I feared that watching my best friend have sex with the man I’m in love with would be hard to do, but it’s been quite the opposite.
I can’t get enough of it, and I’ve realized that is because I love Avery just as much. The three of us are the perfect trio, and I never want this moment to end.
“This truly has been the best Christmas ever,” I mutter out loud to no one in particular. Avery, Zane, and I are snuggled up on the couch by the fireplace, drinking hot cocoa, and watching the best Christmas movie of all time, Elf.
“Seriously,” Avery adds as she wiggles on Zane’s lap, “If I knew this is what Christmas was all about, I’d have celebrated it all along.” I know she’s only joking but the scowl upon Zane’s face shows he doesn’t find the situation amusing. He’s been distant all afternoon, the wheels in his brain clearly turning and coming up with worse case scenarios for what went down between us. Regret is etched onto the corners of his worried eyes, guilt evident in the way his lip keeps twitching when Avery moves.
“Zane,” I whisper, bringing my hand to rub against his thigh. I feel him stiffen beneath my touch, his gaze glued to the television although he’s not really watching. “Do you regret it?” I ask, though I’m unsure I can handle his response. He slowly turns to face me, the unique green shade of his eyes darkening as he contemplates my question.
It’s evident he does, only I’m not sure which part. Does he regret giving in to his darkest desires, or only that he enjoyed it so much.
His fingers reach out to caress my face, his thumb tracing my bottom lip as I instinctively lick it. “I could never regret what happened here.” He pulls Avery further into his lap, his free hand wrapping around her waist and holding her in place. “You two are everything I never knew I was missing. Am I questioning every one of my morals, yes, but I’ve come to the realization that morality is overrated. We were born to give into our desires, created to push boundaries and test limits. Destined to break every damn rule set in stone.”
Avery climbs off of him, onto the couch on all fours. Her hands reach for his already rock hard erection, “Amen to that. Sex is human nature, to crave this type of affection from someone you’ve loved your whole life is the most natural thing. Some would call it taboo, but I call it innate behavior.”
I follow her movements, doing the same on the opposite side, Zane’s hips lift forward and Avery begging to tug his shorts down, his monster cock springing forward, the head glistening with precum. What I’d do for another taste?
Avery reads my mind, wrapping her hands around it and licking him from top to bottom, Zane groans, as Avery’s lips come down around him and release him with a pop. She keeps moving, taking him all the way back, her eyes slightly watery from how big he is, but she doesn’t stop, nor does she doesn’t gag.
Zane cups her tits, pinching her nipples as she continues to suck him into her mouth. I cup his balls like she showed me, reaching down, and sucking them into my mouth, just as he reaches to pinch my nipples too.
“Yes, fuck baby. You two are trying to fucking kill me,” he groans.
“Death by blow job,” Avery whimpers, “Can’t think of a better way to go.” Zane’s hands wrap around us, our asses up in the air giving him the perfect angle to rub our pussy’s from behind.
“Oh god,” I cry out, already on the edge.
“So fucking wet,” he groans, moving his hips to meet Avery’s greedy mouth. He continues to rub us, smacking as he groans loudly, so close to release. “I’m going to come. Let me go Avery.” She shakes her head, wanting to swallow every ounce of him. Zane comes hard and loud, shooting into Avery’s mouth. Cum drips from her lips as she releases him. Licking her lips, she leans over him, coming toward me.
“Taste him Chlo.” She grabs my neck and kisses me harshly, spitting into my mouth. I can taste him, salty, warm, and so fucking good. “I saved you some,” she says, releasing my lips.
“That was the single hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Zane admits, bewildered by her actions.
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
I blush, still in shock at the event’s that have taken place this week. This is better than any fantasy, more perfect than any of my wildest dreams. Avery Taylor and Zane Anderson are mine, I’m never letting them go.
“What are we doing, girls?” Zane asks, suddenly serious.
We both snuggle onto his lap, resting our heads on his bare chest. “I don’t know,” I admit. “All I know is I’ve never wanted anything more.” He kisses my forehead, turning and doing the same to Avery.
“Sooner or later, the magic of being alone in the snowy mountains will disappear. The snow will melt, Spring will come, and you girls will leave for college.”
I nod against him, unable to look at him as he contemplates this ending. “We’ll deal with that when the time comes, for now I want to enjoy every moment of it.”
We both look at Avery, who’s gotten up and is now standing completely naked before us. “I just have one itty-bitty question?” she asks, moving to straddle Zane’s lap, his dick lining up with her entrance. She lowers down onto him, his guttural groan reverberating through the room. “What are you two doing New Year's Eve?”
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The end…or is it?
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NewAdult and Dark Romance Author of the Servite Academy Series, Bellamy Roswell is a coffee connoisseur, avid reader and aspiring New Adult romance author who is a lover of angsty, passionate bad boys, and sassy, fierce heroines. Thrilling romance with an edge of passion, suspense, and angst.
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