As we walk, he mutters, “What was that?”
“Nothing.”
He exhales.“You went from caring partner to horny menace in under a minute.”
“I’m offended,” I claim, which sounds very pitchy since I’m actually losing my footing here.“You’re mistaken.”
He shakes his head.“I know you well enough.What’s going on?”
I shouldn’t say it.But I do.
His jaw locks.A muscle jumps near his ear.
I lean in.Close enough that my mouth brushes the shell of his ear when I speak.“Wouldn’t you want to be it?”I murmur.“Your cock inside her.Feeling her open.Hearing her lose it.”
“Cally.”My name cuts sharp.A warning.A plea.
“I wouldn’t mind being there,” I whisper, letting the want spill instead of fighting it, “slow, deep—letting her take me while you press in behind me.Your thick cock filling me while I make her come apart.All of us wrecked.All of us forgetting how to stop.”
His breath catches.I feel it.Hear it.He turns his face away like that’ll save him.
“You’re fucking insane,” he mutters.
“Maybe,” I say softly.“Or maybe I’m just desperate.”I swallow.“I haven’t been fucked in so long I can’t think straight anymore.”
My eyes drop before I can stop them.His jeans are pulled tight.Hard enough to leave nothing to the imagination.
It nearly undoes me.
“Thought maybe,” I add, voice rough now, “you’d get it.”
Silence stretches between us, charged and unbearable.
He doesn’t answer.
But he doesn’t step back either.
Doesn’t tell me to shut up.Doesn’t tell me to leave.
I lean in closer, breath brushing his jaw.“Tell me you don’t want it,” I murmur.“Tell me you’re not thinking about her naked, legs open in those stirrups, pussy slick and waiting for you.”
His eyes shut.His jaw clenches.A breath leaves him slow—but not calm.
“You are, aren’t you?”I press, voice low and rough, meant only for him.“You could be inside her—so deep she cries—and I could be buried in you.Fucking you while you fuck her.Feeling every sound she makes through your body.”
His breath hitches.I see his fingers twitch, the way he bites down on restraint like it hurts.I’m so close, I feel the heat of him, the tension pulling taut between us.
“Or ...I could ride her fingers first,” I say, tongue grazing my lip as I picture it.“Then get her ready.Let her come once, soft and slow.And then I’d lie back for you.Let you push into me.Deep.Stretch me while she watches.”
“Jesus Christ,” he breathes.
“You could fuck me while I watch her fall apart.You could fuck me while I beg for it.While she begs for you.And when you come”—I pause, breath catching—“you’d still be so hard you’d take her next.No hesitation.Still wet, still open.And I’d get to see both of you lose control.”
He exhales through his nose like he’s trying to reset his entire body.
“I haven’t been touched in a long time,” I whisper.“And ever since we went on the road, I think about what it would feel like to beg—” I pause, “But now that she’s close ...maybe I can let you take me rough and deep while I make her scream.”
“Stop,” he rasps, but it’s wrecked.His pupils are blown wide.His hand drags through his hair like it burns.
