“Take your clothes off when you get in there,” Tate said. “I’ll be in there in a minute.”
Jen whirled around and slapped him across the face so hard that I felt the sting. I drew my head back, my eyes widening in a mild display of shock. Bray lifted her head from my lap.
Tate was still smiling, but I noticed his teeth grinding behind the handprint that started to appear on his cheek. He grabbed Jen’s wrists.
“Leave. Me. Alone,” she growled.
Tate let go.
For a second, it looked like a standoff as the two of them stood face-to-face, unblinking, each waiting for the other to make a move. Finally Jen turned around and walked into the bedroom, slamming the door behind her.
Among the seven of us, only Bray and I seemed to find their display concerning.
Tate stretched his arms high above his head and yawned, stretching his whole face. Then he dropped his arms back at his sides and looked at us.
“Crash wherever you want,” he offered. “I’m going to hit the sack.”
“Sure thing,” I said somewhat distantly.
Tate disappeared inside the room with Jen, and before he even got the door closed all the way, Jen’s shouting at him to “Get the f**k out!” among other things, was what I heard.
“I said take off your f**king clothes,” I heard Tate say through the wall.
“Go f**k yourself,” she told him.
Then I heard a loud thwap and felt my eyes widen in my head.
“You f**king want to hit me?!” Tate roared. “Fucking hit me again! Do it!” I could picture him turning the other cheek.
I glanced over at Caleb who sat just as he had been all night between Johanna’s legs and Grace between his. He ran his fingers through Grace’s hair and his other hand brushed against Johanna’s knee.
Thwap!
Jen screamed, and then I felt the floor shake and what sounded like a scuffle. I stood up. It was instinct. Jen may have needed to shut her mouth a long time ago, but I couldn’t stand to know she was being hit on the other side of that door.
“Don’t worry about it,” Caleb said stoically.
I glanced down at him, but then just looked back toward the door. There was definitely some kind of physical fight going on in there. Bray was standing next to me. I was so focused I didn’t even know when she got up from the floor.
“Why the hell not?” I asked Caleb. I kept looking back and forth between him and the door.
Caleb remained impassive, or maybe he just didn’t feel I was worth wasting any more of his breath on. He shook his head and lay back against the cushion between Johanna’s legs.
“It’s not what you’re probably thinking,” Grace spoke up instead.
“Well it sure as hell sounds like it,” I said.
Bray grabbed my hand. “Baby, don’t get involved. Please.” She was scared, because we were outnumbered.
Grace added, “Tate would never hit Jen.” Her face softened and she tilted her head to one side, leaning her back against Caleb’s chest. He slipped his hands up her shirt. But she kept her eyes on me. “The only one in there you have to worry about is Tate,” she added with a small chuckle.
Caleb dragged his fingertips across the skin on her neck.
Squeezing Bray’s hand, I looked away from them and focused all of my attention on the sounds coming from the other side of that door. Soon, I began to understand. Before long, the argument and the scuffle turned into moans and whimpers and the sound of the bed hitting the wall.
The thought of their fiery relationship made me hard. And, I admit it, so did Caleb’s relationship with Grace and Johanna.
Before the night was over and after the lights and television had been shut off, bathing the room in partial darkness, Caleb was f**king Grace and Johanna on the couch, which had been folded out into a bed. They didn’t care that Bray and I were still wide awake in the same room. And it wasn’t exactly something new to me, by any means.
But I realized for the first time, by how easily Bray accepted it, that it wasn’t exactly anything new to her, either.
She crawled on top of my lap as I lay on my back against the floor. She leaned over and pinched my bottom lip between her teeth, pushing herself against my hardness through our clothes. She wanted me as much as I wanted her. And I was about to f**king burst. Maybe she was as turned on by everything going on around us as I was. I couldn’t fault her for that. But I never expected her to want to f**k me out in the open. With a threesome happening just across the room. Hell, I wasn’t about to ask questions. I just wanted her on top of me. Naked.
“Ride my cock,” I whispered hotly onto her mouth.
She grinded her hips against mine even harder then. I grabbed the sides of her face in my hands and kissed her with predatory intent.
“Take off your shorts,” I said with an air of demand.
I reached down and slipped my hand behind the elastic of her shorts and felt that she was already wet. I pushed my finger between her nether lips, and she threw her head back and shut her eyes.
“Take ’em off,” I repeated, and she complied without hesitation.
I raised my ass from the floor long enough to get my cargo shorts and boxers off. She sat on top of me, moving her hips up and down with my c**k pressed between her wet lips. I thrust upward, growing impatient, wanting to be deep inside of her A growl rumbled quietly through my chest as I dug my fingers gently into her skin, my hands locked around her hipbones.
“How bad do you want me, baby?” she whispered, peering down into my eyes.
I slid my hands from her hips to her br**sts underneath her shirt.
“So f**king bad,” I said, squeezing her br**sts in my hands, and her mouth collapsed around mine.
She teased me for a moment, my c**k so hard that it was getting painful, until I couldn’t take it anymore and I shoved it deep inside of her. She raised her chest from mine, sat upright on my lap, and began to f**k me; her body moved like a wave, her warmth tightening around my c**k with every thrust. I about f**king died.
As much as I just wanted to let go, to give in to my own pleasure and come deep inside of her, I forced myself to stop. I pulled out, then rotated her into a 69 position on top of me. I pushed her thighs apart with my hands; her sweet ass and that warm, wet thing I longed to taste were right there for my viewing pleasure. I moaned and thrust my hips upward when I felt my c**k pressing between her lips and being sucked into the back of her throat. I dug my fingers into her thighs harder and forced her down on my face, licking and sucking on her clit until she was breathless. Her upper body fell forward; her br**sts, still covered by her T-shirt and bra, pressed into the tops of my legs. My c**k sprung back against my stomach, still as hard as a rock. She couldn’t suck it anymore; her entire body was too busy reacting to my mouth.