The Space Between Us Read online

  He kissed me there the way he’d kissed my mouth, sweet and slow, sucking gently on the soft flesh of my inner thigh before nudging his nose a little higher against my panties. I’d dressed in anticipation of getting naked, glad now I’d picked this lacy pair that let his breath and the wetness of his mouth reach me through the material. I swallowed the murmur of his name, which, like the great big bed, seemed too intimate for this first time.

  I looked at Meredith, who’d crossed to the bed and pulled the comforter away to reveal plain white sheets. She smoothed them with her hand as she pushed the pillows aside. She unbuttoned her blouse and shrugged out of it to stand in her skirt and a black satin bra. Watching us, she unhooked it at the back and hunched her shoulders to let the straps fall forward, though she held the front of the bra with one hand so it didn’t come off.

  Charlie moved his hands from the backs of my knees up my thighs, fingers hooking in my panties to pull them down my legs. I stepped out of them, looking at him. My skirt covered me, but I could still feel the air on my skin. He pushed my skirt up, slowly revealing me to him, his eyes on mine until the last moment, when the material gripped in his hands bunched at my hips. Then he returned his face between my thighs, and I felt the pressure of his lips on my clit.

  I bit back a cry, one hand going involuntarily to his head as my hips bumped forward. The wet swipe of his tongue against me made my eyelids flutter, my feet shift apart, my pussy tilt toward him so he could access every part of me. Charlie made a low, satisfied noise, muffled against my flesh.

  I couldn’t stop myself from looking at Meredith. She’d tossed her bra to the side, and her breasts were high and round, with cherry nipples standing up hard and tight. I wondered what sort of noise she’d make if I sucked them as sweetly as Charlie was working my clit. The thought forced swirling heat all through me, fierce enough to spin the world a little bit.

  I didn’t say a word, but Charlie looked up at me. He licked his lips, then got to his feet. “Come to the bed.”

  Meredith had slipped out of her skirt and lay on those clean white sheets in nothing but a pair of tiny black panties. Her fingers idly stroked her clit through the satin. She reached for my hand.

  “Come here, Tesla.”

  I’d thought fucking the Murphy boys had prepared me for this. I’d figured the few times I’d gone to bed with girls would make this easy. I’d believed my crush on Meredith, the fact that her husband was sweet and handsome, and I was horny, meant I was ready.

  I was wrong.

  Oh, how I was wrong.

  I shook when Meredith took my hand and linked her fingers through mine. I shivered when Charlie slipped my blouse over my head and unhooked my bra, then covered my breasts with his hands from behind, the heat of him all along my back and his cock nudging my ass. I got up on the high bed next to her on my hands and knees. The sheets were smooth and clean and crisp under my palms and against my shins.

  “I want him to make you come with his mouth. I want to watch,” Meredith murmured.

  I looked at Charlie, his mouth still wet, his face flushed and eyes bright. His hair had finally become mussed. He’d loosened his tie and undone a few buttons at his throat, but was still fully dressed. He looked at his wife when she spoke, then used the back of his hand to wipe his mouth.

  “Do you want me to?” he asked me.

  It was Charlie who made it easy.

  In answer, I rolled onto my back and hooked my thumbs in my waistband to push my skirt down. My head rested just next to her bare, smooth thigh. I spread my legs, offering myself to him.

  Charlie smiled. Our eyes met. Something wordless but completely understood bridged the space between us, made the distance disappear. He crawled up on the bed and settled on his knees between my legs. He ran his hands up my legs, over my belly, no longer looking at my face but exploring every inch of me with his gaze.

  I shifted just enough to look up at Meredith, but she was watching her husband as he ran his mouth along my shin and knee and thigh. When he reached my pussy, her eyes fluttered closed just for a moment. Her hand moved up to cup her breast, to tweak the tight, red nipple. Her mouth opened and the tip of her tongue snuck out to touch the center of her top lip.

  At the heat of Charlie’s mouth on my clit it was hard to keep my eyes open, but I managed. I didn’t want to miss any of this, not a single second. Charlie had been kneeling, but now he eased his body down flat on the bed. He slid his hand beneath my ass, lifting me just a little.

  “Oh, baby, that’s so good.” Meredith’s eyes were open now. She watched him, not me. Her hand caressed his hair. “That’s right, baby, lick her clit. Make her come.”

  Charlie’s mouth was working magic, no doubt about that, but I wasn’t even close to coming. I had an instant of alarm—I could get to orgasm swiftly enough, but I’d been with lovers who thought women’s bodies were like machines. Push the button, get the prize. It would take me a little more than that.

  I got up on my elbows to watch Charlie eat my pussy. Meredith sank her fingers into Charlie’s hair. She pressed him closer, too close. Too hard. She shifted his head—not the way I liked it.

  I put my hand on hers.

  We all stopped.

  Delicate business, this dance of three. It takes more than choreography; it takes sensitivity. She’d said she wanted her husband to make me come. Maybe she thought she was helping. I tugged her hand up to my mouth and licked the pad of her forefinger, then took the tip inside my mouth and sucked enough to wet it. Then I used her finger to circle my nipple and get it hard.

  I wanted her to kiss me, but she didn’t. Her fingers pinched gently on my nipple, then she pulled away. She shifted onto the pillows without a word. The finger I’d licked slipped inside her panties, and her head tipped back with a sigh.

  Charlie hadn’t moved from between my legs, though he’d paused in his licking and sucking. “Meredith?”

  “Make her come,” she said in a dreamy voice.

  He looked up at me. I put my hand on his hair, not tugging or pushing the way she had. He surprised me when he rolled us both so that he was on his back and I straddled his face. My palms skidded on the soft sheets, but Charlie’s hands on my hips kept me steady. His seeking mouth found my clit.

  I laughed. This seemed to startle them both. Meredith looked at me. Charlie’s tongue paused in its delicious rhythm.

  “Tesla?” Meredith said.

  “Surprised me. Feels good, though, Charlie. Don’t stop.”

  “Feels good?” Meredith smiled. The bit of weirdness passed. She looked like her old self. Her fingers circled, circled inside her panties, and her thighs dropped open as her hips shifted. “Good.”

  I wanted to move between her legs, to sip and lap at her pretty pussy the way Charlie was so thoroughly pleasing mine—but in this position I couldn’t reach without shifting around. Also, though it seemed as if Meredith was into me—at least so far as she was getting off on watching her husband eat me out—I still wasn’t so sure she was really into girls. Besides, Charlie had found the pace and pressure that was hitting me just right, and it was hard to concentrate on anything more than how good it felt.

  I wasn’t going to fuck this up. I had a handsome man between my legs whose oral talents were pretty damn stellar. And though I’d have gladly extended the favor toward Meredith or even Charlie, had he taken off his clothes and made it possible, nobody was asking me to do anything but relax and enjoy it. What else was there to think about, really?

  As far as I was concerned, not a damn thing.

  When I rocked my clit against his tongue, Charlie let out another of those sexy, helpless-sounding sighs. Instead of laughing this time, I eased my breath out in a moan that Meredith echoed. She shifted, her knees falling wider apart as she worked at her pussy. Her back arched.

  I couldn’t help kissing her knee. Pleasure had filled me to overflowing. I was going to come soon. I wanted my mouth on something. My hands.

  Her skin was soft,