My heart pounded against my ribs as my head became lightheaded. In just a few minutes, Weston Young would be picking me up to bring me to his place; wherever that was. I admit that I was extremely nervous about the whole thing. Memories from my college days came into my thoughts and I remembered the last time I had a threesome. I was drunk and it all happened so quickly, but this time it was planned out and now I didn’t know if I could go through with it or not.
If Weston had been single and asked me to sleep with him, I’d have jumped at the opportunity and not feel nervous in the slightest. Sleeping with him and his girlfriend had my nerves all over the place. Was she actually cool with this? He had said they did things like this often, but to me it was foreign.
I stood on shaky legs and padded over to the front door to peer out. My heart lurched in my chest as I saw Weston young stand there in his delicious five-piece suit. Holy hell. My mouth watered just from the sight of him. How is that even possible? His hand went up toward the doorbell as an annoyed look flashed across his features. I quickly opened the door before he changed his mind and turned around.
When our eyes connected, he beamed with excitement, and I couldn’t help but notice how he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth again. Damn, that really turned me on. He did it often and I wanted to fan my face every damn time. Good lord.
“Hi,” I greeted shyly.
His eyes raked over my body with appreciation before he grinned down at me. “Hi, yourself. Are you ready to go?”
I nodded and shrugged at the same time. “Do I need to bring anything?” I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to or not, to be honest. This wasn’t something I normally did and being in a relationship with one person for the last year didn’t really prepare me for something like this. And back in college, I didn’t think about something like that.He chuckled. “No, Millie, you don’t need to bring anything.”
“All right, then let’s go.” I stepped out onto the terrace as I closed and locked the door behind me. Weston had already walked to the car before I descended the stone steps and joined him along the curb.
His fancy Mercedes SUV sat parked right in front of my steps and he surprised me when he opened the door for me. The interior smelled of leather, new car scent, and him. Just from the scent alone, I knew I was going to be a goner. He smelled so fucking good. What is that?
After he slipped into the driver’s seat, he started the SUV and took off without a single word to me. Here I was, nervous as could be while my heart thundered and he didn’t seem to have a single care in the world. But hello! The guy was obviously used to this sort of interaction with a complete stranger, considering he was the one who came to me with this proposition. Oh, what am I getting myself into?
“So, do you and Isadora do this kind of thing often?” It just came out before I could stop it and I’m not entirely sure where it even came from. When I looked over at him, though, I relaxed. He actually smiled and it was a genuine smile. It wasn’t one of his sultry smiles or his I’m-the-b oss-don’t-fuck-with-me smiles.
“I guess you could say that. We try to keep things interesting in the bedroom as much as possible.” He shrugged like it was the most normal thing in the world.
“And she doesn’t get jealous?” I knew if I had a man like Weston Young, I wouldn’t share him with another woman. Never.
He laughed. “Nah, I don’t give her a reason to be jealous. This is strictly sex. No emotions are involved whatsoever and when we’ve all had our fill, we go back to just her and me.” I noticed his hand gripped the steering wheel as his jaw tightened. Was he disturbed by something he had just said? I wonder what that’s about. There was no way in hell I was going to ask him about it right now. I’d ask him eventually, but perhaps after I’ve known him for more than two days.
It still didn’t sit well with me how Isadora could be so chill about this. Were they not satisfying each other in the bedroom? Is that why they brought in a third person? Would I ever truly know?
We finally arrived at what I assumed was Weston’s home as two very large wrought iron gates swung open as he drove through. He continued up a long driveway until an enormous mansion came into view. It looked like an old colonial style home from around the time America was becoming a country. It was in perfect shape and truly breathtaking.
“You live here alone?” I asked as I stared up at the house when he parked right upfront.
“Mostly. Isadora stays with me when she’s home obviously...” He trailed off and I looked over at him. He looked a bit saddened by the revelation but said nothing more.
“Is she gone often?” He nodded. “She’s a model so she travels more than she’s home.” He ended the conversation almost as soon as it started by getting out of the car.
That explains why the woman affected me back at the office this morning. She’s a fucking model! A gorgeous one at that.
