Page 13 of Freak

Ivanna

I only knew true love through the couples that I fucked. Love—for all intents and purposes—that was too big to be confined by only two people and, therefore, exploded out into the universe like a sticky hot web.

Some ran away from that type of love.

Others, like myself, ran towards it.

Summer stood before me, her gorgeous dark hair resting on the top of her full breasts. I tried not to fall forward into those dark green eyes of hers, my slight height advantage a delusion to how equal we really were.

“Rafael,” she commanded, eyes still pinned on me. “Why don’t you fetch us some drinks? Something strong from the bar cart.”

“How about tequila?” he suggested, grinning at Summer.

“You tasted it, too?” she asked him, running her thumb over my bottom lip.

Her forehead leaned towards mine, touching it. She wanted to kiss me. I could tell. But she resisted with the shake of her voice. “Your tongue was so sweet when we kissed you, Ivanna. We know expensive tequila when we taste it.”

Rafael nodded.

“You have an excellent palate,” he muttered under his breath.

“And so does your girlfriend,” I replied, admiring him from across the room.

I wasn’t one for relationships, but fuck if I wasn’t fascinated by them: their dynamic, their rules, their courtship. And for as many couples as I had been with before, I could tell Summer and Rafael were something different. They were evolved.

“Tequila would be perfect,” Summer instructed.

“Yes, Ms. Evans.” Rafael lowered his head in a bow, then left the room. As seductive as Summer was, her boyfriend was equally something of his own. Something unique. There was a familiarness to his dark brooding eyes that I craved to be a part of.

“He listens very well,” I complimented.

“It’ll drive him wild to leave us alone.”

“Can he hear us?” I asked. My skin was burning with each delicate tap of Summer’s finger. She traced an imaginary line along my arm, connecting freckles together in appreciation.

“Not if we’re quiet,” she whispered. And I liked the idea of it, sneaking around her boyfriend to fuck each other in the shadows of their dark Manhattan penthouse.

I toyed with the strap of her dress.

“Being quiet is fun.”

“Like a secret,” I said.

“Oh, do I have secrets, Ivanna,” she hummed, and her voice rattled my insides like a thunderstorm.

“You can keep them safe with me, babe…” I said onto her lips, cupping her cheek.

“No one needs to know. No one needs to catch us.” It was a playful little scenario, and she listened so well to my body, slowly back peddling as I pushed her towards the standing mirror in the dark corner of the room.

I shoved her against it, taking liberty of how roughly I could rake my hand through her hair, tugging it.

Her voice hitched, her jaw tilted.

Being careful was not my strong suit. Especially with a scent as intoxicating as Summer’s.

She smelled like rain and mint, like a clean, pretty girl—and oh, did I love pretty girls.

They were so soft. So tender and willing.

Sooo submissive to a sexual command, just as Summer’s boyfriend would be once he was back with our drinks.

And since Summer was so filled with secrets, I let her in on one of my own. A secret that made my thighs pinch together, and my stomach roll with a wave of nerves.

“I saw you two fucking,” I shivered into her ear, kissing the spot where her shoulder met her neck.

“You and Raf at the club. Your tits bounced so good while taking him from behind. I wanted them to fall out. To take them into my mouth. It got me so fucking wet.” I bit into her, wanting to mark her but resisting.

“I rubbed myself under the table watching you. And I knew I shouldn’t have.

I was with someone else, and it was so fucking dirty to do it, but I just wanted to join you both so bad.

So I did it. I snuck my hand through the top of my pants and rubbed my cunt right to the edge of coming.

I’m still there. Still achey and sore, because I couldn’t bear to finish unless it was with you. ”

“Show me,” Summer whimpered, her nails etching into my back, loosening the lace that held my corset together. “Show me how you ache. Show me what that pretty pussy looks like so I can stop imagining how it is.”

We kissed softly, moaning between breaths as the straps of her dress fell off her shoulder. I tugged on her dress, shimmying it down her body as my corset blossomed open and fell to our feet.

Undressing her, my fingers brushed along nylon and leather, revealing the intricate straps and gold buckles of lingerie that hid beneath Summer’s dress.

Her tits popped out, her nipples hard and pierced like mine, framed around a leather strap that I snapped with my finger. I licked her tongue, and her tits felt so soft and tender against mine as we kissed.

I didn’t even realize how far she reached into my pants until her hand slipped right over my pussy.

She inhaled sharply, and I nearly buckled when she touched me.

