I about lose my shit when he looks at Avril and says, “I’m going to fuck your pussy at the same time as Andrew, okay?”
“Oh, God,” Avril groans as her head falls back briefly before it pops back up. “Can we do that? I mean… can I do that?”
“Of course, you can,” Dane says as he leans his hips forward and presses the head of his cock to her opening. I can feel it on the part of my shaft that became exposed at the base when she leaned backward, and I bite back a groan. It’s the first time another man’s cock has ever touched me, and I’m torn between being turned on and repulsed.
Avril sucks in breath as Dane presses the head of his cock down harder against my shaft, right at her opening. Just when I don’t think this can possibly work, I can feel him slip inside of her. His cock slides against mine as he pushes in deeper.
“You okay?” Dane asks Avril in a strained voice. Sweat pops out on my forehead as I hold absolutely still, not wanting Avril to be uncomfortable.
She nods her head and murmurs, “So full. Feels good.”
Dane dips his hips, and I feel his cock now sliding all the way along the underside of mine as he pushes fully inside of Avril.
“Jesus,” I mutter as I just take in the sensation. The tightness is almost overwhelming, as is the feel of another man’s dick against mine.
“Don’t move, Andrew.” Dane groans as he slides out a little before pushing back in. “I don’t want to hurt Avril.”
She moans and says something unintelligible.
Fuck that feels good, his dick rubbing against mine, the head hitting the sensitive underside of mine. I’m not going to have to move. Dane’s going to be able to get me off this way, and I’m no longer repulsed by it. I want it bad.
“Mmmm,” Dane hums as he pulls out and pushes back in.
Avril and I make corresponding grunts of pleasure as Dane’s cock makes us both feel good at the same time.
Once he’s assured that Avril is good to go, he starts moving faster. I concentrate on holding Avril up, who’s gone completely boneless on top of me, and the feeling of the underside of my cock being stroked by my best friend’s cock.
Avril starts panting harshly, followed by tiny whimpers. It’s her cue she’s getting close, and Dane starts going a little harder. My balls start to contract as pleasure coils low in my gut. I squeeze my eyes shut and just concentrate on the feel. Then I just let go, letting out a bark of a curse as I start to come. My hips raise up slightly but I don’t want to throw Dane off, so I just tilt my head back and strain through the release that keeps going on as Dane continues to fuck Avril and me.
Avril’s head starts thrashing as she hovers on the verge of an orgasm, and Dane wraps one hand around the back of her neck. He forces her head up so she looks at him, and for a moment, I feel like an intruder. Their eyes are locked on each other as Dane fucks her harder. Her breaths come out in gasps as she gets ready to fall, and finally when Dane whispers, “Give it to me, Av,” she cries out with such abandon I know she’s never going to forget this feeling as long as she lives.
Dane strokes hard a few more times, still torturing my spent but half-hard dick, then his head falls onto Avril’s shoulder as he groans deeply while he comes. Avril whispers harshly in his ear, a repeating chant. “Dane, Dane, Dane.”
I let my head fall back to the bed, replete with an incredible orgasm but more aware than ever that this will never be for me what it is for Avril and Dane.
CHAPTER 21
Dane
“You look like you were born to live in Paris,” I observe as I watch Avril sipping on her coffee. We’re sitting at an outdoor cafe, not far from the hotel, and enjoying the afternoon.
Avril has on a pair of dark skinny jeans, an off-the-shoulder sweater, and a fashionable silk scarf around her neck. The big round sunglasses she has pushed onto her head make her look like a movie star, and I could stare at her forever it seems.
Andrew, Avril, and I toured Révéler Biotech after breakfast with Fabron. I’d woken up in Avril’s bed with her. Andrew left it at some point in the night, and I understand he’s making some sort of statement about his place within our threesome. I just don’t know what the exact statement is, and I need to talk to him about it.
But that’s not happening this afternoon. Andrew decided to stay at Révéler with Fabron today, and Avril and I decided to just walk around Paris. She’s been here far many more times than I have. Because she speaks French, she ends up playing more tour guide for me than anything.
She looks up from her phone and smiles. “I love this city so much.”
“You should visit more,” I tell her. “You don’t take enough time off during the year.”
“So says the pot to the kettle,” she says with a laugh. “How about we just open up a Caterva division here and I’ll head it up?”
I grin and pick up my coffee, but before I take a sip, I point out. “If you lived here, you’d have to put up with Fabron chasing you all over the city.”
Avril snorts, and I’m shocked when she admits, “He made his play last night.”
I lower my coffee back to the table. “He offered you a job. You told me.”
She shakes her head. “He offered me more. He made it clear with no vague flirtations he wanted a relationship with me.”
My stomach tightens and jealousy burns within me. Not quite the same jealousy I’ve been experiencing when Avril is with Andrew. That’s a very mild jealousy that’s usually outweighed by how turned on I am by the way she gets off on having two men. The sin is called envy, and I can overlook it when it’s all about Avril being pleasured.
But I can’t overlook Fabron not only trying to hire away my COO, but also showing interest in her personally.
Before I can say anything though, Avril is laughing at me. “Oh, man… the look on your face. I would not want to be Fabron and be anywhere near you right now.”
“You’re fucking taken,” I growl—somewhat petulantly.
“I already told him that,” she assures me, then looks back down to her coffee. “But that’s when he told me he knew it was you by the way we were looking at each other.”
Grunting an acknowledgment, I pick up my coffee and take a sip. So Fabron can see I want Avril. Big fucking deal.
“He didn’t see that with Andrew, though,” Avril says thoughtfully as she stares off across the Rue to a large outdoor market.
No, he wouldn’t have seen that with Andrew because Andrew has been the one out of the three of us who succeeded in compartmentalizing himself. He’s kept his emotions in reserve, and here we were thinking he’d be the one who would get hurt.
“Andrew’s pulling back,” I tell her, and her eyes come back to mine. I see worry and—is that relief?
“I noticed that, too,” she says, but then lowers her eyes almost as if she is too shy to continue.
“What is it?” I encourage her.
When she looks back up, her cheeks turn a little red. “Last night was intense.”
“Understatement,” is all I say with a smile.
She smiles back, but it’s almost contrite looking as she ducks her head back down. “There was a time last night… near the end. It was just the two of us there.”