I quickly jumped out of the car and followed Weston up the massive stairs to the front porch and finally the door. It creaked of old age when he opened it but I was pleased to feel the air conditioning blast me in the face while the interior came into view. I think I had just stepped into a Home Decorating magazine. Everything was pristine and perfect. It all seemed to have a place and all the cream and beige colors mixed perfectly. Whoever decorated had beautiful taste.
Then the music started from invisible speakers and nearly knocked the pictures from their places on the walls from the bass it was giving off. Billie Eilish blared through the house, giving off a sensual feel.
And that’s when Isadora revealed herself. She was wearing nothing but a rose gold silk robe as her long legs poked out from the bottom. I swallowed as my eyes enlarged at the sight of her. This was really happening. Take a few deep breaths, Millie, you’re a big girl. You can handle anything.
“I was pleased when Weston told me that you’d be joining us,” Isadora purred as she stepped up to me and ran her finger along my jaw and down my neck where it disappeared into my blouse.
My heart slammed against my ribs again as I stood frozen to my spot. I had no idea what happened next. I hadn’t done anything like this in such a long time that I felt a bit awkward and shy. My eyes looked over and sought out Weston’s as I noticed he watched us intently. He leaned against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest and his brow lifted seductively. He clearly liked watching, but was I able to give him a show?
Isadora stopped what she was doing and looked over at Weston. “Do you think we should make our guest feel more comfortable?” as she smiled at me and stuck her delicate fingers into the small pocket in the front of her robe. She pulled something out and then held her hand open to display what she was holding. What the hell are those?
She held three little pink pills in the palm of her hand that had the word “SKY” stamped on them.
“What is that?” I asked as I looked between Isadora and Weston, but they weren’t giving away anything with their expressions.“Hold your tongue out,” Isadora said while holding one up to me.
I shook my head. “No way. I’m not putting that in my mouth until I know what it is.”
At my words, Weston growled from his spot next to us, sounding annoyed, while Isadora just giggled.
She plopped the pink pill into her mouth before she walkedover to Weston and placed one on his tongue. They both grinned half-heartedlyat me before Isadora walked back to me. “It’s ecstasy, babe.It will make you feel really nice.” She held out the pink pill again and Istared at it.I was familiar with ecstasy as I had done it several timesin college, but that was ages ago. I remembered how it made me feel so goodwhile it took away any fears or doubts, allowing any sexual experience to blowyour mind.Fuck it. I held out my tongue as she placed the pink pillonto it before I swallowed it down. Now what? I remembered it took a bit beforeyou could feel it and by the looks of it, they weren’t patient on getting intobed. After all, Weston said this was just sex, nothing emotional. “Good girl,” Isadorapurred. “Now we wait.” She leaned forward and lightly kissed my lips. Itsurprised me; I won’t lie, but I actually liked it even if my stiff and nervousbody looked like it didn’t.
Weston dropped his trousers and briefs while his erection sprang free; Isadora wasn't joking when she asked her question. He was indeed huge and no doubt put all the men in my favorite porn videos to shame. And trust me, I liked them big. The bigger the better and Weston was huge.I shifted on the couch as I eagerly anticipated the moment he took me when I felt Isadora tug on my blouse. It came free from my skirt as she quickly removed it and tossed it to the floor next to Weston's discarded clothes.He grabbed my legs and swung them off the couch before he helped me sit up and finally to my feet. I stood chest to chest with him as I stared directly into his intense gaze. Every hair on my body stood up on end as I inhaled a sharp breath. No man had ever made me feel this before."Remove your skirt and panties," he rasped out while he removed his shirt. The way he grabbed the back of his shirt and tugged it over his head made my mouth water. He stood fully naked in front of me and I ha
Fuck. What have I gotten myself into?!Isadora had stopped touching me as I looked over at her. She seemed to still be enjoying herself, but instead of watching me, she was staring up at Weston with an unreadable expression on her face."Fuck!" Weston cried out as he pulled me back into the moment. I closed my eyes and allowed my orgasm to take over. His grip on my throat nearly choked me completely out while his other hand left my wrists to slap me hard on the ass. My orgasm heightened and exploded as I screamed into the couch cushion.He stopped his thrusting as his body began to convulse against me. I could feel him milking the last of his cum into the condom and technically into me. I was in pure bliss as a huge smile crept over my face.And then he pulled out and completely released his hold on me. My body still buzzed from the aftermath as I stood from the couch and bent to grab my clothes.When I turned to look at them, I watched Isadora walk up to Weston and kiss him in such a
