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They’re kissing like they have something to prove to me. Or like they’re putting on a show.
Whatever it is has got me hard to the point of pain.
I reach down and palm my dick through my pants, hoping that will give me some relief. All it does is make me want to start stroking, so I do.
This is so weird. So Wrong.
I’m watching my best friend and my ex-girlfriend tearing each other’s clothes off, touching each other, grinding on each other. And I’m enjoying it.
Somehow, they’ve gotten each other’s pants aroundtheir ankles. Laney lowers herself onto Nate, and her head dips back.
I watch her mouth drop open.
I’m not ready to come, but fucking hell, it’s difficult not to.
Laney’s pleasure has always been paramount to me. In every intimate interaction we had, I wanted to make her come. From the first night we met.
She’d never been with a man who valued her pleasure over their own.
“What do you want?” I had asked her, planting kisses all over her body.
Laney had stammered through her words. “I d-don’t know.”
I remember dragging my teeth down her ear, snatching her ear lobe in my mouth and sucking. “What do you like?”
“I’m not sure.”
“Laney…” Her name was still new to me. Still so strange and delicious.
I hadn’t even known her last name yet. She was a mononym, beautiful Laney, like a mint melting on my tongue. Refreshing, sweet, delicious. Wish it could last forever. “How can I make you come?”
Again, she told me she didn’t know. No one had ever put her pleasure first.
I made sure she came at least three times that night. On my mouth, on my fingers, on my cock.
From then on, we were linked in a deep and passionate way.
I have craved to do that again. I always thought I’d feel violence for another man touching her.
But not Nate.
Watching the way his hands worship her curves and her body…it does things for me.
I want to encourage him, want to tell him to go further and let him know her erogenous zones, what to whisper in her ear to make her go feral.
Whatever he’s doing seems to be working magic, though.
Laney is languishing on his cock, bouncing on top of him, running her hands up her body and through her hair, twirling locks through her fingers, and stretching her beautiful body upward. She’s putting on a show.
Not just for him.
For me too.
I work my cock faster with my hand, grabbing onto the doorframe with my free one to brace. Keep me grounded.
Nate presses his face into her chest as she fucks him, climbing higher and higher.
Her moans rattle the glass and reach out, twisting my insides with pleasure.
