Teaser Thursday- Hear Me, See Me

This short story is available from Ellora’s Cave; the book’s page on this site has all the link info. And this excerpt is very NSFW.

HMSM 100


Footsteps paused outside the room. “Everything okay in there?”

“Roy, fuck off,” Orrin muttered.

The realization that someone stood just outside hit Rachel like cold water. Although the physical reactions in her body continued, her brain switched on again and she tried to muffle herself. What’s Roy going to think of me?

Her face warmed and she burrowed into the mattress, trying to hide herself.

“Just checking in.” Roy laughed. “Sounds like you two are having a great time in there.”

“Oh, we are.” Orrin reached under Rachel and fingered her clit. She shivered and moaned for him to stop, but not loudly enough for him to hear. “I’m fucking her with my socks on.”

She looked over her shoulder at Orrin, who seemed amused by the situation. Grinning, he continued thrusting into her without missing a beat. Rachel found no humor in the situation. Nothing like coitus interruptus.

Though actually Roy hadn’t interrupted anything. Orrin was still fucking her. And her pussy still wanted it even if her brain wished he would stop.

“Boy, you still wearing those fucking socks?” Roy demanded.

“I always wear my socks,” Orrin said proudly.

“I’m telling you, you’d better take off those socks!”

Rachel shook her head. Despite her mortification at being caught this way, she couldn’t help laughing. And honestly, who cared if Roy had heard them? Sex with other people around, or even watching, was the whole point of a house party. She and Orrin weren’t doing anything at all out of line or unexpected. People showed up here to fuck, and of course they’d overhear one another in a space like this.

She had to be honest enough with herself to admit that knowing her cries had attracted Roy’s attention turned her on even more, electrifying her. Proving the point, her cunt clenched around Orrin’s cock, and he groaned.

“Did you take those damn socks off?” Roy sounded scandalized. “You don’t fuck with your socks on!”

She didn’t know whether his words or the tone did it, but Roy’s comment struck Rachel so funny she completely lost it. Laughing so hard she could barely breathe, she buried her face in the sheet again.

“Keep making her laugh,” Orrin said. “It’s making her shake in a very appealing way.”

“She isn’t supposed to be appealing when your socks are on!”

Rachel laughed so hard tears came to her eyes. The whole thing had become completely ludicrous. There she was, kneeling on a mattress in a house party “semi-private” room with her lover’s cock driving in and out of her—because during the entire exchange, Orrin hadn’t missed a stroke—and meanwhile, a man she’d just met stood right outside a thin curtain, laughing and complaining about Orrin’s socks.

“She appeals to me no matter what I have on.” Orrin fingered Rachel’s clit again and her pussy clenched. “And I’m fucking her with my socks on.”

“You’d better take those socks off, boy, or I’m going to come in there and fuck her myself!”

Startled, Rachel whirled her head around to stare at Orrin. He shook his head, though his smile said he didn’t mind the idea in the least. “He won’t,” he whispered. “He’s just goofing around. Unless you want to take him seriously.”

As if she’d even consider sex with a stranger. Orrin knew her better than that. That was her brain’s reaction, at least. Her body seemed to like the idea. More moisture added to what had already collected between her legs and she pushed herself back against Orrin without even realizing what she was doing.

“Oh you do like that idea.” Orrin smacked her ass. “Naughty slut, aren’t you?”

She’d learned not to cringe when Orrin called her that. According to him, a slut was just a woman who liked sex. Nothing wrong with that at all. She did like fucking, now that she allowed herself to enjoy it. Now that she had a man who wanted her to like it, who could barely keep his hands off her no matter where they went.

“Did he take off the socks yet, Rachel?” Roy demanded through the curtain.

Did he want an invitation to see for himself? An impulse hit, and for once she didn’t give herself time to think her way out of following it. “No,” she called back. “I think you’d better get in here.”

Orrin’s eyes widened. “Are you sure?” he whispered.

She shook her head. She wouldn’t actually have sex with Roy, but—

She had no time to figure out what she would do. The curtain moved and Roy strode in. He stood at the foot of the mattress, eyes gleaming with lust as he watched Orrin continue pumping in and out of Rachel. She shivered under the intensity of his gaze. Roy wanted her, or maybe he just wanted to screw whoever would let him. She gave him a lazy smile and again pushed back onto Orrin’s cock

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