Page 7 of Evan's Envy (Sinful 2)

Seeming to consider this, she eyed him up and down. He let her. He liked it. She was giving him all her attention instead of giving it to Ben. That stoked his ego.

A muted ding! sounded down the hall and Glenda’s head jerked in that direction. Evan leaned to poke his head around the doorjamb and saw Jessica and Nina step off the elevator.

“I bet that’s your party coming now.” She grinned and looked at his cock again, grunting with approval. “Another day. I’ll tell Benji you’re coming for dinner. Six.” She turned on her heel, walking swiftly back to Ben’s apartment.

Evan welcomed Jessica and Nina with open arms and a hard dick. They were delighted and the episode in the living room was loud, proud, and satisfying. Jessica had been in her dirty-talk mood and Evan had encouraged it, hoping that Benjamin would hear it and become jealous. What man wouldn’t want two women begging for his cock?

; The women left and Evan set about trying to straighten up the living room before he took a shower.

Dinner would be so much fun. He could barely remain in his own apartment until six. He definitely didn’t want to seem too eager or too pleased with himself, but he fully intended to rub it in by sharing stories with them—especially Glenda—as she had done at the restaurant. His curiosity was piqued and he had to know just how far he could get with her and how far Ben would allow him to go with her.

Chapter 6

(Glenda)

It had taken a few days to get Benji to agree to invite Evan over for dinner, but Glenda was glad she had kept after him to do it. She liked Evan. She liked him a lot, actually. The love she had for Benji was strong, steady, and nearly unconditional, but she lusted for Evan. And secretly, so did Benji. Although his lust for Evan was different; it wasn’t sexual.

Benji lusted for Evan’s attention. That Evan was so envious of everything Benji had made it that much more necessary. Evan’s jealousy stoked Benji’s ego.

It’s not like she and Benji hadn’t had threesomes before. They’d done it several times. They’d even participated in orgies. But Glenda wondered if it would be a problem this time because of the men’s friendship.

And the fact that Evan didn’t know they were wanting him to join them for a threesome might hamper the situation a bit; make it awkward at the very least. In the beginning, anyway.

Seeing Evan naked at his door earlier had taken Glenda by surprise. She never expected Evan to be so…so…bold. His body had been hard in all the right places, too.

Glenda nibbled at the side of her thumb as she recalled the image of him. Benji had gone to shower and start dinner, leaving Glenda to her own thoughts in the living room. She couldn’t wait to get Evan naked and have him inside her—hopefully later the same day. The two women who’d entered the apartment might wear him out, but somehow, Glenda doubted he’d have too much trouble getting it up again later.

Grinning, she walked to the kitchen and made sure the oven was turned on and that the roast had been prepped properly—sometimes Benji was careless with cooking so she always double-checked behind him.

As she bent to retrieve a set of serving bowls from under the sink, Benji smacked her ass and she squealed.

“Well, bend over and stick that in my face again; next time I might stick something in that for you.” Benji pulled her to him. He only had a towel wrapped around his waist.

“Ooh! Such a tease, Benji.” She hooked the top of the towel with her finger and backed up, letting it fall to the floor between them.

Glenda chuckled as Benji rushed her, pressing her back against the counter. He wasn’t hard, but he was getting there.

“You’re going to ruin my dress with your steamy self all over it, Benji.” She playfully slapped at his arm, giggling. She didn’t really mind about the dress; she wasn’t planning on wearing it all evening anyway.

“Fine. I can fix that.” Benji pulled the hem of the dress up and over her head in one fluid motion. “There. I didn’t even wrinkle it.” He laid it across the back of the nearest kitchen chair and turned back to Glenda.

Her nipples hardened almost immediately. The window blinds were pulled high and anyone nosy enough would be able to see into the kitchen. She and Benji were both exhibitionists at heart, but it turned her on the most to think that others could see their foreplay and lovemaking. Being on the third floor would make it difficult for passersby on the ground to see in, but the neighboring buildings had a clear view. It was mostly office space and there were only a few people on each floor, but it was the possibility that stoked Glenda and Benji’s fires.

Sometimes Benji had trouble getting hard more than a couple times a day and Glenda didn’t want to leave him out of the fun later with Evan, so she grabbed his erection and squeezed hard enough to get his full attention.

Lifting his head quickly from her tit where he’d been nibbling, he looked at her with wide eyes. “You’ve got my attention, babe. What is it?”

“Well, I was just thinking that maybe we should save this,” she squeezed again and was rewarded with a moan, “for later. You know, when Evan’s over here.”

The crestfallen look on his face bothered her, but not nearly as much as not having him participate later would bother her—and him. Watching her with someone else, man or woman, excited him, but only when he knew he was going to get in on the action. There had been a couple times when he had been unable to perform and he’d been a miserable cod for days afterward.

He pressed his hips forward, shoving her hand to the root of his shaft and pushing the head into her tuft of pubic hair. “You really don’t want to give me some relief? You really don’t want to have this all to yourself?” He wiggled his hips.

“You know I do, Benji. I just want our first time with Evan to be…memorable.” She released her grip and smiled.

“Memorable? You think it would be less memorable if we had sex alone and then had a threesome later with him? I could spread you out on the table by the window…” He glanced in the direction of the dining table.