I start comingto when pleasure blossoms low in my stomach and flesh is softly pressing on and off against my ass.
I flutter my eyes open to the darkness of my living room, realizing an arm draped around my waist and the rumblings of a man behind me thrusting his cock between my legs.
Fingers splay right above my cunt, teasing the possibility of touching my clit as I feel the body behind me shift slightly.
I’m still in a confused state, teetering between a dream and reality, when a familiar male voice whispers in my ear, “I needed this cunt. You wouldn’t give it to me earlier.”
I remember falling asleep on the floor while I gave Cairo the couch. I thought he’d gone to sleep since he was quiet, but maybe not.
And Levi is on the other side of the coffee table, feet from us on the floor.
“What are you doing?” I barely grind out, turning my head to the side so he hears me, but that’s when Cairo captures my lips and drives his tongue deep into my mouth in response.
I’m immediately lost in the kiss. My body just letting go and submitting to what he needs because…I’ve run out of energy, honestly.
Plus, Cairo knows exactly what I need and how to drive me insane with his dick.
His pace quickens before the pads of his fingers reach the sensitive spot aching to be touched. Tucked against Cairo’s body under the hard floor, I can’t help but feel wanted, safe, and content. That we oddly belong together.
“Spread your legs,” he mutters against my lips, knocking into my inner thighs with his knuckles. “I want deeper.”
I oblige, his whole length deliciously stretching me to fit him, and I force down a moan that wants to rip from my throat.
Every nerve ending tingles and aches with need. I try to keep my breathing under control, but this is hot.
Likefucking do this to me every nighthot.
I’m fully aware he’s still high as fuck, and we haven’t spoken rationally about Levi, but I can’t help but get lost in this. Being owned by Cairo is something I know he doesn’t give out to just anyone. He’s picky as shit about it, I bet. His cock is exclusive, and I’m here for the treatment.
No matter the cost.
“You owe me this pussy every night for a month,” Cairo says against my lips, trailing kisses across my cheek and tucking his face into my neck to get access to it. “I’m pissed.”
I bob my head because the less talking, the better. The last fucking thing I want to do is wake Levi and have those two go at it again.
“Do you like knowing he’s in the same room?” Cairo solicits evenly underneath my ear. “That he can hear my cock entering you over and over again.”
If he was up, you’d know.
However, doubt begins to creep into my veins because maybe he’d just listen. Maybe he’s observing how we are together.
Maybe he’s going to kill us both when we’re done, I dunno.
“I think you’d be dead,” I whisper softly. “Quit pressin’ your luck.”
“How far along are you guys?”
Relationship wise?
I believe that’s what he’s asking me, and I don’t have a solid answer for him. Levi and I are in this weird vortex of unspoken words—mainly on my part because I’m leery of the aftermath.
Losing him for good is not on my bucket list.
“I’ll always love Levi,” I reply wholeheartedly. “Nothing will ever change that.”
“How many times have you fucked?”
I know a red flag when I see one. I know my truthful answer might amp up what he’s doing and wake up Levi.
