I can’t believe this is happening. How did we get here? How has this naked woman, riding another man’s cock got me in a fucking chokehold?
She groans and whimpers as I push another finger in. Through the thin wall of skin between her two holes, I feel his cock moving and pulsing but I can’t stop. My cock is so fucking hard I couldn’t give two shits if I touch him, I want in her ass.
Before I can even think about where to get some lube, her lips rip away from me and she’s coming, her head thrashes and Handlebar sits up and takes her mouth to stop her, swallowing her moans as he tenses and spills into her. The wetness spreads between her thighs and part of me recoils knowing it is both of their cum soaking my fingers.
So much so, I drag them out and use the other hand to take her face from him so I can kiss her through the last tremors of her climax.
Handlebar drops back onto the bed. He’s so spent he doesn’t care I’m tongue fucking her. My cock is hard again but Cassie is flopping in my arms, all the energy is gone out of her. Am I pissed I haven’t got to fuck her, yes I am. And if I didn’t think she would lose her shit, I’d grab the bastard and throw him out.
He knew what he was doing when he put her mouth on my cock. And as I look at him over the top of her head and see the look on his face, he isn’t even trying to hide it. The only way to get back at him is to let him watch our tongues tangle as I make the most of these last few moments.
Cassie eventually pulls back, taking a shuddering breath.
Now we’re all still, watching one another, wondering how in the fuck we got here. I’m expecting some kind of explosion, who it will come from first is the only question.
Handlebar sits up and strokes her cheek until she is looking at him. I feel like the odd one out again as they stare at each other. Why can’t I be the bigger person and step away? There is something between them, something I know nothing about and it’s pissing me off.
“Go get a washcloth with some warm water.”
“What?” I glare at him, he doesn’t get to boss me around.
Cassie starts to move and I step back and help her, holding her steady. Handlebar takes her hips and leans forward to kiss one of her breasts.
“We need to clean her.”
She holds the back of his head as he sucks her nipple gently. It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him get fucked so I can take over, but he’s right. I walk to the door on the other side of the room and find the bathroom.
I catch my reflection in the mirror and stare at myself. Whatever that was, it can’t happen again.
Worrying about Cassie and who she wants, or him and his smug looks is a distraction I don’t need. But I do as I was asked, washing my own hands, and finding a washcloth to run the warm water over.
When I come back into the room, Cassie is sitting on the bed and Handlebar is standing, getting something from a drawer in the bureau. I avoid looking at his naked body. We might have shared this woman, but I’m not interested in him in the slightest.
Kneeling down I gently push her legs apart and stare at the cum on her thighs. Fuck, he didn’t use a condom. Why that is only just bothering me is fucked up. I go to knock the little bastard out, but Cassie stops me.
“We’re both clean,” she says.
Handlebar hears her and turns to look at us. He doesn’t say anything then goes back to getting her a towel. His silent challenge isn’t going unheard. He expects me to storm out.
That they’ve had the ‘we’re safe to fuck bare’ talk only makes me madder, but he isn’t making me leave. I go when I’m ready. Instead of arguing, I do what he suggested and run the cloth over her thighs, between them and over her pussy in slow circles that has her chest hitching as she watches me. She fidgets so I place a hand on her thigh to keep her still whileI finish.
Once it’s done, I get up and help her stand again. I’m the only one who never got fully naked and once I’m sure she’s okay, I button and zip up my jeans.
I really fucking wish he’d put his damn clothes on. Even more so when I accidentally get an eyeful of his cock. Shit. I’m happy with what I’ve got, never had any complaints, but no wonder she screamed when he thrust into her.
Fucking great.
“I’m going to shower, you should… both leave.”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to argue but her cheeks are going pink.Nowshe’s embarrassed? Little late for that.
“We still need to talk about that thing,” I say.
“We will.” She scowls, some of the feisty lawyer coming back.
“And I need to talk to you too,” Handlebar says.
“It can wait. I need to go back to work.”
