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She gave a guilty start and dared a glance in his direction. “Me? Yeah. Sure.” Olivia looked away and gave her full attention to tying her white shoes. “Why do you ask?”
Ryan wanted to tell her there was no reason and to let it go. But he couldn’t. He had overheard Olivia’s conversation with Mia last night.
He knew Mia wanted to swap because Olivia had only had one sex partner. He clearly remembered Mia’s words: Are you worried that you’re going to ruin things with Ryan, or are you afraid that you might want something more than what Ryan can provide?
It was Olivia’s answer that had floored him: Both.
Up until last night, he thought Olivia and he had shared good communication. It was an essential part when playing with bondage. Obviously, Olivia could tell him anything in bed, but out of it was a different matter.
“You’ve been acting differently since you helped Mia pack last night,” Ryan said, treading carefully around the subject. “Did you guys get into a fight?”
“No.” She dragged the word out. She paused, looking straight at him as she gnawed her pink bottom lip. Ryan knew she was debating about telling him. He waited, his heart pounding hard, before she looked away. “I’m just going to miss her,” Olivia replied. “That’s all.”
Ryan’s shoulders sagged as disappointment weighed down in his chest. She wasn’t going to tell him.
Olivia leaned forward, and he inhaled her clean, vibrant scent. She gave him a brief kiss on the mouth, her soft lips clinging against his before she stood up. “I have to go. Lock up when you leave, okay?”
“Sure.” He barely got the word out before she was gone. She couldn’t leave fast enough.
So she wouldn’t tell him about Mia’s plan. Ryan exhaled sharply. If she didn’t tell him, how could he convince her to go along with it?
Ryan fell back on the bed, tucked one arm under his head, and looked up at the ceiling. He had to come up with a plan, and quickly. He didn’t know how long he would be able to hold out before making a mess out of things.
The moment he had heard Mia say, “How do you feel about swapping?” his body had clenched. He had become instantly aroused, and his cock had grown heavy as images flickered before his eyes.
The idea of swapping appealed to him, but not for the obvious reasons. Mia was sexy and, from what he heard, an imaginative lover. Having sex with Olivia’s best friend would be a unique event, but he wasn’t panting for Mia.
He had always wanted Olivia, but he’d waited to make his first move until she was ready for him. He had loved the way she went after him, and he was thrilled that he got to be the one to introduce her to a sensual world. Watching Olivia’s sexual awakening had taken his breath away, and she’d only just begun the journey.
But if Olivia swapped with Mia, then Ryan had an opportunity he couldn’t miss. He could finally fulfill his secret fantasy – the one thing he couldn’t tell Olivia.
After all, how would Olivia react? What would she think of him if she knew? Could he tell her that he wanted to watch her have sex with another man?
Ryan instantly imagined Olivia with another man. She would writhe underneath the stranger, begging for more. Her high gasps and keening cries would reverberate through him.
Ryan rubbed his hand against his stiffening cock and hissed through his clenched teeth. He stared up at the white lace canopy, but his mind was traveling back a couple years.
He still remembered the night that had changed him forever. He had been at a wild party celebrating his soccer team’s win. Eventually he had realized he hadn’t seen his girlfriend Lacey for a while.
After a search through the house, asking everyone if they had seen Lacey, he decided to look out in the yard. There was no one out in front, but by the time he walked along the side of the house, he heard primitive grunts and moans.
He slowed down and saw a couple sitting on the steps leading to the back porch. The harsh light from a single lightbulb glared on them. He immediately recognized the woman’s deep red hair. It was Lacey. The man, wearing a red-and-black soccer uniform, was one of his teammates.
Lacey leaned back on the short steps, her legs splayed wide and her denim skirt bunched up to her waist. Her discarded panties were next to her feet. She arched her throat and moaned with unabashed pleasure.
Ryan stepped out of the shadows, needing to see more. The raw jealousy he had felt at first disintegrated as fast as it had bloomed. The look of ecstasy on Lacey’s face sparked something hot and dangerous inside him.
