Page 12 of Freak

Summer

I n the past, one-night stands for me were frequent. Typically, I’d leave right after sex. No strings. No problems. But that old habit had long since passed, and for once, the casual sex would be happening in my own home, not at the other’s.

Maybe it was being with Raf, in a committed relationship, that had changed me without realizing it. What were one-night stands now? How would we deal with this after we had our fun?

Why was I overthinking? I never did that.

And while I had anticipated some kind of threesome tonight, I questioned myself.

Was I ready for this?

The three of us stood smack in the middle of the elevator. Raf to my right, Ivanna to my left. My strappy heels tapped impatiently, waiting for floor ten to magically turn into sixty. And while the ride was fast, it wasn’t fast enough.

The quiet in here was enough to drive anyone insane, but the loudness in my mind kept me sane.

Kiss her.

Touch her.

Ravish her.

Ivanna reached her fingertips toward mine, testing our connection.

Her skin was on fire, and her pinky hooked onto my own, holding it.

It was subtle. It was feminine and calming.

It should’ve been completely innocent, but the way the tops of her breasts raised in her corset—the body glitter that sheened across her cleavage and clavicle—carried all the temptations of a gift waiting to be unwrapped. Torn apart. Treasured.

I turned to face her. She was already looking at me with her big pouty lips that begged to be sucked.

We’d barely had a real conversation, but I found myself so instantly comfortable with her, attracted to her beyond anything.

She brought her hands up to my cheeks, pulling me in, as she licked at my nose playfully.

She laughed.

Was it nerves?

Excitement?

God, she had me melting for her before she even had me in bed.

I felt Rafael’s eyes on me, yet mine were glued to hers, memorizing every tiny freckle dusted across her nose. “You’re so pretty,” I told her, leaning in closer.

“For such a cold babe, you’re quite smitten.”

That was it, that was the moment I stopped overthinking, and with a small shaky breath, my lips met hers.

A peck. A wet, suckable, little peck.

I heard her swallow as Rafael’s hand slipped down to the small of my back, clawing me, encouraging me.

Ivanna smiled and pressed forward. She kissed me back, but no sooner as she tried to pull away did I press into her red, stained lips again; needy and hard.

Heat from Rafael’s mouth neared the back of my neck, his firm grip in my hair as I pressed Ivanna against the elevator wall, shoving her.

She grunted, and as I shut my eyes, my body was filled with what felt like a hundred different hands and mouths.

Pinned between two gorgeous and hungry creatures, my dress became loose around my shoulders, my back zipper undone.

No one said a word. And how could we?

We’d lost control, my tongue darting into her mouth, making out like love-starved teenagers with full heavy breaths.

My eyes opened while Ivanna’s sharp nails dug into my ass, squeezing me.

“You’re hiding something underneath this pretty dress.” Her mouth opened, intrigued. “Leather and straps? Buckles and chains?”

“All the things that make me a freak ,” I said, self-assured.

“We like to play rough, but we always play nice,” Rafael said over my shoulder, kissing it. His cock was so hard against me, brushing over my ass and Ivanna’s hand.

She looked right at him, her dark eyes full of excitement. I kissed her chin and cheek as she stared into Rafael. He leaned over me and his forehead touched hers.

There was something about him doing that.

Something invigorating.

There wasn’t an ounce of insecurity that stopped me from feeling the pleasures that were long suppressed by man.

And when Rafael kissed Ivanna—when his tongue slipped over hers and she moaned—it made me fucking wet.

The elevator finally dinged, and Rafael led us out, gripping my waist as we took turns stumbling to the door, kissing Ivanna.

The three of us were inseparable, clamoring for the key to enter our apartment, but having the hardest fucking time paying attention.

Ivanna kissed Rafael along his neck, laughing as I bit the spot behind her ear, inhaling the scent of sweet cherry smoke that was trapped on her skin.

“We could just fuck in the hall,” I said, running my hands up Ivanna’s corset. It was so tight against her tits, which were full and heavy in my hand. Fuck, I wanted to suck on them so bad, and by the look on Rafael’s face, he wanted to as well.

“In the stairwell,” Ivanna suggested. “I’ll bend you over the railing and lift that dress up.”

“Perfect height to eat that pretty pussy.” Rafael groaned, and I palmed his hard cock over his slacks. I thought his zipper was about to burst, and I could tell it ached him. “I don’t care who sees us. Let them watch.”

Ivanna chuckled, amused but horny out of her mind.

“You want that, babe?” she asked me, nipping at my jaw. “Can we fuck you like a slut in the stairwell?”

“Suck your clit?” Raf added.

“Finger your cunt?” Ivanna raked her nails on my back, and it burned in the best goddamn way.

I shuddered at the thought of being the object of their affection, but before I could even answer, the door finally unlocked, and we tumbled inside.

We trampled over each other in the dark, bumping into walls, ripping off useless pieces of clothing that got in our way. A pair of five-thousand-dollar red bottoms toppled to the floor, along with a Dior suit jacket which we carelessly stepped over.

Ivanna stopped kissing me. “What are your rules? As a couple?” she asked, attempting to catch her breath.

I looked up at Rafael, who had already unbuttoned one of the buttons on his dress shirt.

I knew Rafael craved the tease.

He needed the constraint; he needed the reward of obeying. I’d indulge my good boy, just as he deserved. “Rafael will only be watching, unless you invite him to join.”

Ivanna threw on a smirk.

“What are your rules?” I asked her.

“I love fucking couples. Especially sharing the beautiful woman in the relationship. My only rule… no strings attached.”

I nodded. Exactly how I wanted it.

“You can do whatever you want with me, but Rafael is mine to push around. You want something from him, you need to ask me first.”

Ivanna bit her full bottom lip. “Perfect.”