The Ex (The Boss 4)

I let go of everything in my head, everything I thought I was supposed to be doing or feeling, and just gave in. My thighs trembled, and I relied on Ian to keep me from falling. Gena was still coming, still gasping and whining. I curved my body over Ian, riding his face. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I whispered over and over, and I came again, slamming my hand hard against the back of the chair.

Ian leaned back, out of breath, and smiled up at me with his face smeared with my wetness. “Christ, I thought you were going to drown me or break my neck, or both.”

I reached down and slipped two fingers into my pussy then held them out for him. He sucked them clean and nipped at them playfully.

“Let me get up and get these clothes off. I’m the only one left dressed.” He patted my backside, and I got down carefully. It gave me an opportunity to see what Neil and Gena wer

e up to. His face was still between her legs, and her body stretched out long and straining on the rust-colored duvet. The shine from the silk shantung burnished her skin, and my mouth watered.

Holy shit. Am I attracted to Gena?

My lips parted as I watched her. My heart turned into a jackhammer in my chest. I noticed Neil out the corner of my eye. He’d caught me looking. He never raised his mouth from between Gena’s legs, but our eyes met, and I saw the knowing in them.

Gena missed the entire interaction. Her eyes were squinted up, her mouth open in a silent “Ah!” of pleasure as her hands clutched the duvet. A breath later, she exploded, her body bucking, and a loud, guttural groan twisted from her.

“Beautiful, isn’t she?” Ian asked, and I jumped. He’d caught me looking, too. He’d taken off his shirt and was working on his belt, so I dropped to my knees and helped him tug down his zipper. I slipped my hand in and grasped him. He was smaller than Neil, but by no means a slouch in the size department. His cock jumped at my hand, and I stroked him in my fist.

“Keep going, Gena,” Neil told her, and she whimpered, lifting her hips against his mouth.

“One more,” she panted. “One more, and then, you have to fuck me.”

I snickered to myself, because I knew that Neil would get a mental jolt from that. He wasn’t used to being ordered around.

“Why don’t you come here?” Ian suggested. “You can sit with me and watch.”

Though he’d said it with a slanted smile that made it seem like a sexy comment, there was a depth of sincerity in his eyes that couldn’t be missed. He sat in the chair again, his hard cock brushing his stomach. I gestured behind me. “Should I get a condom?”

“Sure.” He nodded toward Neil and Gena. Gena’s foot pounded against the bed as she thrashed under his mouth. “I think they’re about ready, what do you think?”

I opened the box of condoms and pulled one free of its strip then another. Neil sat up and wiped his face with the back of his hand, and I held up the little packet by one corner. I tossed it to him, and he caught it, snatching it out of the air before it could land on Gena.

Her chest still heaved as she came down, but she opened her eyes and tipped her head back to see me. “Is he always that bossy?”

I tilted my head, as if considering. “More.”

“Sophie is my sub,” Neil explained. When Gena made an interested noise, he said gently, “My only sub.”

“But you’re not a Dom, right now,” I reminded him. “So, be nice to poor Gena.”

“Nice to her, he made her come six times,” Ian said as I walked back to him with the condom.

“I know,” I said with a smirk. “I think he should be nice and do it six more times.”

“Now, that’s an imagination,” Ian said with a loud laugh. He helped me position myself over him, so that I was straddling his lap again, still facing the bed.

“Go at your own pace,” he said, holding my hips as I lowered myself onto him. The tip touched me, and I took a breath, drawing up a little.

His hands smoothed down my hips and thighs then back up. “You don’t have to do it, if you don’t want to.”

I wanted to. Everything about Ian was catnip for my libido; his age, his accent, his—oh god—his hands. I imagined him holding a pen and almost had another orgasm right there. But this wasn’t like with Emir, who’d become our friend after we’d already had a sexual relationship. This was one of Neil’s friends, and I didn’t want to ruin that.

Neil had an eerie sixth sense when it came to knowing what I was thinking or feeling at any particular moment. He nodded at me, just once, reassuring me without words. I looked over my shoulder and gave Ian an arched brow then met Neil’s gaze head-on as I sank back, impaling myself on Ian’s long, hard cock. Even though he wasn’t as big as Neil, Ian filled me up. The potential space of the vagina makes for a one-size-fits-most situation. I clutched at him with my muscles until my ass rested against his stomach. I couldn’t do much in this position, but I could whip my hips in a lazy arc.

He groaned loudly. “You could do that all day, and I wouldn’t complain.”

Neil settled between Gena’s parted legs, and she reached for him. I held my breath. This was it. I was really going to watch Neil have sex with another woman.

I knew it shouldn’t be different. I’d watched him fuck Emir when he’d stayed with us in the fall. But, somehow, to my erroneously partitioned off mind, I saw a huge difference. I saw Gena as a threat.