Page 48 of Screwed

But Ava didn’t slow down her boldness. She began kissing Ethan and stripping him of his clothes, throwing them to the growing pile on the side. He wasn’t even bothered about me. All of his focus was locked on her, and I watched as they lost themselves in each other.

A surge of jealousy hit me again.

I didn’t mean to be a jackass to him earlier. Moore was my friend, and I cared about him like a brother. But watching him with her… it brought out feelings in me I didn’t like. I knew how he acted when there was a girl he was really into, and what he looked like after he’d slept with her. He wore his heart on his sleeve every time, but knowing it was Ava threw me down a spiral I didn’t expect.

I kept replaying our kiss in the Monarch tree over and over in my head. I remembered her quiet confession and how I felt the overwhelming urge to protect her. Then there was that night in the truck, when we made love for the first time. And I’d been hooked on the taste of her ever since, desperate for just another chance at feeling her fall apart in my arms.

That she shared the same thing with Ethan had made me feel anger I’d never felt over a woman before. And now here she was, kissing him right in front of me, and yet I didn’t so much as move a muscle. I didn’t tear them apart and demand an explanation like I might’ve done if I was in the same headspace I was in earlier. Instead, I watched.

Ethan’s hands trailed down her generous thighs, and I could see her tongue slip into his mouth. She moaned then, a sound that sent a shiver down my spine. I felt a traitorous throb in my cock at the sight and sound of what I was witnessing

Fuck.

Was this really who I was now? Some creep who got off on watching one of his best friends with the girl he wanted? It felt so foreign to me, incompatible with who I thought I was. But Ava… God, Ava was enjoying it. I was obsessed with the noises she was making and the way her body writhed in Ethan’s hands, and I wondered if it looked that amazing when she was in mine. The thought was jarring.

She pulled back, giving him a last playful bite to his bottom lip before she turned to me, her green eyes unfocused. She reached out, and she didn’t have to reach far. “Come here.”

Dammit. That was a funny choice of words for how turned on I was right now. I greeted her with another kiss, unable to stop the groan low in my throat as her wet, naked body pressed up against me again. It was way too easy to get lost in Ava. Dangerous, really.

Her hands were all over my body again, and my dick ached between us, longing to bury itself inside her again and feel her warmth. But the moment I started getting too into it, she’d pull away and go back to Ethan. I growled in frustration, but somewhere between the stolen kisses and lowkey competitive vibe between him and I, the dynamic started to shift.

Instead of Ava just moving between us, we started passing her back and forth. Our hands would linger on her body, and watching Ethan spend his time making her moan and pant under the water didn’t elicit the same bitter response from me anymore.

It made me hard as fuck.

Eventually, the competition turned from who could occupy her mouth and interest the longest to who could make her louder. And that was so much more fun. On my next turn, I pinched one of her nipples and bit down on the shell of her ear, my free hand trailing down her stomach until my fingers found their destination.

I chuckled low as I felt how slick she was, totally drenched just from making out with us. My eyes flicked up to Ethan staring, his chest heaving. “You should feel how wet she is.”

He made a grunting sound and began fisting his own hard cock as he watched me play with her. Ava, for her part, was a mess. A beautiful, horny, slippery mess. She moved her hips against my hand, trying to find as much friction as she could but I clicked my tongue and withdrew my hand from between her thighs, giving her pretty little clit one last playful swipe of my thumb before I pulled it away entirely.

She made a frustrated noise, lightly punching my chest. “No fair, Deacon. What are you trying to do, blueball me?”

I laughed, kissing her again. She put her arms around my neck, and when she gasped into my mouth, I didn’t even have to look down to know that Ethan had run out of patience. I tweaked her nipples, and her body jerked against me, a small shudder running through her.

“What is he doing to you right now?” I asked, dipping my head low so I could murmur the words right into her ear.

She panted, holding onto me now to prevent herself from collapsing. “He’s… he’s…” she stammered, her own breathing cutting her off. Her eyes pinched shut, her face contorting in pleasure. It was such a sexy sight. I increased the pressure on her nipples just enough to make her gasp out loud.

“Words, Ava,” I demanded. “You pulled him in here to join us. Tell me what he’s doing to you.”

She swallowed hard, her mouth opening but not quite able to form the words. I nuzzled my nose against her jaw and hummed.

“He’s eating me out,” she whined out loud, her head dropping forward against my shoulder. “His tongue is… oh fuck, Deacon, he put his tongue right inside me.”

I moaned, resisting the urge to jack off at that exact moment. “Yeah? And how does it feel, baby? Is he good?”

“So good,” she breathed. “The best.”

A tiny flicker of jealousy ignited in my chest, but I ignored it. This was supposed to be a team effort, not a competition. Plus, the way Ava looked when she was drowning in ecstasy was such a gorgeous sight that I found myself not minding if I wasn’t the only source of it. But I was still a competitive motherfucker, and if she granted Ethan the title of being the best pussy-eater, then I’d have to find something else to take first place in.

I sank down a little, my mouth sliding over those beautiful tits of hers before I turned her around. Ethan adjusted on his knees below, reattaching his mouth to her pussy with a groan of appreciation. Ava’s hands went straight to his hair, pulling on it as she slowly ground her hips forward. I pressed my cock against her backside once, then swiped her hair off her back and neck and started kissing the nape. I worked my way down.

My hands kneaded into her hips, my face tilting as my tongue danced along the muscles in her back, along her spine. Her body convulsed between Ethan and me, overwhelmed by the dual stimulation. I smiled against her skin, continuing lower until I reached the swell of her ass.

I felt another pulse in my dick. I bit down on one butt cheek, the temptation too great to just ignore. Ava bucked forward, startling Ethan, who slipped back on his own rear. Ava shot me a death stare.

“What?” I asked innocently.