It was weird being here; I won't lie. After doing what we had done in the study and the ecstasy still running through my veins, I couldn't help but wonder what happened now. Isadora still had loud music playing through the house as she busied herself with dinner while Weston sat at the kitchen table on his laptop. He completely ignored both of us while an annoyed scowl pinched his face.Isadora finally finished dinner and had set it out for us on the table. I had no idea what the hell she had made but it smelled delicious. It looked like a Mediterranean dish of some sort."Eat up, you two, we need to get our energy back up for what we're going to do next."I stared with an open mouth over at her as a tightness consumed my core with anticipation. Damn this ecstasy! If I was sober, I wouldn't be this excited to do the dirty again, especially after the weirdness I felt after the first time. But when I looked over at Weston, I remembered how he felt inside of me and I wanted to feel him a
Weston's gaze flashed with uncertainty but then it was gone just as fast as it had appeared. What the hell was that all about? Did he not want to touch me?"Come here, baby," Isadora coaxed as she crawled away from me but continued to hold my knees open for Weston to crawl between them. "I want you to get this out of your system, baby." I looked between the two and wondered what the hell she meant by that. Get what out of his system? Threesomes? Fucking hard? What was she... Ooooh.Weston sank deep inside of me as he filled and stretched me all over again. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and probably saw the inside of my skull. My knees gripped his sides while my hands grabbed the top of his shoulders. He let out a groan as he pulled out and sank back in again and again, but it was way too slow for my liking."Tell him what you want, M," Isadora rasped next to me.When I looked over at her, she leaned back against the pillows and played with herself as she watched us. It was w
Weston brought us into a room that looked like an office and shut the door right before I heard the click of the lock. He stepped toward the small loveseat in the room and sat down after he set me to my feet."I'm going to punish you now, Millie. Are you okay with this?" I loved that he asked for my permission and hell yeah, I was okay with this. When I nodded at him, he quickly grabbed my hand and pulled me down over his lap, my stomach tight against his thighs. His hand rubbed soft circles over my ass as a groan filled his chest and vibrated against my side.The anticipation nearly killed me as I began to squirm in his lap."Don't move or I'll tie you up."Oh, yes!His hand left my ass for a moment before it came down hard against my soft cheeks. My body bucked in his lap as a moan escaped my lips."Did you like that?" Weston rasped out as his hand caressed my ass again.I nodded as I looked over my shoulder at him. "Yes. Now, may I please have another?"He growled as a wicked gleam
As I sat at my desk, I couldn't stop thinking about the private moment I shared with Weston last night and how he told me the truth this morning about his deal with Isadora. I knew this wasn't my business or my problem, but if Weston felt anything like how I'd felt for the last year, he was about to make the worst decision of his life. And that's why I'm making this my problem. I also felt connected to Weston on more than a sexual level and that wasn't something I could ignore either.I looked down at my clock and saw that it was nearing lunch time and figured I could ask Weston to lunch.I lightly knocked on his office door and waited for his reply, which I got a moment later when he told me to come in.He sat at his desk as he looked over a huge stack of papers, and I couldn't help but stare at him. Weston Young was the type of man every woman drooled over and every man wanted to be. It was a shame that he was stuck in a relationship with a woman he clearly didn't want."Hey, I was
"You really are a bad influence," Weston noted after he pulled the bottle from his perfectly plump lips. He watched me the entire time with an amused look in his eyes. I couldn't tell, but he almost seemed more relaxed and happy than he had since I'd met him."Oh, we're just getting started Goodie-two-shoes," I teased before I sipped from my own beer.Weston let out a laugh, one I'd never heard before. His smile was the kind that reached his eyes and made him look more attractive to me than I cared to admit."Do you dance?" I asked, craving to feel his body against mine.He laughed again, but this time it was an incredulous laugh as if I just asked him the most ridiculous question in the world. Shaking his head, he said, "No, absolutely not.""Well, we've already stepped outside your very comfortable comfort zone, so let's keep up the momentum." I didn't let him answer as I grabbed his tie again and started to walk backward, holding my gaze on his. I really wanted to see how far he'd