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“I wasn’t done,” I said, finally able to speak more than a single syllable. I sat sprawled out at the foot of the bed, my cock still very much hard, its length coated in slick from Giselle. Who gave a shit about modesty when he was saying he was going to take care of her?
What did that even mean? What was he going to do?
Damian grabbed the back of Giselle’s neck after that, pulling her to the edge of the bed. He flipped her around so that her legs were open around him, and he moved his hand to rest on the front of her neck. He held onto her so tightly I heard her gasp.
But she also didn’t stop him, which meant… she liked that?
Damian’s face neared hers as he whispered, “Let’s show Zander how fast I can make you come.” Unless I was mistaken, I heard a bit of a challenge in his voice, as if he thought he was the king here or something.
He pulled her close using the hand around her neck, slamming his lips upon hers for only a second before pushing her top half down so she lay on the bed, her legs draped off the side. Damian sank to his knees and wrapped his arms around her outer thighs, pulling her ass to the edge of the bed. He licked his lips, and then he got to work.
And by got to work, I meant he started giving Giselle head.
Giselle lay in front of me, so I could do nothing but watch as she writhed for Damian. Her chest heaved, the breaths escaping her soft and fluttery, a moan every now and then. Her hips started to grind against his face as he ate her out.
I was pretty sure I saw him dip lower, moving away from her clit to her pussy—which meant the man had to taste my cum. I thought about snippily asking how I tasted, but something about the scene before me held me back. I couldn’t say what it was.
Watching Damian devour her, watching Giselle’s body react, how her already flushed skin grew even pinker with the onslaught of attention… hearing her moan even though the moans weren’t for me…
My cock twitched. Shit. Was I into this?
No, no. I couldn’t be. I went crazy the night she went into the Playground to have sex with a stranger. I didn’t like the thought of her with anyone. I was the definition of possessive even before I realized I was in love with her. There was no way I was into this.
…Right?
No. Hell no. I wouldn’t let Damian twist me into digging being a voyeur or whatever. I couldn’t. I wouldn’t.
Even as I told that to myself, though, my cock did not lose an ounce of its hardness, and it ached with the need to be inside of her again. My hands flexed on the sheets, wanting to touch her, to feel that soft skin on mine again.
Goddamn it. Goddamn it all to hell. I was into it. I could only hope I wouldn’t regret it in the morning.
Even though I tried desperately not to, it was like my body had a mind of its own. My right hand found my dick, and my fingers curled around the shaft before slowly moving up and down my length. Yeah, I guess I was jerking off while watching Damian eat Giselle out. It wasn’t on my bucket list of things to do, ever, but here I was anyway.
My cock was sticky from being inside of her, but I didn’t let that stop me. I pumped my hand along my length as I watched Damian do his thing between her legs. Giselle arched her back and her hips ground against his face, and just like that, I could tell she was close. My breathing caught when Giselle’s body trembled, and I watched her come for another man.
Another man I didn’t even like, go figure. A man I didn’t really respect, other than the fact that he’d kept her safe. We weren’t, like, besties having a threesome or anything. I found him annoying.
And yet watching Giselle with him was hot.
Giselle cried out when she came, her fingers tensing as she tried to grasp the sheet below her. As her seductive moan filled the air, Damian took his time in pulling his mouth off her. I was so lost in what I was doing that I didn’t even realize his eyes had flicked to me—and my cock, and the fact that I was jerking myself off.
“Ah,” he mused, smirking from between her legs. “See? It wasn’t so bad, was it? It couldn’t be, if you’re raring to go for more.” Damian stood and leaned over Giselle’s body, grinding his midsection against her bare pussy and making her moan again. I didn’t need to be a psychic to know he was rock-hard. “What do you say, baby girl? Should I go make some dessert for us, or should we keep this party going?” As he spoke, he brought his hands to her tits and pinched her nipples.
Fuck it. I knew what I wanted to do, but I said not a word as I waited to hear Giselle say it. Course, I had the feeling I already knew what she’d say.
“I could be dessert,” she whispered, breathless.
Damian winked at her. “That’s what I figured you’d say.” He took a step back from her, seemingly unabashed by the hardness pressing against his pants. “Time for round two, Zander.” Though he spoke to me, he did not take his eyes off Giselle.
I couldn’t blame him. I mean, she was drop-dead gorgeous, her chest heaving, her body bare and slick with sweat. And that heated space between her legs… the most tempting thing of all. I would not, could not turn her down.
So I grabbed her, moved her so that her legs were now spread around my midsection, and then I started our second round. This round went a lot like the first, only now we had Damian to our right, leaning against the dresser, watching with a smirk on his face. I didn’t pay much attention to Damian as I fucked her, and all I could hear was breathing; the man wasn’t moving to take off his clothes or even pull out his cock to stroke it. The only thing he did was stand there and watch.
The guy must have a thing for watching—although I couldn’t judge, not after how turned I’d gotten.
I did the fucking, Damian did the watching, and Giselle was the fuck-ee. Together, we distracted ourselves from tomorrow’s events, filled the room with sweat and sex and moans of ungodly pleasure.
It was a long night, okay? A very, very long night. By the time we were finished, by the time my cock was spent and couldn’t go anymore, I think we passed out. Me and Giselle, at least, because when I cracked open my eyes in the hours of the early morning the next day, I didn’t see Damian. The only other person in the room was curled up against my side, still sleeping soundly.
