Page 27 of Dare to be Different

“He won’t touch Remy,” Cara whispers against my neck. “But watch them and feel me.” She’s slinking down to her knees in front of me, my hips lifting to assist her with my pants. My dick bounces free, slapping against my t-shirt, but my eyes are still on Remy and the way his eyes flutter closed whenever one of them kisses that tender spot below his ear.

When Cara’s tongue licks the slit of my tip, I groan. And Remy’s eyes snap to mine again. His dick is out and being played with by two girls while Cody goes down on one of them, and when he licks his lips and blinks at me, Cara gets a salty taste of excitement.

There’s something different about the vibe tonight. It’s sexy. There is sex going on everywhere I look, but Remy becomes my focal point, and with my tunneled vision comes a whole new sensation. Greed. Remy is my partner in crime, and there’s a hostile little part of me that wants him next to me instead of across the room from me.

Cara looks up at me with a sinister grin, like she knows something I don’t. Like she’s up to something.

“What?” I groan, her hands twisting along the length of me, base to tip in a sensual corkscrew motion. “What’re you grinning about?”

“I want you both,” she says.

“Get in line. Everyone wants Remy tonight.” Atta boy. Even though it’s coiling something tense in my gut that feels good but dark, too. “You’ve got some competition for his attention.”

“Lucky for me, I have something he wants,” she says, squeezing my thigh before turning to face him. “Come here, Rem.” She pats the couch next to me—a position the three of us have been in before.

Remy looks at her, but he looks to me right after. I grin at him, and he gently removes himself from the bottom of the pile, holding his pants up as he comes over to us. His bottom lip is slick with spit, and his blue eyes are brighter than usual. I’m tracking his every move, forgetting to hide my admiration, and when he catches me, he grins as he looks away. But it doesn’t stop him from sinking down next to me, so close that the couch dips and we fall into each other.

Cara’s hand slides up his leg, hooking into the waistband of his jeans. He lifts up, jostling me, and I get a nice view of his hard dick being freed from the confines of his boxers. He takes his shirt off, tossing it at me as a clue to take mine off. And fuck me, he helps. He pulls it over my head, and I toss it to the floor by Cara’s knees.

“Mmm,” Cara hums in admiration. “The two of you together like this… perfection. We’re gonna have some fun.”

She doesn’t hesitate. I watch her swallow Remy down until she gags, and then I listen to Remy’s breathing increase and a groan hitch in his throat. When his abs contract, showing me the prominent lines of his six-pack and the V they feed into, my dick gives a needy pulse. She makes a show of sucking him off and licking the bead of precum from his tip, and then she challenges me.

Bring it on, woman.

I pull her face to mine, greedily taking a taste of Remy straight from her tongue. Salty and warm, my taste buds go haywire and my hand reaches for my dick, squeezing it to ward off an unwanted orgasm.

In my peripheral, I watch Remy jerk himself off while breathing hard next to me. Did that turn him on? But then Cara gives him the same challenge; she licks me from base to tip, laps up the mess leaking from my slit, and looks at Remy.

I’m about to tell her to stop, that he’s not into that, when Remy grabs the back of her neck and pulls her right onto his lap, their mouths clashing together in a desperate mess. When he moans into her mouth, I sink into the energy that just shifted.

This is the part about my sexuality that makes so much sense to me. I’m turned on by this game, the willingness of Remy, and the blurred lines that are bound to hurt tomorrow but don’t even matter at this moment. Remy is turning me on because he’s sexy, down with whatever, and willing to be pushed. Cara is turning me on because she’s playing an angle that’s pushing the two of us together. Cody and the two chicks with him are turning me on because their moans aren’t fake and their pleasure is real. It has nothing to do with dicks and vaginas, bodies and parts. It’s. All. About. The vibe.

Oh yeah, the rest of this night is going to be fun. As long as Remy stays at my side.

Chapter 12

Something unexpected is happening in my stomach, or my chest, or my mind, or some part of me that makes no sense, as Cody teases Zahn this morning. We fucked around for hours last night, and then Zahn passed out on one end of the couch and I passed out on the other.

But now Cody is teasing him into waking up, and something isn’t quite right about it. To me. Not to anyone else. My eyes are focused on the way Cody’s hands tease Zahn’s dick through the material of the borrowed sweatpants, and when it hardens, I get… envious?

“Get up,” Cody says to Zahn, still rubbing him.

“It is up,” Zahn says in a groggy voice.

Hostility sweeps through me. An instinct that I have no right to feel wants me to throttle this guy for touching what is… not mine. Maybe I just don’t like that he’s touching Zahn while he’s sleeping. But again, I have no right to that thought because Zahn is clearly on board with it. A conflicting part of me thinks it’s kind of hot to watch Zahn’s cock go from flaccid to hard in the span of a minute. To see what turns him on and how he reacts to a touch. But then a third, weirdly possessive part of me wants to cover Zahn’s lap, protect him while he doesn’t want to be protected, and get rid of this weird… twang in my chest.

What the fuck is that? A twang?

Zahn groans, covering his eyes while refusing to wake up. That makes me happier than it should because it somehow means Cody isn’t rousing enough, but then he groans and says, “Fine. You can wake me up like this any time.” He laughs, sounding groggy and hot and bothered together.

I look away. To find Cara sipping coffee and staring at me with a knowing look on her face. I look away again. To find Cody watching me with an apologetic look.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Cody gives me a smile, removes his hand, and smacks Zahn’s face instead. “Wake up. We’re going out.”

Do I have a new Zahn kink? Jesus.

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