“You’re still so tight,”I murmur, needing them both to hear it. This time, they both moan. “Even when you’re dripping wet.”
I increase my pace, plunging all the way in and almost out, before going back. Always brushing her aching clit.
“You’re taking him so well, baby.” Sai’s eyes are fixed upon my hand, gradually pumping in and out. “So fucking well.”When she whimpers at his praise, my cock pulses with the sound.
Slower. We need to go slower.
Sai begins to shift closer, until Jasmine’s foot lifts, prodding him in the chest—halting him.
My grin is so painfully wide it briefly distracts me from my achingly hard erection.
“Did I say… y-you could… touch me?” she pants.
The Holy Mother of Darkness may need to resurrect my immortal soul because I believe my heart just stopped.
And from my dear friend’s expression, I think we may need a second resurrection.
“I—” Sai is… speechless.
He stares down at this cunning, sinful, empyreal being—our bond—and he has no words.
The poor fool.
I watch, my smile never fading, fingers never stopping, as he desperately tries to concoct a plan. If he attempts to sabotage me in the process, I’m prepared to flit and continue alone. Without sharing those words, he knows that.
His fingers are still curled around her foot, she hasn’t pulled it away, which means he has a chance.
He swallows, gaze skimming mine. I send him a silent prayer.
“I know I was bad, baby.”
He isn’t…
“I was such a bad boy.”
Oh, but heis.
My dearest friend. My closest ally. The man I’ve shared countless partners with… is begging. Sai never begs.
I glance down at Jasmine. She’s panting, trying to resist losing herself. But now, from a new pleasure, because she’s enjoying this. Seeing Sai like this.
My gaze sweeps back to my friend, and he knows, from that small look, he’s found his angle.
“But I’ve been so good.” His fingers trail over the top of her foot, reaching her ankle. “I’ve been trying so damn hard, baby. Trying so hard to be good for you.” He brushes his lips against her ankle bone, piercing gaze darkening as he does. “Please, let me touch you. Let me show you how good I can be.Please.”
I’ve slowed down my pace, just enough to let Jasmine entertain this.
She swallows, then her foot taps against his shoulder. “Take it off,” she commands.
I’ve never seen Sai move so fast. With his free hand, he grips his t-shirt, ripping it off in one pull, throwing it behind him, never dropping her gaze.
She doesn’t say another word, instead silently studying Sai’s body. The delicate glow of his markings darken with each passing pulse.
I increase my pace, and begin to brush her clit after Sai’s every strained exhale. He notices, maintains his breathing at a steady pace. We knew our silent cues so well.
When she moans, her eyes closing for a moment, he takes that chance and lowers his lips to her foot again, just as I brush over her clit. His tongue traces along her arch, and mine enters her mouth, sweeping against hers in dominant strokes.
She gasps at the multitude of sensations, but I pull back to make her watch Sai’s ascent.
