Page 95 of His Turn

She opens her lids to half-mast, like this request at this moment is unreasonable, and stares at me. But her hands and her body are both busy with Jordan. She’s threading her fingers through his hair and her leg is rubbing against his and—

“Lie back, Nadia,” Jordan says, holding her by the shoulders so he can position her in front of the desk.

“Yes, sir,” she says, still in that breathy voice.

Good fucking God. Can’t he see she’s fucking with him right now?

“Bric,” Jordan says as he pushes her backwards, making her bend at the waist until her back is flat on the desk and her face is right in front of me. “You take care of that end.”

Jordan reaches for the waistband of her leggings, pulls them down her body, and throws them off to the side. Two seconds later he’s got her spread open with his face buried in her pussy.

I look down at Nadia. Her eyes are closed.

“What are you waiting for?” Jordan asks. I don’t answer him. He doesn’t really want one anyway, because he’s too busy licking her clit.

My eyes shift down to Nadia again. She’s biting her lip. Her face is all screwed up, like she’s about to come on Jordan’s face.

Fuck it. Just fuck it.

I place both my hands on her cheeks, which startles her eyes open—finally—and lean down to kiss her. I expect a little resistance, since she is deliberately trying to piss me off tonight. For what, I’m still not sure. But she doesn’t resist. She opens her mouth and begins to twirl her tongue against mine. Her lips are soft and plump. So her kiss is soft too. But she’s hungry for it. For my kiss. Or maybe my kiss is just a way to keep her mouth busy as Jordan eats her out.

Who knows. Who cares.

I lift her tank top up and shove her bra down, exposing her tits. Making them bunch up towards my face. Jordan is unbuckling his belt. Unzipping his pants. I watch as he takes out his cock and begins to stroke himself.

He looks at me and grins. I grin back, just to make him look away and go back to Nadia. But there’s an ache in my chest.

He’s no Quin.

Quin would know something was wrong. Quin would stop and make sure things are on track. Quin would—

“Would you fucking participate already?” Jordan says. “Come on, man. I really want this tonight.”

I get back into the game and stand up, unbuckling my belt. Take out my cock. And then I say, “Nadia, open your mouth.”

Her grin is something altogether different than Jordan’s.

Her grin stabs at me like a dull knife to the chest. Her grin says she thinks she’s winning this game. I’m the only one going to lose this round.

Well, fuck that. I won’t lose. I can’t lose. Not again. If someone needs to get hurt this time around, it’s not going to be me.

So instead of shoving my cock down her throat I reach across her body and grab Jordan’s hair. I pull him up from between her legs, look Nadia right in the eyes, and kiss him.

He kisses me back immediately, pulling my hair just as hard as I’m pulling his. I catch a glimpse of Nadia’s hand reaching between her legs to play with herself. But then I let it all go and just… enjoy the moment. Because her other hand is reaching behind her head for my cock. She grips it in her hand, squeezing and pumping.

Jordan tastes like Nadia’s pussy and I like it. So I keep kissing him. He takes one hand off my head and reaches for Nadia, twisting her nipple until she squeals.

We break apart from the kiss, staring at each other. He smiles.

And this time I smile back and mean it.

As I‘m thinking that though, Jordan opens Nadia’s legs again, pushing her knees up. I grab her ankles and hold her wide open. An offering. To seal the deal. “Take her,” I say, my voice low and throaty from the heat in this room.

Jordan shakes his head. “We’ll both take her. But I’m happy to go first.”

Longing courses through my body as I watch his thick head disappear inside Nadia’s wet pussy. He grabs her hips, holds them tight, and begins to pump himself deep inside her.

Nadia moans, sits up a little so she can watch him fuck her. I push her all the way up and then jump on the desk, my cock in my hand, pumping to the rhythm of Jordan’s thrusts. Her mouth is ready for me. She opens wide as I come at her. Sucking me in, her tongue pressing flat on my shaft as I grab her head and make her take me deep.