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Tristan looked up, his dark eyes blazing as our gazes caught. He gripped his dick, jacking himself and bent down again to murmur something to Zali. Sparks ignited as she turned her glazed eyes up to me. Mouth open, her nipples pink and hard from the guys’ attention, she watched me as I touched myself, licking her lips as if she wanted more.
Tristan was saying something to her, his words a low murmur that shot straight to my balls. Jesus fucking Christ, I was going to come.
I squeezed the tip, pinching hard to take the edge off. I was desperate, my skin crawling with desire. I needed to see how this happened. I needed to watch.
“Tris,” Ezra moaned, the desperation clear in his voice. “Need you.” He wrapped an arm around Tristan’s leg and tugged him until he was on his knees and Tristan’s cock was teasing his lips. Ezra didn’t hesitate, gulping him down to the back of his throat. The effect was immediate. While Tristan tensed, his entire body going rigid as he sucked in a breath and ran his fingers through Ezra’s hair, Ezra melted into a puddle. It was almost as if he’d had the weight of the world taken off his shoulders. And maybe he had. Maybe getting fucked into oblivion was what he needed to forget about this shitty night. Or not so shitty where they were concerned.
I was the only one who wasn’t part of their clique.
But I couldn’t help imagining myself smack dab in the middle. Where would I want to be? Under Zali? Abso-fucking-lutely. But sucking cock? That would be a no, so would licking arse unless it was Zali’s. On my knees, my cockhead getting intimate with Zali’s tonsils and tight throat muscles? Hell, yeah.
I closed my hand around my achingly hard cock again and slid it down, smearing more precum down my length. Fuck me, I was going to drain my balls before I’d even come, with the way I was leaking.
Flynn shifted, and Zali seemed to brace herself. I wanted to watch Flynn slide his fingers in and out of Zali. But it was Ezra who scrambled for purchase on the deck, crying out as his back arched. My breath rushed out of my lungs, my hole clenching. What would it be like?
No. I couldn’t think like that. It was a dangerous path to tread. I wasn’t one of those guys.
I worked my dick, shudders passing through me as I placed myself in Flynn’s shoes, sinking my fingers into Zali’s hole, pressed tight against her. I’d touched her back before—her naked skin was soft and smooth. What would it be like to notch my dick against her arse and press in? Flynn was saying something, his melodious voice barely carrying over the deck to me. I couldn’t hear his words, but the sound, the tone, rippled through me.
Zali screamed, her body quaking and locking up tight. She arched her back, and Ezra and Tristan were there, latching onto her breasts. I could see them swiping their tongues over her nipples as they sucked and bit her, extending the ecstatic wave she was riding.
She sobbed when Flynn moved, but Tristan was there, sinking into her, fucking her with shallow thrusts. Flynn shuffled back behind him, wrapping one arm around Tristan’s waist. I couldn’t see what he was doing, but Tristan’s hiss was a dead giveaway.
“Now, angel,” he ordered, pulling his hips back and canting them as if presenting his hole.Fuck me.Flynn lined up his dick before pushing inside in one long, slow thrust. Tristan shouted, Flynn moaned, and my eyes widened. I hadn’t…. I couldn’t…. Flynn was fucking Tristan. My heart crashed against my chest, a sweat breaking out on my flushed skin. I’d never thought for a second that Tristan would be on the receiving end, but I was seeing it with my own eyes.
I sucked in a breath and held it, going lightheaded from the revelation.
Ezra and Tristan were moving inside Zali like men possessed. Flynn didn’t take his hands off Tristan’s hips, guiding him down onto his dick every time he withdrew from Zali.
“Fuck, yes. More. Harder,” Zali begged from her position on Ezra’s chest. They picked up the pace and slammed into her, riding her like a rodeo performer does a bronco. Her keening cry made me clamp my fingers around the base of my dick. I wanted to come too. Needed it. But I had to hold out. I didn’t know why, but there was something telling me to wait, to keep watching. Maybe it was morbid curiosity. Maybe it was a need to understand them and to satisfy myself that I truly didn’t fit in.
Tristan lifted Ezra’s legs, forcing them back so that Zali was pinned there. She didn’t look like she was fighting to move. Why would she with Ezra’s dick still buried inside her. That feeling of fullness, the stretch, the hardness rocking in and out and hitting all the spots to light her up would feel amazing. My arsehole clenched, and I ground my teeth together, hating that kernel of curiosity that had burrowed under my skin. It was like a fucking tick. A parasite that latched on and I couldn’t scrape off with my blunt nails.
“Oh, fuck yes. Fuck,” Zali screamed. I could only imagine what it would be like to be Ezra or Tristan—impaled by and buried inside another person at the same time.
Zali’s orgasm set Ezra off too. Or maybe it was the way Tristan was fucking him with long slow withdrawals of his cock before snapping his hips forward again.
My hand sped up, my balls drawing tight at the image before me. Zali was out of breath, almost unconscious, while Flynn and Tristan took themselves higher as Ezra was still coming. Skin slapped and grunts sounded as they fucked hard and fast.
I bit down on my hand, muffling my cry as my own orgasm hit. But it was no use. Tristan’s gaze flicked up to mine, and when our eyes connected, the first jet of cum launched out of my cock. Like it was rocket propelled, it sailed over the edge of the deck, landing almost at their feet. I sucked in a breath, reaching down to frame my cock between my fingers as I continued to work it, my orgasm rushing through me with the force of a freight train. Wetting my lips, I dragged my hand along my cock once more and squeezed my cockhead, more cum dripping from my slit.
Suddenly I wanted to know.
I had to find out.
What did cum taste like?
Bringing my fingers to my mouth, I licked one, moving the salty liquid around my mouth. I shivered, another drip of cum falling from my dick onto the deck. An aftershock tore through me, and I slid my finger into my mouth, sucking on it.
Tristan cried out, and I met his stare again. His heat burned through me, my spent dick making a valiant attempt to rise from the dead and wave hello.
Oh fuck. What had I done?
I spun away from the railing and dashed into the upstairs bathroom. I scrubbed my hands, looked down at my cock, which was still glistening with my own cum, and wanted to slap it off my body. I’d been so fucking horny, so fucking high on watching the gang bang below me unfold that I’d actually gotten off to men fucking. That wasn’t me. I wasn’t into it. I shouldn’t be. What the fuck drugs was I on?
I wet my hand with freezing cold water and hissed as I wrapped it around my soft cock and rinsed it off before grabbing the towel and drying myself. I had to stop this lunacy. I had to stop obsessing over sex and men and what it would be like to have one or more of them inside me or wrapped around me.
I’d kept my desire for Zali in check for years. I hadn’t touched her even though I’d wanted to bend her over every surface on the yacht, especially when she paraded around naked whenever she could. I could keep it buried with them too.
