Tripp’s mouth is pressed to her ear as he whispers into it, but his eyes are laser-focused on mine, narrowed and spiteful.
With a shift of his body, Julia lets out a gasp, using her free hand to grip onto his face as she turns to press her foreheadagainst his, and my cock twitches as their mouths meet in a slow, heated kiss.
“Asshole,” I mutter under my breath.
I should interrupt them.
I should get up and leave the room.
But that’s exactly what Tripp wants me to do; so instead, I quietly turn over in my bed and desperately try to drown out his whispers and Julia’s stifled whines. I try to pretend that I don’t hear the moment that it’s no longer Tripp’s fingers inside of his wife, but his cock.
More than anything, I try to pretend that listening to them isn’t making my dick hard.
I expected him to rip me apart for what I did to him. I wondered why he hadn’t. I knew he could be a dick when it came to his wife, but I didn’t think he’d try to take it out on me by making me listen to them having sex; like he’s laying claim to property of his that I shouldn’t have touched. Like I’ve been a bad dog, and he needs to rub my nose in my mess to teach me a lesson.
I think I’d rather have had him throw a punch.
Tripp groaning a low‘fuck, baby’is quickly followed by a quiet shushing – which I can only assume comes from Julia.
That’s it.
“You know, I really can’t help but wonder who fucks you better,” I think out loud as I roll over again, now facing them. “Me? Or your husband?”
Horror crosses Julia’s features as her head whips in my direction, but Tripp takes hold of her jaw and forces her face to meet his.
“Tripp—”
“Don’t look at him,” he tells her with a shake of his head. It’s impossible to miss the slow, purposeful shift in their blankets ashe pulls her hips to push deep inside of her. “It’s just you and me.”
I palm my cock as she lets out another moan, louder this time with her fingers digging into his chest, and her eyes move to mine again as Tripp’s palm wraps around the back of her neck to pull her toward his lips.
I let out a breath as he presses them to her neck, pushing myself to a sitting position as my cock leaks at the tip.
As hard as I try to pry them away, my eyes are glued to the two of them. Every movement between them is slow and deliberate; I could almost be convinced that they werebothtrying to drive me insane.
Maybe theybothwant me jealous.
If they do, it’s working.
“Alright, you made your point,” I say as I step toward my suitcase. “I’m leaving.”
Using my foot to fling open the lid, I reach inside for the first pair of pants that I can find in what has already become an unorganized pile of fabric. The burn on my skin of my best friend watching my every movement is all but impossible to ignore.
It isn’t like the way that he watches me in the shop. The warmth which usually sits behind his eyes when he looks at me isn’t there, right now. This is darker, heavier. I might even call it hungrier.
“No. Show me.” Tripp orders, wearing a smirk spread across his face and contempt dripping from his every pore. “If you’re so fucking sure of yourself, get over here and show me how you fuck my wife.”
A hard thrust of his hips from beneath her jolts his wife’s body to force a moan to crack through her throat. With one hand pressed firmly against his chest, the other flies upward to take hold of the headboard in front of her, her head dipping. Closingthe space between them, Tripp whispers to her, earning a soft nod in response.
“Or you can just stand there and watch.”
God damnit.
Maybe it’s the tequila, and maybe I’ll regret it tomorrow.
Maybe it’s just because I miss her.
Maybe…no, it’s not that.
