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Fucking loved it.
“I would love to come all over your face,” I told him. “Smear it over your glasses and your mouth. Shove my cum straight down your?—”
Sharp grazing his teeth over the base of my cock had the rest of the sentiment dying in my throat. I fisted his hair, turning the camera back toward Frankie, who’d started to sweat from the work he was putting in on the other side.
“Are you jealous?” I whispered down at Sharp.
The teeth thing was not going to go unpunished, a thought that catapaulted me toward the point of my own release.
He grunted and tried to get his lips around me again, but I pulled out and slapped my cock across his temple, the precum- and spit-soaked head poking him in the corner of the eye.
“I should stomp your balls into a fucking pancake.”
“Please,” Sharp begged.
The sound of skin against skin as Frankie fucked him paired with the gurgling whimpers from Travis on the phone was my new favorite kind of background noise. I knew two things for sure. One, Sharp was not jealous, he was just a brat. And two, I was going make him regret trying to test me.
“Are you getting antsy?” I asked, fisting the hair just above his forehead and yanking his head back. I knew it hurt him. That was what I wanted. Pulling him up pushed him back onto Frankie’s lap, changing the angle of his penetration and wringing a pathetically needy sound from the back of his throat.
He shook his head, but I knew better.
Alistair Sharp was a hitman, and it had been too long since he’d killed anyone.
His eyes sparked with anger and I stood up, spearing my cock back into his mouth.
“Take this,” I grunted, shoving the phone into his hand. “Hold it out so Travis can see all three of us. Can you see, Travis?”
Sharp glared up at me, spit trailing down his chin, and he stretched his arm out to the side. All three of us looked toward the screen, where the hot pink dildo was long gone. All we saw was Travis’s wide-eyed and slack-jawed face while he watched his boyfriend fuck mine.
CHAPTER SEVEN
FRANKIE
One of the things I loved the most about the games Travis and I played together was how turned on he got from the humiliation aspect that we sometimes worked into our scenes. We didn’t do this often. In fact, this made our normal day-to-day pale in comparison. Travis and I were mostly together, mostly content to be each other’s primary partner. He liked when I called him names during sex, and I liked calling him names. The humiliation walked a fine line beside praise, and both of us found it thrilling.
Beyond that, the openness of our relationship was pretty vanilla compared to the scene we were playing out in that moment. I would go on dates or hookups, he would do the same. It was easy and sexy and fun, and then sometimes he would watch and we would walk that humiliation and praise line with a little less care than normal. Travis got hard watching me fuck other people and I got hard when he got hard.
There had been other occasions, when I’d been out on dates and I’d called him during fucking or blow jobs—consensually among all parties, of course—but this was beyond anything we’d done before. This was us and another couple who had a list of kinks that ran far deeper than anything we’d ever tried. It was new and exciting, and the sharp arousal that came from the unexpected wrapped around us both like a song.
“I wish you were here,” I said to him, my nails digging deep crescents into Sharp’s exposed waist.
“I’m here,” he said through the phone.
It was the same, but it wasn’t.
Matty was fucking Sharp’s throat so aggressively, I didn’t even have to thrust. The slap of his hips against Sharp’s face moved his whole body back, forcing him to swallow my cock with his asshole.
“Watch your teeth,” Matty warned.
His fingers were still fisted in Sharp’s hair and he grunted, snapping forward as he came. Sharp sputtered and choked, all of his muscles convulsing and constricting, which was enough to rip my own orgasm right out of me. I yanked him down onto my lap, lifting up to get as deep as I could fit. Emptying into the condom, I bowed my head forward and sank my teeth into the side of his shoulder.
The three of us trembled, and Sharp whimpered, his hips bucking as he cried out a garbled and pathetic sound around Matty’s cock, still buried in his throat.
“He milked it right out of me,” I said to Travis, my bite turning into a nibble, then a lick. “Unreal.”
Sandwiched between me and Matty, Sharp continued to twitch and moan until Matty stepped away. Trails of spit connected Sharp’s mouth to Matty’s cock, and on the phone, Travis whimpered so loud, he drowned out Sharp’s noises. I took the phone from Sharp’s hand, and he collapsed onto the ground, his cheek landing beside Matty’s black boot. The sudden shift separated us and I grimaced before falling back onto my ass. The three of us sat in various stages of use, trying to catch our breath.
“Did you get off?” I asked Travis, shoving my sweaty hair away from my face.
