At that, Lanz shuts his eyes. And they stay shut. I see him tense his fists and release them.
"Only if you want to," she says. Quickly. Disappointed, almost. "You don't have to--"
"No," Lanz says. He exhales sharply. His jaw is so tense it's practically trembling. "No. I do. It's just..." He trails off. His voice gets smaller. Vulnerable. “If that’s whatyouwant, Gwenna?"
Gwenna nods.
"Okay."
Slowly, he eases himself to the ground, so he’s kneeling behind her, but somehow it’s not until he reaches for his belt that I understand what he’s about to do.
Oh, God.
I grit my teeth, helpless andsofucking hard, as I watch. His hands gripping her hips as she arches for him. Her eyelids fluttering as he slides inside her. And her mouth fastening around my cock as he begins to thrust.
“That’s it,” Lanz groans—to her or to me, I don’t even know. “You’re doing perfect, baby.”
I’m lost. I’m gone. I can hear sounds—slick, sliding noises, Lanz’s voice instructing, guiding—and I canfeelsounds, feel Gwenna hum with warm pleasure deep in her throat, but at the same time, I’m senseless. Like my ears are ringing at full volume, like all I can feel is that familiar pressure building at the base of my spine and the distant grip of my fingers on the plush of the couch…
“I’m gonna—” I choke. “I’m?—”
I can’t speak. I can’tsee. I’m obliterated.
“Good,” Lanz says. “Come for us, Cal.”
Fuck.
Too fast, too forceful and hard, I explode in Gwenna’s mouth.
My hips buck wildly, all control gone, thrusting up as I throb out pulse after pulse after tight, perfect pulse.
Then I crash back to earth. To what I’ve done.
Fuck.
“Are you okay?” I half-crawl, half-fall off the couch. White-hot shame floods my body, mixing with the aftershocks of my orgasm as I reach for her, search her face, hoping and desperate that I didn’t, I don’t know, hurt her.
Gwenna coughs lightly, and looks up at me, beautiful and vulnerable. “I think so. I think…”
She trails off, trails off into a long, shuddering moan, and—and Jesus Christ, she’scoming, she’s coming and moaning and clutching at my thighs with mycum still trickling out of her mouthas she?—
“Unh.” Lanz grunts from behind her and lets out that sound, that final, guttural growl I recognize as he slams into her one last time.
I feel weak.
“How’d she do?” Lanz asks, panting.
“How’d she…” I blink. “Oh. Good. Great. Perfect. You were?—”
Gwenna blushes furiously. I dart a glance from her to Lanz to her again, not sure who to look at or speak to or thank.
Not sure who is getting to me more.
“Lost for words,” Lanz teases. “Good sign.”
But his tone doesn't quite meet his eyes.
Gwenna's face flickers with something--pride, maybe? Satisfaction? Well, whatever it is, she earned it. I can barely pick my jellied self off the floor and onto the couch, but I offer her a hand as she gets up.
