Page 78 of Beautifully Wounded

I drag my gaze from the man at her head feeding his dick into her mouth, back to JD who is… oh… his fingers are inside her, and she’s thrusting up to meet his touch.

A gasp lodges in my throat as my eyes find their way past JD and the girl, to see Ringo, his gaze trained on the window as if he can see me.

Can he see me?

I don’t know if he can, and I don’t know if I care because… Oh… My… In his hand is his dick. No, not a dick. Absolutely nothing less than a cock.

More heat pools between my legs as I nearly press myself to the glass, desperate to get a closer look.

He should be watching the pornographic scene before him, yet his eyes are cast my way as his hand slowly moves up and down his shaft.

Oh wow. It’s sobig.

I lick my lips, almost drooling from the sight before me, and I find I’m desperate to go outside, like Ringo suggested.

Should I?

No. That would be wrong… wouldn’t it?

You’re an adult Abbey. You can make your own decisions.

Shit. Can I though?

I’ve never been able to before, so just the thought of having this option makes me want to do it.

In fact, doing anything my parents would oppose makes me want to rebel.

My feet are moving before I can second guess myself, and I open the door, determined to just do something, anything that is a decision I’ve come to on my own.

The music is so much louder out here, and the men and women are either moaning, laughing, or talking amongst themselves as I slowly approach.

Reaching the back of the pack, I casually walk around the group to stand in the gap I could see through from the window, and the moment I do, Ringo’s eyes are on me.

My breath quickens as I take in his subtle smirk, almost like he knew I wouldn’t be able to resist, and when his eyes drop from my face to his lap, mine follow.

Squeezing my thighs tight, the ache gets almost unbearable as I watch, easily able to see his large hand, fingers curled around his length, squeezing as he slowly pumps his length.

My lips part and I release a breath, my feet shuffling as need shoots to the apex between my thighs. I lick my lips, then bite down as I watch, but then a naked female arse moves in front of Ringo, blocking my view.

Um… excuse me.

I want to say the words out loud, but keep them in, momentarily disappointed as I watch Wendy touching herself, trying to gain his attention.

The momentRingo’s large hands grip either side of her hips, I stiffen.

A feeling, much like dread, settles in my gut at the sight, and heat pricks the back of my eyes.

Wait. What is wrong with me?

What is this feeling?

Jealousy.

Do I want to be the one he’s touching?

That’s wrong, right? Because I’m only eighteen and he’s in his thirties.

It probably is wrong, but I can’t deny that what I’m feeling is jealousy.

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