Our Strange Love

I resisted the urge to speed too much, keeping it to only five over. By the time I pulled against the curb in front of Mike’s house, fifteen minutes had passed. I didn’t bother knocking or ringing the doorbell. I hadn’t done that since our freshmen year.

His house was a small ranch. Walking past the kitchen and living room to my right, I went left down the short hall. There were two rooms on the right and the bathroom on the left, the hall ending at the door to the master bedroom. Mike’s was the first room, moving as far away from his parent’s room as he could so any late-night gaming didn’t bother them.

Behind the closed door, the noise made clear what was going on. Unlike my house, plenty of noise leaked from the door and walls. Emma’s moans were muffled, mixing with Mike’s powerful grunts and groans. The sound that got me was the creaking of the bed. It was shocking how much it added to this whole thing. It made it all the more real, creating a tempo for the two.

Right now, Mike was giving Emma everything he had.

Taking deep breaths, I leaned against the wall as I listened to the two enjoy themselves. Eyes closed, I imagined what they were doing inside, putting images to the noise.

The creaking slowed, then stopped. I could hear the low murmur of conversation before shuffling. Standing straight, I uncrossed my arms as the door opened. Mike was surprised to see me there.

“Jesus,” he said, slapping a hand over his heart. “Scared the shit out of me.” Realizing he was shirtless, his face heated. Probably for the best that he had tossed shorts on.

“Isaac?” Emma called from inside the room.

“I’m here.”

Mike managed to look me in the eye again. “Take your time.”

“You sure?”

He shrugged, trying to play this all off as no big deal. “We use your bed all the time and I tossed an old blanket on.” Sliding past me, he headed for the living room. My attention didn’t linger as I moved into the room. Emma was on the bed, naked and with a sheen of sweat. She brushed clumps of hair from her face, giving me a smile as I closed the door behind me.

“Looks like someone had fun,” I said, my eyes trailing over her body. They froze at the cum splattered against her stomach.

She seemed anxious. “Too much? I can clean it off—”

“It’s fine,” I managed, meeting her gaze. “A bit unexpected.”

I was already starting to undress as I moved closer to the bed. Her eyes followed me, studying me. She did briefly look down when I dropped my pants and underwear. She didn’t say anything as I got into bed, climbing over her. My gaze lowered, fingers trailing along her chest.

“You look incredible,” I breathed, enjoying the smooth skin against my fingers. I focused on them for a moment before looking back up at her eyes. “You enjoy yourself?”

She nodded.

“I see he did too,” I said as my fingers avoided the cum on her stomach. “Emma?” I asked, her silence getting to me.

A small smile formed. “Still amazed how much this turns you on.”

I was reaching the breaking point. Seeing her like this. Touching her…

“Only you turn me on like this,” I whispered, shifting between her legs. “Can I…?” Her smile grew, nodding.

Sliding myself into her, I sighed in pleasure as the familiar warmth surrounded me. God, she was so wet. Staring down at her, I burned all of this into my memory. I knew a part of this was fucked up. How her skin glistened from sweat. Her messed-up hair splayed across the bed behind her. The wetness I felt. Even the cum on her stomach. I knew all of it was because of Mike. How he had been in this position only minutes ago, creating the scene I now saw. Emma, the woman I loved, had not only allowed another man to be with her, but she had enjoyed it.

Seeing the way she looked at me now, none of that mattered.

Rocking my hips against hers, I leaned forward to kiss her. “Emma,” I breathed between kisses. Her hands went around my neck, holding me close as she kissed me back. There was a hunger in her lips, her legs clamping against me. She was trying to pull me against her. A part of me resisted, knowing what would happen if I did what she wanted. The resistance didn’t last as I lost myself in the moment. Pressing against her, I gradually increased the pace of my thrusts.

“Isaac,” she breathed, pleasure and desire mixed into her voice.

This was different than the other times we made love. Beyond my feelings, I could see it in her. Feel it as she clung to me. Emma was already in a sensitive state thanks to Mike, and I was reaping the benefits. In our twisted way, we had used another man as foreplay in our lovemaking. I didn’t care about that. I didn’t care that Mike and her had sex before me or that I was going to need a serious shower after this. All I cared about was Emma. My wonderful, lovely Emma.

I could see it on her face as I drove against her. In all our lovemaking before, I never once experienced something like this. She wasn’t lost in pleasure like when she was with other guys, but she also wasn’t as passive as she normally was with me. Each thrust brought a flicker of pleasure. A tiny smile. A soft breath.

Neither of us said anything beyond the occasional name. There was no need. I saw everything I needed to in her gaze.

Brushing at her face, I stared down at her as I resisted the urge to kiss those parted lips of hers. Her breathing was harder as she met my gaze. I felt her hands against my back, always trying to pull me closer. My name on her whispered breaths brought me right to the edge.

“I love you,” I grunted, fighting back that primal urge. The beds creaking picked up, body going against the mind. “I love you, Emma.”

Closing her eyes, I watched the calm pleasure as she orgasmed.

Seeing a sight like that? No amount of willpower was going to stop me from following.

Rolling off her, I gasped for breath as we enjoyed the afterglow.

“Shit, Emma,” I sighed as my hand ran through my hair. Her head found my arm and I felt her snuggle against me.

“I take it you enjoyed that?”

“You have no idea,” I said, planting a kiss on the top of her head. I glanced down. “Could have done without the mess…”

“Now you know how I feel. How many times I had to have one of the guys shoot their load over me so you could get the picture…” she said with a playful grin.

“Yeah, but it looks way better on you.” She wrinkled her nose and poked me in the side. Chuckling, I rested my head back against the bed. “I’m such a lucky guy to have such a slutty girlfriend.”

“I guess that makes me a lucky girl for having a perverted boyfriend.”

“I mean it, Emma. You have no idea how much it turned me on listening to you two go at it or walking in and seeing you all flushed and sated from another man.” My fingers brushed against her skin. “You seemed more into it tonight than normal.”

“Hard not to be considering how you were staring at me.” Hand touching my cheek, she turned her head to look up at me. “But remember—”

“This is a fun thing we do, I know.”

“As long as you remember,” she said with a smile. It was a smile that morphed into that teasing one I knew all too well. “Speaking of remembering… Your part in this deal is to make me forget all about the guy I was just with.” Her hand pressed against her belly, eyes taking a pleading look. “I still remember big, powerful thrusts—”

I silenced her by putting a finger to her lips. The finger was quickly replaced by a kiss as I moved atop her once more.

My voice was low as I positioned myself between her legs once more. “Well, we can’t have that now can we?”

Her giggle was sweet and light.

“No. No, we can’t.”