He watched his teammate kneel between Lacey’s legs and drive his face between her thighs. He was wild and messy, which Lacey obviously enjoyed. Her moans and hoarse encouragements mingled with the smacking of lips and slurps.
As Lacey tossed her head from side to side, she caught a glimpse of Ryan. At first she jerked, sensing trouble, but Ryan had raised his finger for her to be quiet. She lay still, her body tensing as her lover shoved her shirt up and kneaded her breasts.
Ryan mouthed the word “more” and stroked his cock. Lacey’s eyes widened in shock, but Ryan watched as understanding dawned on her. It was a mix of relief and dread when she realized he liked watching her with another man.
Her sly smile sent a chill down his spine, but he was too far gone to worry about it. Ryan couldn’t stop her or walk away. He needed to watch the pleasure chasing across her face.
As Lacey leaned back on the steps and urged her lover for more, Ryan knew his needs didn’t make sense. He had claimed her as his own. He wasn’t a guy who shared easily. Why did he need to see this?
He almost came on the spot when the first orgasm rippled through Lacey. She tilted her head back and cried out. Ryan could have sworn the moan echoed in his body. He gripped his cock as he watched his teammate pushing down his shorts.
Lacey wrapped her long legs around the man. Ryan couldn’t see it, but he knew the moment his teammate plunged into her. He felt the hot sensations kick the small of his back before they exploded inside him.
He watched his friend pump into Lacey. Lacey met each thrust with a buck and roll of her hips. Every move she made was for Ryan’s benefit, giving him the performance of a lifetime.
And suddenly his teammate’s rhythm grew chaotic. He couldn’t hold back anymore. Ryan heard his friend’s hoarse grunt as he pulsed into his girlfriend.
Ryan quickly stepped back into the shadows as his friend immediately withdrew. Ryan continued to stroke his hard cock as he watched his teammate stagger back into the house to join the party. Lacey lay on the steps under the porch light, her bunched-up shirt and skirt exposing her body to him.
Ryan walked toward her. His arms and legs felt heavy, as if they were no longer under his control. He stood before Lacey, taking in everything from her juicy pink core to the red streaks on her breasts and the wicked smile on her face. He slowly pushed down his shorts and knelt down. Grabbing Lacey’s knees, he thrust into her wet heat, determined to give her the same pleasure she found with another man.
Everything had changed from that night. Lacey thought his silent acceptance was a sign of weakness. She believed it changed the dynamics of their relationship, giving her all the power. She couldn’t have been more wrong.
And maybe he was weak. Ryan considered the possibility as he looked away from the canopy and sighed. He rolled to his side and sat up on the bed, the icy-cold gust from the air conditioner buffeting his hot skin. Why did he find the ultimate pleasure by watching? Why did he want to see his lover taken by another?
What would Olivia think if he agreed to the swapping? She had once confessed that she liked to be tied up because too much sexual freedom made her go out of control. Would she act like Lacey? Would she think his voyeurism meant she had carte blanche to take any man anytime? He didn’t want that.
What he wanted was to watch Olivia find pleasure any way she could find it, as long as she included him. He wanted to set the boundaries for her, knowing she would follow his rules. If she sought his permission, he would grant it.
It was as simple and as complicated as that, Ryan decided as he got up from the bed and stretched. He staggered into the kitchen and saw Jake at the table drinking coffee.
“Hey,” Jake said by way of greeting. The guy looked as exhausted and out of sorts as Ryan felt. Jake wore a wrinkled T-shirt and pale worn jeans. His hair was uncombed, and the whiskers on his long, narrow jaw gave him a scruffy look.
Ryan grunted in response and shuffled to the refrigerator. He opened the door and grabbed the milk jug, giving Jake a sidelong look. Did Jake know about the idea to swap? Ryan wondered what his reaction had been.
He had gotten to know Jake during the past year, since he was often around the house. Olivia was under the impression that Jake was deep and dark. Ryan rolled his eyes at the idea, shut the door, and grabbed a bowl from the kitchen cabinet. Just because the guy chose not to talk about himself didn’t mean he was deep or dark. Just private.