“Fuck,” she gritted. “God, your clit is so fucking puffy. It’s so fucking hot.”

I winced at how tender I was. All that teasing from the club finally began to ease up as Summer traced circles over me.

“Is this your first time touching a girl?” I asked.

She nodded. “Mmmhmm.” Her big green eyes faked innocence.

“Makes sense why you’re so starved.” She was so good.

I wrapped my hands around her neck and gave her another hard push against the mirror.

“Careful, babe, I’m not ready to come so quick.

” I swore, licking the tip of her chin. We giggled together, a playfulness that was added with a sterner expression.

I squeezed tighter over her neck, letting her know who was in charge.

Her dress slipped off her hips and puddled to the floor.

“Look at me,” Summer asked. There was a shyness I hadn’t seen in her yet. “I wore this for you. A gift for you to take off.”

My heart lurched for her body, for the curves that traced over her hips, to the leather garter belt that held her thigh highs together with a buckle.

I was obsessed.

“No panties?” I asked, pleasantly surprised. I kicked her legs open, spreading her. I wondered if she shaved for me, her naked pussy a puddle of wetness that I tapped with the tips of my fingers.

I could smell how horny she was, her body open like a bottle of wine that needed to breathe before the first true sip of sex.

Could she see how nervous and excited I’d become as well?

I couldn’t get close enough to her, pressed hard enough that not an inch of space was wasted with her tits against mine.

“God you’re sexy,” I said, both of us rubbing each other, my knuckles pressing hers as we fought to make each other come.

I loved the sound of wet pussy in the dark.

“I’ve been watching you for so long, hoping you’d be the first girl for us to share,” she said, biting my lip.

“I’ll hook you like a drug. You’ll both know how good this life can be once I’m done with you.”

Maybe it was the pill I took at the club. The drinks. The smell of sex. But something in me felt like I was floating. Like whatever good I had in my heart was erupting from my core. And that came from the way Summer kissed me. From how Rafael stared at me. From them. Only them.

There was no mistaking that these two were deeply in love, and that love turned into visible sparks of light and aura that I saw the moment I laid eyes on them.

Their passion was too generous. Too real.

They were destined for a third, and it was my honor to introduce the more primal aspect of what that could entail.

This wasn’t just fucking. This was a ceremony.

“Turn around, pretty girl,” I said. “Place those hands right onto the mirror and stare at how perfect you are.”

Summer succumbed to my lead, baring her back to my lips as I reached around to cup her breasts.

Slowly, I made my way down her back, kissing, licking, dropping to my knees as I worshiped her legs with the gentlest scratch of my nails.

I couldn’t resist how her ass turned into the perfect circle, how she instinctually perched it up for a bite. I slapped her right on the bottom of her cheek, and she shuddered as it turned pink with heat.

“Has a girl ever eaten you out before?” I asked into her thigh, kissing.

“No. Never,” she said quietly, keeping us a secret from Rafael. The city outside leaked through the windows and a perfect strip of light fell over the puffy mound of her cunt.

It looked so sweet.

Her thighs pinched together.

Her pussy a delicious tight slit that begged to be fucked.

“Try not to moan,” I said, pressing my tongue right onto the pad of her pussy.

She gasped, and her lips folded over my tongue, and her wetness spilled over my chin. Summer was so hot, so sweet and feminine, and it drove me feral knowing that Rafael’s cock was stuffed in her tight hole just hours ago. I wanted to see it again. I wanted to rub myself to it.

“Did he come in you tonight?” I asked, licking her.

“No. Not yet.”

“Not yet?” I asked. The implication made me so fucking horny.

“He can. Do you want him to come inside me?” She exhaled as I lapped her up, spreading the taste of her cunt right up to her ass.

“Depends. I want to know the risk.” Fuck, it turned me on, I ate her ass and slipped my fingers in her cunt. Rafael did a good job of stretching her open, because I slid three knuckles deep into the softest, wettest pussy I ever felt.

“Risk of what?” she asked, moaning.

“Risk of him breeding this pussy. Of him knocking you up.”

Summer whined, grunting. She pushed back into my fingers.

“It’s high,” she muttered, her hot breath fogging the mirror.

“Is it?” Greedily, I reached below my panties, rubbing my clit. Summer’s ass had that effect on me, and the mere thought of her being fertile turned me into some deviant. Why did it turn me on? Why did I want to be the helper of some kink that I myself didn’t want?