14. Evan

14

EVAN

G avin's tongue darts up as he takes a breath, raising Hellena luxuriously above him.

It’s a firebrand, making me sweat as he buries his mouth in her dripping sex, a phantom heat blistering along my skin. I can practically taste her, feel her grinding on me instead of him. I can feel his longing, his rich desire filling the room with contagious sexual tension.

As if I needed to be any more turned on.

It’s tantalizing.

It’s fucking torture.

Her tits glide from side to side, those mouth watering orbs jiggling slightly with every buck of Hellena’s whole body over his head. Her body is always completely hypnotizing to me, but it’s even more sexy when I get to watch her fully, every curve shifting to pure bliss.

Pure energy washes over me in waves, the three of us basking in a current of passion.

I'm not a jealous man, but it riles something up in me.

Something new, adjacent to the animal I keep caged within.

This is self-control in a whole new light.

Keeping myself from touching her, then myself, then from lunging onto the bed and joining them. And knowing I could, that she’d let me, makes this so much sweeter.

I could be inside her in a heartbeat.

Both of us could.

Except that would break the stalemate, the gridlock between us.

And I will be honest, damn it. I’m thriving off this tension. I always have, that tug of war between Hellena and me.

It’s always teasing the line, bordering on antagonistic, but never toxic.

She pushes me. I push back harder.

She shoves, and I step out of the way, letting her fall.

Until she grabs me and drags me along for the ride.

Her refusal to let me play is my penance this time, hopefully for not checking in, not seeing her sooner. What happened at the Ball is different. The fact that we’re in this room now is enough of a tell to let me know that she’s working through it, letting me back in.

I might be the luckiest man on the planet.

Especially when she yells his name out, on the verge of another orgasm, her thick thighs quivering to the buildup, flat out shaking as she bears down on Gavin’s lips, tossing her head back and crying out.

When she drops her gaze again, each time, it’s straight at me.

Those gray-blue, endless seas of desire pin me to the chair, nearly crack me in two as I stroke up again, wishing to all hell that it was her vise gripping me.

“Gavin… I need you inside me,” she moans, sliding back down his chest, a glistening trail of her pearlescent release and his saliva dripping down his chin.

“You just tell me how, and I’ll give you everything you want.” Gavin is playing into this, too, egging the tension to higher levels, putting on one hell of a show for an audience of one.

I have to admit, they look fucking hot together.

It makes me wonder what it would be like to see her with Tell. I may have to buy a ticket to that show sometime.

For now, she wants Gavin. So she can have Gavin.

An ornery little voice in the back of my head growls that she was mine first, that I claimed her before Gavin, before Tyler. I made her mine in the dance studio.

The simple fact alone makes me grin, wipes away any possessive insecurity.

She was mine. She will be mine again. And she can be theirs too.

Ours.

If she ever decides to let me out of time-out.

Another slow, powerful stroke has me pushing against the floor with my feet, restless energy and sexual frustration seeking any way to exit my body.

Gavin positions her on the bed, running the length of his impressive dick up between the lips of her sex, sliding it back down.

Her head falls to the side as she inhales, looking right at me again. She’s exaggerating her movements, putting on a show for me like she did that night in the studio.

So I go along with it, tilting my head back into the cushions of the chair and bucking my hips, pretending I’m grinding against her, into her.

A little smile curls her full lips, making my skin tighter, electrifying my brain.

She’s so fucking sexy. She’s light and air and water on my blistering skin.

In the midst of kissing and touching Gavin, running her fingernails down his chest and arms, Hellena’s eyes drift back to me, making sure I’m still watching, checking to see that I am appropriately tortured and punished.

As if I could ever look at anything other than her.

Her searing, appraising looks work me up, though. She’s taunting me with every arch of her back.

So I glare right back at her, thumbing the head of my cock and licking the clear, sticky drop that comes away on my thumb. Her expression heats to this, her tongue darting out to lick her lips.

Take that, Hell.

A wag of my eyebrows has her baring her teeth at me, reaching down to guide Gavin’s rigid pillar down, situating it in her opening with a soft gasp.

Gavin drives into her with a luxurious, long stoke, making me swallow hard.

Imagining that silk, satin, the cashmere of her walls wrapped around me on every side, pressing against me, hugging me and drawing me deeper…

I almost lose it, letting off the steady pumping of my fist.

All she has to do is say the word and I would happily join them on the bed. Of course, that’s not going to happen.

However, I will not sit here forever.

Her eyes flutter closed as Gavin plunges into her depths again, harder. In that split second of distraction, I rise, crossing the room to get a better angle.

I need to see her full figure, her curves from above.

Ever since the Ball, she’s all I can think about. Making love to her on stage in the middle of our performance might be the single most incredible experience of my life.

Passionately losing ourselves in the dance.

Losing ourselves in each other.

To the show and music and the energy of the audience.

Every one of those memories makes me even harder, sets my heart pounding against my ribcage.

“Evan…” My name snaps me back to the present, to the goddess lying sprawled below me. She’s half-lidded, her eyes glossy with lust. Gavin is driving her closer and closer to a devastating unwinding.

“Look at him, Hellena. Only him,” he growls, looking up at me with a sly smile as he plows into her again, long, slow, and sultry.

Like he’s bragging right in my face.

These two are going to make me lose it.

The fact that they both know how to get under my skin makes it that much more captivating, enraging, and fun.

