As Melina’s mouth opened on his and her tongue slid inside, he felt Abby’s hand slide across his abdomen. His muscles tensed as she caressed him, up to his chest, rubbing back and forth, grazing his nipples. Melina put a hand on his face to turn him more toward her and deepened the kiss.
Pleasure poured over him, thick and syrupy. Melina’s hands on his face and shoulder, Abby’s on his chest and stomach, now slipping lower, lower…his cock throbbed in anticipation.
This was his fantasy, no doubt about it, but in his fantasy he was much more suave and in control. The reality was different—he was unsure, guilty, hesitant. What if Abby…what would he…
She did. Her hand moved over the bulging fly of his jeans, stroking him through the fabric. His body jerked in response, helpless against the pleasure that slammed through him as Abby used both hands to touch him and Melina kissed him so deeply, her tongue licking his.
Two women were all over him.
He drew back from Melina to suck in a breath and swallow hard. Their eyes met and held, his full of questions, hers warm and soft.
Melina’s stomach quivered with nerves and she struggled to keep her smile steady. This was the craziest thing she’d ever done. She didn’t even have the excuse of being drunk and caught up in the moment this time. This time, she’d deliberately planned this encounter, and she still wasn’t sure if it was going to turn out like she hoped.
She wanted to do something so special for Gavin, he’d know she trusted him, something to show him how much she loved him and appreciated what he’d done. This was extreme, no doubt about it, but last time…it had been hot.
She also wanted to prove something to herself.
Abby was touching Gavin’s cock. Through his jeans, but still…was she okay with that?
She looked down and watched Abby’s hands on her fiancé, the man she loved, the other woman’s face intent and aroused. Gavin let out a groan and his head dropped back. Abby was giving him pleasure and that’s what mattered.
To her surprise, Melina realized it excited her to see Gavin being pleasured like that. And she wanted to give him more.
She leaned forward and kissed him again, softer, lingering kisses with small licks of her tongue along his mouth, and her fingers went to the buttons of his shirt.
She spread the shirt apart to bare his chest; broad, flatly muscled and smooth, she brushed her fingers over his small nipples. He shuddered and she smiled.
Melina pressed a kiss to the middle of his chest then looked down at Abby. Abby gave her a questioning look and Melina hesitated…then nodded.
Abby unbuttoned Gavin’s fly, slowly slipping each button free. Oh God. She was going to pull out his penis. Abby would be touching it…and more. And a rush of liquid heat pooled low in Melina’s belly. She wanted to see that.
Gavin slid a hand into Melina’s hair and held her head, his other hand resting on Abby’s bare thigh as she leaned over beside him and worked open his jeans.
Then his cock was out, long and hard, dark and throbbing. Melina’s mouth watered as she studied it. She glanced at Abby who also admired it, but hadn’t yet touched it.
“Okay, Gav?” Melina whispered. She was pretty sure they weren’t forcing him to do something he didn’t want to, but she needed to make sure.
“I can’t say okay,” he said on a groan.
“Why not?”
“Because…” He paused. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”
Melina froze, gripped by fear. “You don’t want to do this?”
She met Gavin’s eyes and he smiled. “I didn’t say that.”
Chapter Seven
“Oh.”
Melina thought she understood. If he was “forced” to participate, he wouldn’t feel so guilty. Even though she was the one who’d arranged it, he still felt he shouldn’t be with another woman. Melina softened inside, touched at his fidelity.
“Well, then.” She gave Abby, who’d been watching them, a small nod. Abby smiled and reached for Gavin’s cock. Melina shifted on the couch, pushed Gavin forward so she could slip behind him. From there, his big body leaning back against her, she put her arms around him and caressed his chest and stomach, lingering on the soft skin just below his navel where she knew he was extra-sensitive.
Abby slid to the floor in front of Gavin. Melina rested her chin on his shoulder to watch Abby stroke him, down, up, over the head and down again, cupping his balls with one hand. A drop of moisture glistened on the tip of his cock.
Melina wanted so badly to lick it but she couldn’t from her position behind him, so when Abby did, both she and Gavin hissed in sharp breaths. Abby’s small tongue came out and delicately licked across the swollen glans while she continued to stroke him.
Melina’s fingers brushed through the coarse dark hair at the root of his penis, back up over his quivery belly, and again across his chest in firm caresses. “We should move to the bedroom,” she said softly. “I have something there that will help.”
Abby gave Gavin one more lick and rose up, her skirt hiked up almost to her hips, nipples pointy under the ribbed tank top. “Okay,” she said. She tugged the leather skirt down but it didn’t go far. Melina put her hands on Gavin’s back and pushed and he stood up, tucked himself back into his jeans.
He took a couple of steps away and turned and Melina sucked in her bottom lip as she studied his tousled hair, sexy bare chest and unbuttoned fly. His cheekbones wore a flush of arousal, his eyes glittered.
She scooted off the couch and picked up two candles from the table, then led the way to their bedroom.
“I like your apartment,” Abby said. “Very funky.” Melina had decorated it in the short time they’d lived there, since decorating and design were her talent, her passion. They didn’t have a lot of money. Gavin’s career was going well and he’d been promoted after that last big project he’d almost killed himself on, but still, they were both just starting out in their careers. Flea market finds lovingly sanded and painted mingled with a new sofa and loveseat. The walls painted a deep taupe gave the room an intimate feel, with mismatched lamps casting warm pools of light.
In the bedroom, deep moss green walls set off creamy painted furniture and linens patterned with leaves in shades of moss, sage and gold.
Melina set the candles on the dresser, but also turned on the small lamp sitting there. On the other side of the room from the bed, it cast only a faint glow over the bed and the three who stood beside it.
Gavin turned to Melina. “This is nice.” He touched the ivory satin.
Melina untied the belt and let the robe fall open, revealing the gown beneath, a camisole-style that stopped mid-thigh, with tiny straps holding up cups of ivory lace barely containing her breasts.
“Very nice,” Abby agreed. Melina glanced at Abby. She was struck with sudden empathy for Abby, standing there, a third to their couple. She didn’t want Abby to feel…excluded. Or used. Abby, a little tough, a lot experienced, still had feelings, and Melina felt an urgent need to make sure this was good for her, too. She licked her lips, met Abby’s gaze. Abby smiled and excitement quivered inside Melina.
Melina let the silky robe slide off her shoulders and puddle on the floor. She took a deep breath, then reached for Gavin’s shirt and tugged it down over his arms. She leaned in to kiss him, reassured by the familiar warm scent of him, and pushed his jeans down on his hips.
Gavin took over and stepped out of his jeans, his feet already bare. He kept his boxer briefs on, his erection stretching the soft fabric.