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Randy groaned, but he dragged her down until her pussy hovered over his mouth. He spread her legs wide until her knee draped over the back of the couch, and her other leg dangled down to the floor.
“Perfect.”
He could see everything.
Tristan fisted around the base of his cock. He was so fucked. How was he going to watch and not jack off?
He let his cock go, and it slapped up against his belly. He scrubbed his palms down his thighs, then wrapped his fingers around his steering wheel. He needed to cool off.
“I have to drive home. Sparky, your assignment, if you choose to accept it, is to give Juliet as many orgasms as you can during my drive.”
“Oh, God.” Juliet’s voice was thready.
“Are those my only instructions?” Randy’s voice was muffled by the close proximity of her pussy.
Damn, Tris wished he could switch places with his buddy right now. Tristan’s mouth watered at the memory of her flooding his tongue, of her kneeling and staring up at him as she took him into her mouth.
Tristan stared at the roof of his car and took a slow, deep breath. “I don’t want quiet orgasms. I want her thighs shaking and my car rattling with her screams.”
“Oh, fuck.” Juliet turned to face the lens. “I’m going to get you back for this.”
“You’re going to enjoy it thoroughly. And when you get home, it’ll be me doing an instant replay of every fucking move.” He shoved his car into reverse and shot out of the spot and down the winding parking structure.
He glanced at his phone as she keened out Randy’s name. The slick sounds of her body and Randy’s tongue and fingers drove him mad. Tristan took every turn too hard, or too fast.
Each time she broke, he felt it in his chest. Her throat was hoarse with cries of Randy’s name, his name, God, and the holy trinity.
Randy was a fucking demon. Every time Tristan glanced down at the screen he saw a writhing Juliet rolling her hips against his mouth. His best friend’s fingers peeling her wide open to get to every last inch of her.
Tris had never hated and loved his car so much right then. The audio was of the highest quality, thanks to his high end stereo system. It had been amazing to listen to live tracks, and albums, but this? The in-stereo clarity of her moans…
Yeah, he was going to go mad before he got to his loft.
He punched it to ninety on the highway and flew down the exits to the Hollywood Hills.
“I’ve lost count, Jules. What are we on?” Tris asked.
“Fuck you,” she said and bowed up off of Randy. She tried to pull her legs together, but Rand clamped a hand on each of her inner thighs and held her open.
Randy sounded like a drowning man.
If only Tristan could be so lucky.
He slammed his head against the headrest as he waited out a light. His gaze drifted to the screen and the aggressive way Randy took hold of her. So easy and gentle until he simply wasn’t.
Juliet switched both of them to their flip sides. Randy became the starving, growling wolf, and Tristan could think about nothing but giving.
He was terrified he was going to give too much.
This couldn’t be forever.
He was already the extra wheel in this relationship. Juliet deserved a good guy like Randy. One who would always place her first.
Not a selfish bastard like him who only thought of his career, his restaurant, his easy life.
This was an aberration.
He couldn’t sustain something so complicated. He didn’t want to.