“Make me…” she moans.

“Yeah, Lena, tell me…”

“Take me…” she breathes, still piercing me with those eyes.

“Come for us, Hell,” I whisper, willing her to combust, willing Gavin to go with her.

So I can join them.

It’s all I want.

All I need.

Hellena growls out another cry, pushing against Gavin, trying desperately to hold out. The giant, sexy fucker just laughs, enjoying every second, moaning along with her as he slides out, depriving all of us of her climax.

He gives me a sidelong glance as he moves away, a smirk playing at his lips.

I want to tell him to fuck her brains out. I want to position them, direct them.

“Turn over, love…” Gavin’s rumble is as forceful as distant thunder, shuddering through my lower abdomen as much as it does Hellena’s.

Leaning back into the wall, I watch him flip her, scooping her up like she weighs nothing and tucking her knees under her, pressing her back down, her tits scrunching deliciously into the sheets.

Every nerve in my body is demanding for me to dive in. To kiss her. To take her with him.

So I take a lap, strolling around them, watching as Gavin spears the head of his massive column along her ass crack, from the tip of her tailbone and down, letting his head spread her apart as I reach the other side of the bed, offering me the sweetest view of absolute Valhalla.

He pauses there, letting her roll her hips a few times, testing the sensation as she claws the mattress, her fingernails leaving faint trails on the sheets.

My imagination is going wild, so convincing that for a second, I can feel her. It’s me inside her, about to plummet into her deepest reaches. Those lips flex lightly, slipping over the hump of Gavin’s throbbing head.

With every ounce of desire, I will him to drive it home, to fill her.

Gavin does not disappoint.

His first few thrusts are exploratory, her hips gyrating and grinding.

It's so unbearably hot, the way she sings, the way she moves.

He’s pushing her to her limits, so allowing her time to adjust gives him time to settle, to keep from exploding from what must be the most amazing sensation.

I remember it well. I will have it again.

My hand follows beat for beat as he picks up his pace, increasing in speed and force as his arousal grows, as Hellena starts to wail underneath him, screaming into the bed.

“Evan,” she whimpers between gasps, “Evan!”

I’m around the bed, spreading my hands in front of her, right down in her line of sight.

“Yes?”

“Oh, oh, fuck…” She reaches out for my hand, and I snatch it away. Her expression is sheer anguish, but only the sweetest kind.

When she goes over, she’s going to shatter completely.

Right in front of me. Front row seats.

I lean in again, coming painfully close to her face, our lips almost touching. “Tell me what you want, Hellena.”

“I… I… mmm!” Her eyes clamp shut as a wave of pleasure hits her, not the final one, but another layer, another charge.

“You can’t last much longer, and I can’t hold out for much more, either. I need you. Soon.” My whisper tingles in her ear, the result clear as she clenches her teeth and whines out a long, deep-throated cry.

Gavin escalates, speeding up as I taunt her, narrating what I want to do to her.

“Just think… it could be all three of us, if only you’d let me…”

“Please, yes, yes!” She’s wild, rising up onto her hands as Gavin continues to pound her from behind. Every slap of her ass against his hips makes me almost come.

“Not. Yet.” I lean away, putting my back against the wall, just out of reach as she grasps for me.

She wants to play games. Well, I can play them better.

Sidling up to the bed, I thrust my hips, offering her my aching sex, every inch full and ready for her to ease my burden.

Her eyes widen at the sight, right there. Her lips part, her tongue pinched between her teeth. Hunger fills her gaze, darting from my face to my cock and back.

She wants me to stick my dick in her mouth so badly.

Almost as badly as I want to let her do it.

Instead, I stroke myself, matching Gavin’s devastating rhythm for her to see. My hips thrust in time, staring right at her mouth the whole time.

Harder. Harder.

Faster.

Her hands give out, dropping her chest to the bed again, bracing as she arches her back deeper, spreading herself farther open for him to plunder.

The bed rocks back and forth with their exertion, the whole room quaking with our moans, Gavin’s deep-chested growls.

Hellena starts to quake. Ripples of her untethering twitch up along her back muscles, out through her arms, forcing her hands open wide, her fingers splaying out.

The whole while, she forces her eyes open, keeping her eyes on me, on my hand pumping furiously along the length of my shaft.

I’m jerking myself off as hard as I can, showing her exactly what I’m going to do when she finally gives in.

“I'm gonna fucking come!” Hellena flat out screams. At the top of her lungs.

Gavin's roar amps up, joining hers. “Come for us, baby. Come with me!”

“Yes! Show us how good it feels,” I roar right along with them.

The first quivers of my orgasm vibrate through me, from deep inside my abdomen, rising, rising.

I'm going to detonate.

My cry fills the room. Gavin’s scream shakes the whole fucking house. Hellena’s rattles the windows.

All three of us fracture, shudder, then explode.

It’s pure ecstasy.

Gavin fills Hellena, her slick juices gushing into their joining, accenting every thrust with sweet sounds of sex. All right as I come undone all over the bed in front of Hellena, spraying my lust across the sheets and collapsing to my knees on the side of the bed.

“Yes…yes…” Hellena pants, slumping forward, completely spent.

Her hand reaches out, and this time, I let her grasp my length, stroking the last vestige of my passion from me, curling her fingers to scoop it up, drawing it to her lips.

“Now you’re forgiven,” she hums, and I almost come again to the sight of her sucking my cum off her fingertip.