I expected him to remain detached—to keep this about power and humiliation. But the way he’s kissing her speaks of genuine desire, his tongue claiming her mouth with the same rhythm his cock claims her body. His hands cradle her face with unexpected tenderness, even as his hips drive into her with bruising force.
My eyes travel across his muscular back, watching the play of muscles beneath tanned skin. His ass flexes with each thrust, perfect and powerful. I find myself staring, mesmerized by the contrast between his commanding presence and the vulnerable woman beneath him.
“Enjoying the view?” Ryder’s voice, low and teasing, breaks through my trance. He sidles up beside me, his gaze following mine.
Before I can answer, his hand slides down to wrap around my cock. “Why don’t I help you with that?”
I groan as he strokes me, my eyes still fixed on Dominic fucking Cora into the mattress. The dual sensations of watching them while feeling Ryder’s hand on my cock are overwhelming.
“That work for you?” Ryder asks.
All I can do is nod.
I reach down for Ryder’s cock, wrapping my fingers around his thick shaft. The heat of him in my palm sends an unexpected thrill through me. We’re all naked now, our clothes discarded in the frenzied moments after securing Cora to the bed.
Ryder’s eyes spark with mischief as my grip tightens. “We should frot,” he suggests, voice dropping to a husky whisper. “Fuck, that would be hot.”
I narrow my eyes, considering him. This wasn’t part of the original plan, but nothing about tonight is following the script anymore. The hunger on his face mirrors something I feel stirring within me. I nod, not trusting my voice.
We position ourselves facing each other, close enough that our ragged breaths mingle in the space between us. Ryder takes both our cocks in his hand, pressing them together. The contact sends electricity racing up my spine.
“Christ,” I hiss as he begins stroking us together. The friction is exquisite—the silky hardness of his cock against mine.
I add my hand to his, our fingers interlacing around our shafts. The precum beading at our tips mingles, creating a slick glide that has my hips jerking forward involuntarily. The visual alone is enough to make my balls tighten—our hands working in tandem, our cocks sliding together, the contrast of his tanned skin against my paleness.
Something is intoxicating about this unexpected turn—the duality of pleasures unfolding in this room. Cora’s desperate moans as Dominic claims her, the raw masculine energy between Ryder and me. Nothing about this was in my calculations, yet everything about it feels inevitable.
A growl cuts through my thoughts. Dominic glances over his shoulder at us, his rhythm faltering as he takes in the sight. His eyes darken with something primal.
“Bring that over here,” he commands, voice rough with exertion. “Let our girl watch you.”
Ryder and I exchange a heated glance, then move closer to the bed where Dominic is rhythmically thrusting into Cora. We position ourselves by her side, giving her a perfect view of our pressed-together cocks.
“Look at them, baby girl,” Dominic commands, his voice husky as he slows his pace inside her. “Look at what you’re doing to all of us.”
Cora’s eyes widen, her lips parting slightly as she takes in the sight of Ryder and me. A deep flush spreads across her cheeks and down her chest. She doesn’t speak—just whimpers softly, her eyes fixed on our hands working in unison.
I watch her reactions carefully, fascinated by the way she struggles with this new development. The Mayor’s perfect daughter, raised in privilege and politics, now bound to a bed watching two men pleasure each other while a third fucks her. The shame and arousal battling across her features is intoxicating.
“You like what you see?” I murmur, increasing the pressure of my grip around Ryder’s cock pressed against mine.
She doesn’t answer me directly—just moans louder as Dominic thrusts particularly deep. Her eyes never leave our cocks, transfixed by the slick friction between us, the way Ryder’s hand covers mine, guiding our movements.
“She’s getting tighter,” Dominic grunts, his hips snapping forward. “Every time she looks at you two, she squeezes me like a vice.” He threads his fingers through her hair, tilting her face up to meet his gaze. “You like watching them, don’t you? Two men together while I fuck this sweet pussy?”
Another whimper escapes her, her body trembling beneath him. Her eyes dart between Dominic’s face and our joined cocks, hungry yet hesitant—as though admitting her arousal would cross some final line of propriety.
The flush on her skin deepens, her breathing becoming more erratic. She’s close to the edge again, pushed there by what’s unfolding before her eyes.
The feeling of Ryder’s hand around both our cocks is fucking incredible. My breath comes in short pants as we stand beside the bed, giving Cora a perfect view of what we’re doing. I can’t tear my eyes away from the sight of our cocks sliding together, the contrast of his skin against mine.
Suddenly, Ryder’s free hand comes up and pinches my nipple—hard. The unexpected jolt of pleasure-pain shoots straight to my groin.
“Fuck!” I shout as my orgasm hits without warning. My cock pulses violently, shooting hot streams of cum over Ryder’s fist and shaft. “Jesus fucking Christ!”
Cora moans loudly at the sight, her eyes wide and hungry as she watches me come undone. Her hips buck against Dominic’s relentless thrusts.
“You like that, don’t you?” Dominic groans, his rhythm faltering as he watches us. “Seeing them come for each other. Getting you wetter, isn’t it?”
