Party Time (Alexis PoV)*

A light-brown hand slowly trailed over my exposed skin. A moment later, a pair of lips pressed against my shoulder.

“You okay?”

“Of course,” I said, not moving. The lips pressed against my shoulder again, working closer to my neck. The hand continued on, running itself along my stomach.

“You just seem out of it tonight. I’m worried.”

There was a long exhale as the hand continued to move over my body. The lips pressed against my shoulder and back again and again. The more air left me, the more deflated I felt.

“Got some stuff on my mind,” I said.

“That doesn’t sound like you.”

I pursed my lips. “What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked, finally turning to look at the man beside me. Ezra was a handsome man. Not in a, ‘need to change my panties’ sort of way, but a, ‘take him home and meet the parents.’ He was also Victoria’s boyfriend. She might have taken issue with how he was using his mouth and hand at the moment if she wasn’t busy bouncing atop some no-named dude’s cock across the room. It wasn’t just him either. She was sucking off the guy who was going to replace him when he inevitably fell short of her insane sex drive.

Ezra smiled, which did a lot to help his position here. Already I could feel my irritation towards him fade. Fuck. Was I really that easy?

“Nothing bad. It’s just you usually are more… single-minded…at these parties.” I frowned at him and he continued. “You’ve spent the last fifteen minutes cuddling with me instead of stalking your next target.”

“We aren’t cuddling.” He quirked his eyebrow as I realized how close we were. “Okay, so maybe we are. A little bit.”

“So what’s wrong?”

“As much as I appreciate this, I don’t think an orgy is a proper place to have a heart-to-heart.”

He smiled and I felt that damn fluttering in my stomach and that itch between my legs. God damn it, Alexis. Really?

“Well, what do you have in mind then?”

Twisting, I reached over and grabbed one of the condoms overflowing from the basket. Facing Ezra again, I pressed it against my lips as I raised my eyebrow in a silent question.

He wasn’t going to say no to that. No sane man would.

Sex was always great with Ezra. This was no different. I lost myself in the moment. Flat on my back, I wrapped my legs around him as he thrust against me. Each one hit something inside me that sent a spike of pleasure through my body. Without thinking, I felt my mind reach out as my Gift bridged the gap between us.

He didn’t pull away from the connection, leaning into it as he pressed his lips against mine. My pleasure doubled in intensity as we shared the mutual pleasure through the connection. It wasn’t just pleasure, but surface thoughts as well.

Another joy of having a deviant Gift. I was fortunate I had control over it or I'd be in an asylum. Not being able to control who I connected with would have driven me insane.

“Alexis,” he whispered, breath heavy on my lips.

“Ezra.”

He whispered my name again as our eyes met. He felt what I wanted through our connection and sped up. He said my name again as my legs tightened against him. Again. Over and over he said my name. That’s all he needed to say. No other words were required. I felt everything he did and my thoughts directed his actions.

But while he said my name, while he thrust his cock inside me, his true thoughts were on another. Victoria. It was the reason why I was so comfortable using my Gift on him—and why he allowed me to use it. We shared this moment of mutual pleasure together, but his heart belonged to my best friend.

If it was any consolation, I was a somewhat close second. He cared about me, but not in the same way. His earlier concern for me was genuine and even now he was doing everything he could to meet my expectations and desires.

He fell short, but it didn’t matter. While I didn’t get my orgasm, I certainly felt his and it was a wonderful consolation prize.

Laying against me, we panted for breath as we enjoyed the blissful afterglow of the male orgasm. I felt bad for women who had to rely on their partners to get off. It didn’t hit the same as when I orgasmed, but experiencing the male version was better than nothing.

With a deep breath, I released the connection.

Chuckling softly, Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome rolled off me.

“Don’t think I’ll ever get used to that.”

“Weird, isn’t it?”

He shook his head before brushing some clumps of hair stuck to my sweaty forehead. “Nah. Just different. In a good way.” He smiled. “Feeling better?”

“Mm. A bit,” I admitted. My eyes shifted as I watched a naked man stroll past. The cock on that guy… When I looked back, I found him with a different sort of smile. “What?”

“That’s the Alexis I know.” I rolled my eyes and pushed him away. Leaving him to his laughter, I chased after Mr. Big Cock.

“Excuse me,” I said, tapping on his shoulder. He turned and gave me a once over. I knew that look. Didn’t need much bait to attract him. “Got a moment?”

“For you? Always.”

I gave him a smile.

Less than a minute later, I had him on his back next to the man Victoria was riding. It was the second guy though. As expected, the first guy had popped too soon to sate her.

She looked over at me as I swung my leg over the man, straddling him. “Oh wow,” she said in her breathy moan. “Want to switch?” she joked. The way she was riding her partner, there was no way she was going to give it up.

“Stop being greedy.” I closed my eyes, enjoying the filling sensation of the man’s hard cock. Fuuuck, I liked thick ones like this. They really hit all the right places.

“Says the woman who’s been hogging my boyfriend all night.” Her breaths came heavy, almost panting as she got her workout.

