My tits press flush against her back, my nipples hard points of friction as she moves. He fucks her with a driving, possessive rhythm, each thrust pushing her body tighter into mine.
“Oh god,” Kat whimpers, her head falling back onto my shoulder. A smile plastered on her face.
“I could get used to watching him stretch this pretty cunt.” My hand slides down her stomach, through her damp curls, and finds where Vince is pounding into her. My fingers rub tight, desperate circles on her clit as he fucks her. “I love feeling him claim what’s mine, too.”
I pull my hand away from her pussy, letting it hover for a second. “You’re mine,” I snarl into her ear, my voice rough, before my fingers connect with her clit in a sharp, stinging slap.
The sound is crisp, a wet crack that cuts through the room.
“Ollie!” Kat screams, her body arching violently.“Oh my God.”
Vince groans, a deep, animalistic growl, and his thrusts become uneven.
“Again,” he grunts, his eyes locked on mine, and I see the wild approval there.
I hover over her again, my hand smacking against her swollen lips, and she sobs, a mess of pleasure and pain.
“Don’t stop! I’m gonna cum,” Kat gasps, her words slurred and desperate.
“Cum for us, baby,” Vince commands, but his pace is losing control, his breathing ragged. “Soak my fucking cock.”
I lean in, biting her shoulder, tasting salt and sweat, as my hand returns to her clit, rubbing hard.
“You like being fucked like a whore? Earn it,” I whisper.
A broken scream tears from her throat as she obeys. Her orgasm hits like a seizure, a violent convulsion that rattles through her and into me.
I can see the struggle on Vince’s face to hold out until her shudders ease. A ragged groan tears from his throat as his hips drive and hold still, buried in her pussy. His eyes, black and burning, lock onto mine over Kat’s shuddering shoulder.
I see the exact moment he loses himself. A raw, vulnerable surrender flashes across his face before it’s consumed by pure release. He’s cumming inside of her, and he’s making sure I witness all of it.
Kat whimpers as he pumps his load into her.
Slowly, he pulls out. A glistening strand of cum trails from his cock to Kat’s flushed, stretched opening.
“Fuck,” I breathe.
He watches as another pearly drop escapes Kat’s pussy and slides down her ass, onto my stomach, where our bodies meet. His jaw is tight, his breathing harsh.
Kat slumps against me, boneless and spent. “Oh my god,” she murmurs, a spent laugh in her voice. “That was intense.”
But Vince and I are somewhere else entirely. That single, filthy connection—his essence bridging her body to mine—feels more intimate than anything before it.
TEN
OLLIE
I don't know what kind of havoc champagne can wreak on a pussy, but I'm not about to find out. The shower is hot, the water cascading over my body, washing away the sweat, champagne, and cum, but not the memory of their hands and mouths.
The steam fills the small bathroom, fogging the mirror and blurring the edges of reality. I lean against the cool tile, my fingers tracing the snake tattoo that slithers up my torso, the one Vince’s tongue followed with such reverence.
I turn off the shower, the sudden silence loud in my ears, and step out onto the cool mat. Pushing open the door, the quiet of my solitary space feels suddenly vast and empty after the roaring intensity of the living room.
I throw on pajamas and fall back onto my bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind replaying everything in flickering, intense clips: Vince’s growled praise, Kat’s searing touch, the look in his eyes when he came inside her.
Why did it take us nearly 20 years and a bottle of champagne to finally cross that line? The question loops, frustrating and giddy. We wasted so much time being polite, being loyal, being scared. It’s hard to believe all the lines we crossed today weren’t a crazy fever dream. A one-night-only fuck fest to get it out of our system.
The practical part of my brain, the one that runs a business, schedules tattoo appointments, and pays bills, whispers that it must be. Fantasy fulfilled, curiosity sated, we’ll go home and never speak of it again.
