“That’s more like it,” I reply, slipping around him to stand, as I make a beeline for the bedroom. We need to be in a comfortable space and now I’m anxious to get started.
They both follow quickly behind me and as I turn through the doorway, I kick off my shoes while I strip off my shirt, leaving me barefoot in just my joggers.
My thick bulge is easily noticeable behind the grey fabric and I make no point to hide it.
I know it’s going to take a while to get him ready, so when they walk into the room, I tilt my chin toward the bed and tell them exactly what I want. “Take care of our girl.” My voice is husky and deep. “I want to watch you two before I prep you.”
Her eyes connect with mine and she strips her clothes off slowly, seductively. Like she’s the one in full control. Who am I kidding? She’s always in control when it comes to the two of us.
Ethan shares a look with me that tells me he’s thinking the same exact thing, especially as she bends forward, the fabric of her panties trailing down the sides of her legs, before she crawls onto the edge of the bed.
We both have the perfect view of her gorgeous ass, her arousal shines over her folds and I can’t help moan at the sight.
On all fours, she crawls forward then flips over on her back.
Ethan wastes no time, ripping the buttons off his shirt as he shrugs it off his shoulders, then pushes his pants down. He presses into the mattress, crawling toward her just as seductively and I take a moment to just watch.
They’re so fucking sexy together and I thank my lucky fucking stars they opened up their relationship in a way that makes me feel like it’s a fully shaped triangle and not some lopsided third wheel.
She brings me balance and security.
He allows for my unpredictable side that still needs that high, that chase. He’s the yin to my yang and I think he needs me as much as I need him.
“Spread your legs for me, baby. I want to see everything while I devour this pretty pussy of yours.”
Oh, well isn’t he talkative tonight.
The tone of his words send molten hot lava through my bloodstream and my hand reaches for my cock without another thought.
My jaw is slacked and my breath is labored as I stroke myself, base to tip, circling over the crown as he licks and laps at her center. He stops to suck on her clit, using his tongue behind his pursed lips, just to stop again and repeat the process until she’s writhing underneath him. She’s gripping on to sheets so fucking hard, the whites of her knuckles are glowing against her skin.
I flip open the cap, sure to make as much noise as possible. Ethan looks at me through the corner of his eye, still notstopping that perfect tempo and sequence he’s performing. The desire blazing behind his eyes sets me in motion.
He wants this.
He may not beg me with words but his eyes tell me everything.
I line myself up behind him, coating my fingers with the cool liquid and rub between his cheeks.
He hums, his back rounding as he tucks his pelvis.
Leaning forward, my chest lines up against his back, as the underside of my cock rests in the crevice between his cheeks.
“Don’t run away from me. It might be a little uncomfortable but I promise you it won’t hurt.” I lean closer, lowering my voice, “I want to make you feel good,” repeating the same statement I whispered through the glory hole wall because I know he trusts me.
Wordlessly, he relaxes, arches his back and the friction of his skin on mine is fucking divine.
I groan, rolling my hips into him before pulling back and pressing my finger to his puckered hole.
He doesn’t repel away, instead he pushes back, giving me more, giving me all of him. It makes me feel powerful and trusted, and when he looks back at me with a fire licking behind his pupils I know he’s ready.
I press in past my knuckle. His eyes blow wide as his jaw drops. “Oh, fuck, that’s good,” he groans, turning back to devouring Hannah as if he needs the distraction.
My cock grows impatient and deliciously hard watching her squirm under him as he writhes under me.
I press two fingers in, using the same pace moving in and out before adding a third, using my middle finger to press down toward his belly to find his prostate. Finding the polished tissue, I flick my fingertips deeper and?—
“Oh my god, Fuck!” Ethan shouts as he grumbles and he pants heavily into Hannah’s thigh, his eyes squeezed tight.
