging the same knowing look. We’d waited too long on the sidelines. Let things go on for too long without making our moves.

It was pretty much now or never.

We moved in from either side of the table, getting a close up view of the whole thing as it unfolded. Madison was matching Julian, stroke for stroke. Lolling her head back in pleasure and ecstasy, while letting slip the most adorable little grunts and moans.

Noah moved first, gently guiding her head in his direction. He closed his mouth slowly over hers…

… and after only a moment of shocked hesitation, she began kissing him back.

Holy shit.

I couldn’t believe it. That it was going to happen like this. We’d talked about it so many times, on the ride to and from the shitbox trailer we called home. Wondered whether going out on such a dangerous limb would be a glorious success or a colossal mistake.

Now apparently, we had our answer.

I watched fervently as Madison’s mouth churned, her jaw rolling against Noah’s as they kissed. Then she stopped, leaned back, and looked at me. Propped back on her elbows, still bouncing in a steady rhythm off Julian’s body… she crooked a finger.

Get over here, her eyes said without words.

I took her head in my hands. Leaned in close, and planted my lips against hers…

Oh yes.

It was like kissing a goddess.

Fuck yes.

Madison’s tongue slipped past my teeth, swirling sensually into my mouth. Hungrily I kissed her right back. Soon we were making out like teenagers — caught up in the forbidden frenzy of being together. Yet the hunger and passion were too intense for that. The way she kissed me, the way she clenched the back of my head in a death grip, clamped tightly against her own…

It was more like we were star-crossed lovers who hadn’t been with one another in years.