Eli chuckled and then gasped when Travis pushed his hands down the opening of Eli’s jeans to take them off. “Guess we found her new favorite show,” he said, biting his bottom lip as Trav slid his hands lower over Eli’s thighs, pushing his jeans down to his knees.
“Get on your knees.” I commanded, unsure of where I got the guts to tell Travis to do anything, let alone to get on his knees in front of his best friend. My heart was racing, and it felt like I would pass out as I fell into the armchair by the window, the one with a perfect view of the show they were putting on for me. I didn’t even try to hide it as I leaned back and spread my legs. “Now.”
I watched with rapture as Trav slowly went down onto his knees, staring at me the whole time. I knew he’d make me payfor it later, and I’d take his punishment with a smile on my face, because my fingers slid down the front of my panties and circled my clit as he resumed stripping Eli for me.
His hands grazed Eli’s legs, and I had no idea how Eli stayed on his feet as Trav tossed his jeans to the side, leaving him in his tight black boxer briefs, erection growing down the leg, testing the stretchiness of the fabric a mere foot from Trav’s face.
I palmed my breast, playing with my nipple as they both turned to look at me, waiting for their next instruction.
Now or never.
Do or die.
I pushed my panties down and kicked them off into the pile before hooking my knees over the arms of the chair to show them my naked body before pushing two fingers straight into my needy cunt.
“Take his boxers off.”
She madeindecent whimpers as she fingered herself, the wet noise and her soft pants were nearly enough to make me come as Frankie stared at us. I tore my eyes away from her fingers disappearing in and out of my favorite hole, and turned back to Travis.
On his knees.
For me.
For her.
Fuck, don’t come, Elliot.
He had hardly touched me really, but it was the power of knowing he was doing it willingly, intentionally, that made my knees want to buckle under it all. Paired with the power of knowing how hot it made our girl, I was a mess.
“Color.” I grunted out as Trav raised his hands to my waist, seconds before he touched me, and he froze.
“Green.” He said effortlessly with that power I envied before we started dating Frankie, and now I craved it. “You?”
“Green.” I panted. “So, fucking green.”
He smirked with that controlling humor as he slid his fingers in under the waistband of my briefs and slowly—so fucking slowly—started pulling them down.
Was he torturing me or Frankie by going so slow? I couldn’t tell.
But I was nearly convulsing as his fingers slid down my groin, on each side of my dick as he pulled them down.
His eyes left mine, and he stared at my body as he stripped me, and when my dick finally sprung free, growing harder by the millisecond now that it was free and aimed up toward my best friend, I nearly came.
“Frankie!” I cried out, and within a second, she was there, sinking to her knees in Trav’s lap, her naked body pressed against his fully clothed one as she kneeled at my feet. “Please.”
“I’ve got you, Sunshine,” she purred and ran the flat of her tongue up the underside of my cock as Trav wrapped his arms around her lush body, crushing her to him and biting her shoulder like he had been seconds away from losing control like I had been.
I didn’t expect Trav to suck my cock. But if he had touched it. At all. Even breathed on it. I would have done something stupid.
Like begged him to lick it or something.
Anything.
“Fuck yes,” I growled, fisting Frankie’s hair as she started sucking me down her throat. “Just like that.”
Trav looked up from her shoulder, breathing through his nose as he watched, up close, as she sucked on me and I tipped my head back to stare at the ceiling.
If I came while looking into his eyes from this point of view, I’d never recover.
