Page 21 of Spin the Damn Bottle

"Hell fucking yes. Damn, that's a hot body you have there, cupcake. Can I sit?"

He's asking me and not Jason. To be honest, I hate being given the choice. Iwanthim to sit and watch, but saying it is too fucking mortifying. Besides, I don't know what he'll do. I don't want him to touch me. At least, I don't think I do.

I look at Jason.

"You can sit, Cain. Hands off, though. You know the rule."

I don't know the rule. Nothing about what's happening here is even remotely familiar or normal to me, but I know my insides tighten in anticipation. I like this. More than I care to admit, more than I can even understand.

I want this.

"Ready?"

Am I ever.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Jace's entrance is excruciatingly slow and he reaches deep. I'm dying for more. My hips lift to meet his, and he raises up in the air, holding my sides high and firm.

I exhale as he withdraws and inches forward again, until our skin meets, his pace leisurely. At first, I'm staring at his cock moving in and out of me, but I catch a glimpse of Cain at the corner of my eyes, and I look at him instead.

Oh, god. Jason was already so deep, but all of a sudden, my inner folds awaken.

This feels different from when David looked at us earlier today through the rearview mirror. David is a stranger. This is Cain Warren, the guy who hates romance stories and loves to send me selfies with Jason in the background just to drive me insane.

It's insanely hotter, but also flustering. I didn't even stop to think about what the driver thought of what I looked like in the car, but I wonder if I turn Cain on. If he likes small tits like mine.

Jason's moving a little faster, but considerably deeper, the head of his cock hammering my walls over and over again. I'm breathing so hard.

"Nadia would very much like to see you rub your cock as I fuck her, Cain. Isn't that right, doll? You want my best friend to fuck himself watching you."

My eyes fly back to Jace just as he pulls out, his cum-coated cock hovering over me.

"Don't stop,”I protest.

"Then answer me." His hand reaches out to my face, thumb running along my lip. "Isn't that right, Nadia? You want to watch Cain jack off to you, don't you?"

Frustrated he's no longer content with my silent lack of refusal,I nod. Thankfully, he decides that's sufficient. Jason moves both of my legs over one of his shoulders and slams back home. It's harder and faster now, and I throw my head back, taking it all.

By the time I look over again, Cain's opened his pants and pulled his cock out. It's so different from Jason's. Straight and longer, though perhaps a little thinner. Both of those boys were infinitely blessed with their assets.

"Don't look at me like that, cupcake," Cain says, rhythmically moving his hand up and down his shaft. "I can't fuck you."

I'm not asking him to fuck me. Right? I just like being watched. It's a thing. There's even a word for it. Voyeurism. Or in my case, exhibitionism. I'm the exhibitionist and he, the voyeur. That doesn't mean I want…that.

My core tightens.

Oh, I want it. I want him to put his cock inside me and screw me just like Jason. If I close my eyes, I can see it.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

"Why?" I find myself asking.

Jason laughs. His next thrust comes hard, hitting so deep and fast it almost hurts. Oh, fuck. He winces and leans forward, grunting as his rhythm changes to slow, rough strokes that threaten to split me in two.

"Greedy girl. Answer her, Warren,” Jace hisses. "I'm a little busy."

As his best friend screws my brains out, and while Cain wanks himself, he tells me, "Jason and I go way back, cupcake. And we want to keep that relationship. That means avoiding complications. Me fucking his woman? Complicated. Now, when I have someone myself, we can all play together.” He bites his lip as his fist moves faster. “Would you like that, cupcake? Me fucking you while Jason screws my wife?”