I can’t tear my eyes from her. I don’t want to give her a reason to think she’s right because she is. I don’t want to confirm it, though, but denying it would be an obvious lie, one she’ll pick up on easily. I can’t leave the room like the voice in the back of my head is telling me because that would be a dead giveaway too. I should have left when I had the chance but seeing Megan’s likeness like this has me stuck to this spot.
The smirk on her face grows the longer I don’t have an answer for her.
“Your silence is enough of an answer,” she says. “You want to again, don’t you? That’s why you haven’t backed away from me.”
“I’m not going to follow up on whatever it is you’re doing, Alana,” I tell her. “I told you it was a lapse in judgment. I’d never expect anything to come of it.” Truth is, I’ve been thinking about those moments between us for the last two days. Each time, it doesn’t get any easier to cope with the fact that yes, I liked how it felt kissing her, but only because physically, all I see is Megan.
Mischief descends on her face before she says, “That’s not what I asked you. Why are you avoiding the question?”
“I’m not avoiding any-”
My words stop short in my throat when her wet lips graze my neck. My entire body goes rigid from the electricity that surges through me. Everything in me orders me to push her away, but for some reason, I can’t. My heart starts pounding harder in my chest when I realize I like how her lips feel, and I don’t want this sensation to cease.
My grip on her wrist loosens, and she places her other hand on my shoulder as she trails light pecks up the side of my neck. I get lost in the soft kisses she’s placing on my throat; I didn’t know she was capable of tenderness, but she’s proving me wrong.
I need to escape this trance I’m in. I have to stop it.
“Alana-” I finally get out in a raspy voice, but her hand fists around a clump of hair at the back of my head, and she pulls my head back.
“Shush,” she says, trailing her other hand down my chest, over my abdomen to my stiffening cock. “No talking.”
Before she gets all the way down, her other hand comes back to my chest, grabs a handful of my shirt, smirks at me, and then walks backward, tugging me towards the bed. I don’t try to stop her, and the thing is, I find that I don’t want to. There’s this determined look in her eye that prevents me from walking away like I know I should, one that says she’s been waiting for this moment.
I think she’s going to climb onto the bed and encourage me to follow her. Instead, she spins me around, taking advantage of the half-daze I’m in to push me down onto my back. She moves between my thighs, leaning down to take my face in her hands and kiss me slowly, although I’m too stunned to return any of it. The passion in her kiss makes me want more. Desire slams into me like an eighteen-wheeler, rocking my entire world and way of thinking of things as my hard cock rapidly scrambles my brain.
I want her–Megan–which is it? Alana is driving the car, but everything about the body on top of mine is Megan–except for the way she moves. Megan would never be so provocative, so aggressive. Alana reaches behind her, freeing the knot holding her sheer robe closed, and it falls open, slipping down her shoulders.
What will Megan think?
Does Megan even know what’s happening? Is she in there somewhere, screaming for me to push Alana off, to stop her, or is she happy that Alana might be coming around to Megan’s way of thinking, at last, wanting me? Could this fix things for us, or will it make it all so much worse?
Am I just trying to convince myself to let this happen because I’m so fucking horny right now?
I reach up, wanting to touch her, but I hesitate. This could start an entirely new avalanche of problems. Or this could all be a trick, and as soon as I touch her, reciprocate even a little, Alana will freak out and start screaming at me. This all seems too good to be true.
But Alana is only encouraging.“Goon,” she coaxes me, her voice husky. I glance up at her, and she’s watching me, her eyelids hooded.
Even with that permission, I don’t touch her instantly. I give myself one more second to try to think it through, to decide if I should shut this shit down or let the fact that it’s Megan’s body convince me that this is okay, that it’s not cheating, that it could even help us.
I don’t knowif I ever really had a choice, though, once she got me down on the bed. I might have been lost when she started kissing my neck. I can’t be sure.
I touch her shoulders where the robe has slipped down, gently pushing the sheer material the rest of the way. As it falls and slithers off her body, my hands go to her perfect ass, fuller now from the pregnancy and weight gain. Megan was shy about it, but Alana is nothing but confident, flaunting her fuller figure, her swollen breasts, her rounded ass, and curved six-month belly. Megan was worried I wouldn’t want her like this, but she looks so intensely erotic that I can feel myself throbbing, so eager to get inside of her that I don’t know how I’ll manage to wait. But if there’s one thing I know about Alana holding the wheel, she’ll want to control the speed.
I wantto kiss every inch of her as I run my hands up her back. Still, I just stop beneath her shoulder blades, fingers stroking her silky skin as she looks down at me with those hooded, heated grey eyes. Everything about her is more commanding and powerful than any woman I’ve ever been with. It’s a hell of a turn-on, and that part of me that remembers that this is Alana, feels guilty, like I’m enjoying having two women in one far too much. But it is Megan, I remind myself, mesmerized as I look up at her, prey caught in a serpent’s gaze.
I know deep down that Alana is in charge of this, that I can’t possibly know if Megan approves, but all I see is Megan. It’s like I’m under a spell, hypnotized.
“Lose the shirt,”she orders, and I do, not breaking eye contact except for when the shirt slides over my head.
She straddles one of my thighs as I toss my shirt away, licking her lips at the sight of my muscled chest. As she leans forward to kiss me, my hands find her lower back, fingertips grazing the edge of her thong as she rides my thigh, the slippery material of her panties against my skin, another new and erotic sensation. Her hand cups my chin, tilting my face up as she slides her thumb between my lips, and I groan as she smiles wickedly down at me before crushing her mouth against mine, her tongue replacing her finger as she kisses me hot and slow, making me ache for more of her.
My hands slide down to her ass, cupping, squeezing, and she pushes me back into the mattress, her grin widening. “Get rid of the pants,” she orders, and my hands go to my fly without argument. I feel like a puppet, her pulling my strings, and it’s strangely hot as her gaze follows my hands as I shed my pants and boxers, my hard cock jutting outwards as if to beg for her attention. Alana kneels above me, staring down at me with that unreadable expression as she moves upwards, hovering over me as she beckons with a finger.
This time I kiss her, leaning up to grab her upper arms, kissing her as her hands slide down my chest, not close enough to my cock. As the kiss deepens, tongues wrangling for control as Alana moans softly again, I have the urge to toss her onto her back and take charge. But I don’t want to fuck it up. She doesn’t give me the chance anyway–the moment it seems like I might have the upper hand, she pushes me back, straddling my waist without actually touching my cock. She reaches up as I resist the urge to stroke myself, undoing her bra and tossing it aside. I groan aloud as I see her perfect breasts and stiff, rosy nipples come into view. I hadn’t thought I could get any harder, but I do, stiffening to the point of pain as Alana rocks against me, her panty-covered pussy just grazing against the straining, hot flesh of my cock. Her breasts move as she does, swaying tantalizingly, and I want to fill my hands with them.
I slide my palms up her waist, towards her full, pregnancy-swollen breasts. Just as I’m about to graze my fingertips against them, she grabs my wrists, slamming my hands back down against the mattress as she makes a tsking sound, still swaying near my cock.
A devious smirkturns up on her lips as she says, “No touching now.”