Opening my eyes, I stuck my tongue out. Then we were off. Pleasure shot through my body as I worked the man’s cock in and out of me. I let my mind go blank as I focused on the pleasure. It was all I cared about and all I needed.

Somewhere along the way, I started making out with Victoria. Neither of us were doing our wild cowgirl bucking anymore. Instead, we rapidly rocked forward and back atop our partners. As wonderful as the guy’s cock was, my attention was on Victoria. There was a hungry passion to our kisses as our tongues met and dueled for dominance. I could feel her hands run over my body. She cupped my breasts, teased my nipples. She knew exactly what to do, knowing all the things to drive me wild—just like how I knew all her buttons and levers.

The men finished. We didn’t. Even after the men we were with left, we continued our passionate play. She rested atop me, kissing me as my arms held her close.

“Alexis,” she whispered, pulling away. She stared at me for a moment before giving me a gentle kiss. “Time for the thing.”

I groaned, closing my eyes.

“Come on. Your good deed for the week.”

She took my silence as acceptance. Maybe it was. Ezra had been right. Something about tonight was off, but I couldn’t figure it out.

There was a teasing smile on her face when I opened my eyes again. She flagged down a passing guy and guided him over to me. I shot her a look. The fucking bitch. She had a Cheshire grin that told me she knew exactly what she was doing. The guy she’d picked was not my type.

At. All.

He was like… four of me. His face… Well. It wasn’t working for me.

I kept my legs closed as they approached.

“Alexis.”

“Vicky.”

She shot me a look, eyes flicking down to my legs before meeting my eyes again. With a groan, I spread my legs. I heard her give a squeal of victory before busting out into laughter. Fucking sadistic bitch. She always made me fuck one of the ugly guys at the orgy. As for the guy, he seemed over the moon.

Well, he better well fucking be.

His cock was the equivalent of a wet fucking noodle inside me. Beside me, Victoria was having her fun watching me try to be polite to the poor guy. At least he seemed to be having fun and enjoying it. I certainly wasn’t. Not even her masterful play on my tits could save this fuck.

A smile crept over my face as I watched her take pleasure in my misery. Well, two could play that game.

Reaching out with my Gift, my mind connected with hers. Her expression immediately shifted when the connection stabilized. Now, she was feeling exactly what I was.

“Bitch!” she gasped before leaning forward, sucking in a breath.

I laughed, feeling her emotions and thoughts mix with mine. The amusement faded as we stared at each other. I knew she was worried about me. Apparently, she had noticed I was off too and this was her attempt to prod me back to my normal self. My eyes never left hers as my body rocked with each of the man’s thrusts. The pleasure was negligible as I felt her hand grip mine. With a deep breath, I felt myself open. Not fully. Never fully. But enough. I let her in as she did the same. She was the only one I ever opened up to like this—besides Natalie of course. Victoria was one of the few people on the planet I trusted.

I let her feel my experience with Ezra. Letting her know how grateful I was for sharing him with me. The feeling of pride and happiness and love she felt for both him and me. So lost in my connection with her that I didn’t even realize the guy had finished and moved on until another guy saw my spread legs and took it as an open invitation.

He got no resistance as I let him pleasure himself with me. My mind was elsewhere. A safe place where I knew love and respect. My strong connection with her was transferring the pleasure I felt to her, causing her to moan and cry out just as much as I did. The guy seemed confused at first, but Gifted sex was always weird and he continued with what he was doing.

Vicky and I came at the same time, linked together by my Gift. The bliss hitting twice as hard. A wonderful experience that left us gasping and spent. I was lucky the guy finished soon after I did. Even better that he didn’t linger. Hated when guys did that.

“Amazing,” Victoria said, gasping for breath as she laid beside me. I could still feel her fingers entwined with mine. “God it is so weird to have an orgasm without any…friction.”

I chuckled, closing my eyes and allowing myself to bask in the afterglow. That was probably the last guy for the night. I was getting a bit sore and didn’t want to overdo it.

“So,” I heard her say, hand tightening against mine. “Jake the neighbor kid?” My eyes shot open as I rose to a half-sitting position. She had a wide grin, enjoying my reaction. “Oh my. That’s quite a reaction.”

“How?” I froze, realizing the answer immediately after asking.

Fuck.

“It was all I could hear in there,” she said, tapping my forehead. “Jake, Jake, Jake, Jake, Jake.”

“Please stop,” I groaned.

“He the one getting your wires crossed?”

“It’s not like that.” Her eyebrows rose. “It’s not.”

“You lying skank. He’s all you were thinking about the entire time. Been in your head plenty of times and seen plenty of guys in there, but nothing like that.”

I groaned, running a hand over my face. “Just a crush.”

“If that’s a crush, Ezra and I are ‘just friends.’ Come on. Jump on it. Never seen you so afraid of bedding a guy before.”

“This really isn’t the place—”

She huffed. “Fine. You don’t want to talk about it yet? I can wait.”

“Thanks.”

Leaning over, she gave me a kiss on the lips. Then another.

Then another.

I pulled her towards me, going with the flow of things.

After all, I was done with _guys _for the night.