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Tripp guided me to the couch, and we sat together, making it seem as though we were just there to have a friendly conversation.
“Did you know…” Tripp asked Hunter as he leaned back in a relaxed position. “My girl here used to have to close her eyes and picture someone watching you two fuck, just so she could get off?”
“You son of a—”
“Don’t finish that sentence,” Tripp warned. “Take your shirt off.”
“What?”
Tripp started to pull the elastic down on his shorts, exposing his already hard cock for Hunter. He stroked himself a few times while Hunter’s eyes kept track of Tripp’s every move.
“Take your shirt off,” Tripp said again, slower but with less patience.
Hunter looked up at me, and I nodded, letting him know we were serious. “Do it.”
Just when I thought he would finally run, he surprised me and reached behind his neck, pulling his shirt over his head.
Hunter wasn’t as big as Tripp, but he was an athlete with a body that used to make my mouth water. Even though I was on the edge of hating him, I could still acknowledge what his body did to me.
“You like that?” Tripp asked me, groaning a little as he continued to stroke himself.
“I’d like it more if he was doing to himself what you were doing.”
Hunter’s eyes widened again, but I could tell he was hard and too turned on not to see where we were going with our little game.
After thinking it through, he lowered the elastic on his shorts and started fisting himself. “Are you trying to make a fool of me?” he asked. “Because in case you forgot, I have nothing to lose.”
“Not a fool,” Tripp answered. “But you and I are giving Coconut her power back. Power that you took from her. All those times you two were fucking and she had to envision someone else watching her just to get off. You made her feel like something was wrong with her, when in reality, it was all you. So now she wants you to watch her, Hunter, and she’s being nice letting you fuck yourself in return.”
“Use me,” Hunter gritted out as he continued to fuck his hand. “If this is what helps you forgive me, then I’ll do whatever you want me to do.”
“This isn’t about forgiveness,” I laughed.
“Then what’s it about? Tripp at your mercy, me at his?”
“You don’t get to touch either one of us, it’s your job to watch.”
“I don’t have to touch either one of you to be at your mercy.”
“You’re gonna make me come,” Tripp hissed. “Keep talking like that and I won’t be able to stop myself.”
Hunter’s eyes were on Tripp, but Tripp’s were on me. Feeling emboldened by the boundaries being set, I started to unbutton my blouse, which was still wet from the rain. Tripp took his hand off himself and helped me, sliding the silky fabric off my shoulders.
“Stand up,” he whispered, then slid off the couch and onto his knees. When I did, he ran his hands up my tight skirt, looking into my eyes. “You remember when I bunched your skirt up and fucked you at the stadium?”
Biting my lip, I nodded, knowing he wasn’t reminding me as much as he was telling Hunter.
“How about when we were in the cabana? The server was watching.”
“Not the way I wished she had been. Not the way he’s watching now.” My head nodded toward Hunter, but I didn’t look up at him. Tripp had me in a trance, and I couldn’t look away from him if I tried.
Undoing my skirt, he let it slide down, and I stepped out of it, being left in my bra, panties, and heels. Hunter moaned a little from his chair, but he didn’t move, and I didn’t give his noise any attention.
That moment, between the three of us, was more than just being twisted and dirty; it was leaving no room for misinterpretation. My heart, body, and soul belonged to Tripp from the moment I met him. Hunter knew, but somehow, we left him thinking there was still a chance.
“Maybe,” Tripp teased as he kissed the apex of my thighs, “Maybe Hunter was watching that day. He said he was working out at the university, but maybe he was watching us in the cabana.”
Hunter grunted, wanting to deny what Tripp was saying but choosing to stay silent.
