Not that he’d been paying much attention to Talia, as he’d sat in his chair across the room. No, try as he might, Kieran’s eyes kept falling back to Sammie. Sammie’s face as she’d watched the other woman, a flush on her cheeks and heat in her gaze. Her hands, sliding over soft skin, dipping into Talia’s wet cunt. She’d started finger fucking the other woman, such command in her actions, and Kieran’s mind had gone blank. All he’d been able to think was thathesure wouldn’t mind getting fucked liked that.
Sammie writhed against his mouth, her cries muffled where she was trapped under Talia. Kieran sucked her clit as he pressed two fingers into her pussy, earning a moan that rumbled through all three of them and sent Talia tipping over the edge. She gasped, falling forward, bracing herself on shaky arms as Sammie held her to her face, working her through the waves of her orgasm.
Kieran continued his own ministrations, even as Talia moved off of Sammie, situating herself at the head of the bed. He didn’t stop, not when Talia pushed at Sammie’s shoulders, helping her to a sitting position. He didn’t stop when he felt both women’s gazes on him. He didn’t spare more than a glance up, because seeing Sammie leaning back against Talia—who was running her hands over every inch of Sammie’s skin, pulling small sounds from her as Kieran continued to feast—was too much considering the lack of attention to his dick.
He didn’t care. His own pleasure didn’t matter, not with Sammie so wet against him, chasing her release faster and faster as Talia held her. She was panting, gasping, whining moans falling from her lips with every breath.
Talia’s arms around Sammie only served to make him work harder. Yes, the other woman might be adding to Sammie’s pleasure, might be holding her steady and working her up, but Kieran would be the one to make hercome.
He rutted against the edge of the bed, desperate for any amount of friction against his weeping dick. He hadn’t even taken his briefs off, for fuck’s sake. There hadn’t been time, not when a possessiveneedhad washed over him, unlike anything he’d ever felt before. Nothing else had been present in his mind as he’d watched Sammie on his bed, nothing beyond the desire to be there with her, to be the one rewarding her for her brilliant performance.
Kieran gripped her thigh, felt it tremble beneath his fingers, even as she rocked against his lips. His beard was a mess, coated in her slick. He’d turned his ball cap backwards, a few hairs escaping where he’d pushed them back, now sticking to his sweat-dampened face.
It was Sammie he was tasting, Sammie he was riling up to the point where thoughts didn’t matter.Sammie. Kieran couldn’t dwell on that knowledge, couldn’t dwell on anything beyond the need to make the woman before him scream with release.
Sammie’s hips jerked, a sobbing gasp wrenching from her chest as her pussy clenched around Kieran’s fingers. That would be it, the end of the video, Sammie’s orgasm cresting as Kieran continued to eat her out through every tremor afterwards. Talia’s hands on her stomach, her breasts, her throat, holding her steady through it all.
But Kieran wasn’t done. Even as the camera continued to record, he pulled himself away from her pussy, climbing up the bed on all fours until he was hovering over Sammie, her heaving breaths fanning out across his damp face.
They were close, so close. Talia was there, too, but Kieran paid her no mind. All he could see was Sammie, her chest rising and falling steadily, her eyes hooded, her hair a tangled mess.
“It’s too bad,” Kieran said, his voice so quiet he was sure the camera couldn’t pick up his words. “About your rule. Otherwise I’d let you taste yourself.”
He didn’t know why he’d said it. Rules were rules, and Kieran wasn’t one to break them. But once again, he found himself thinking how easy it would be to lean forward, to close the diminishing distance between them.
Sammie reached for him, her hand gripping his arm as their breaths tangled together. They were hyper-focused on one another, Kieran curled over her. Sammie had a leg between his thighs. She pressed it up, giving his cock something to rut against, and Kieran was gone.
They didn’t break the rule. Kieran let his head fall, his forehead pressing to the crook of Sammie’s neck as he came after two quick thrusts into his hand.
It was still there, even after the haze of his orgasm began to dissipate. That urge to close the distance between him, to capture her lips with his own.
And Kieran didn’t know what to do with that desire, that need that he had never felt before.
“Christ.” Talia’s voice broke the tension. “If you two ever wanna do this again, hit me up.”
There was a tug in Kieran’s chest, even as he chuckled along with Sammie. An insistent pull, something he hadn’t experienced in the past. Not jealousy. No, Kieran hadn’t felt a whiff of jealousy as Talia had captured Sammie’s attention. But there wassomethingthere, a possessive need that had caught Kieran unawares. The urge to claim what wasn’t his. To ask for something he didn’t understand.
Later that evening, when he watched himself bringing Sammie closer and closer to release, spilling into his palm instead of editing the clips like he wassupposedto be doing, that incessant tug was still there, pulling at something Kieran couldn’t yet recognize.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
KAI: IF YOU don’t text him soon it’s going to fuck up his pregame routine.
Sammie: What are you talking about, you’re the most important part of his routine
Sammie: You and whatever freaky shit the two of you get up to on game days
Kai: He’s worried because he hasn’t heard from you in 14 hours.
Kai: And he’s a nosey fucker.
Kai: You know this.
Sammie: FINE omg no one warned me that it would be like having two annoying brothers
Kai: Because of me, you get a filtered version of Attie. Imagine if he was still running loose in the streets, your problem and your problem alone.
Sammie: …fair point
