The sound of the lock on the door opening made me panic, but excitement thrummed through me as the door slammed closed.
“Honey, I'm home,” Nash said, stopping abruptly at the door of the room.
He walked in slowly, looking between us and the set-up Beau had.
“You guys want more?” Beau groaned, glancing at Nash, stroking himself more, staying in character.
I don’t know how he did it, he glanced at Nash briefly going back to teasing his subscribers. Nash stalked toward me, staying clear of the equipment. The pings and dings on the laptop were coming in more and more frequently.
“You guys are bad.” Nash leaned over the chair, kissing me hard.
He pulled away looking down at my body as I smeared my wetness over his lips and he took my fingers, sucking on them. I groaned as he sucked on my fingers and palmed my breast.
“I need you.” His voice was dark and rough.
“Take me,” I mewled.
“Fuck,” Beau moaned.
Nash looked over his shoulder, unbuttoning his shirt, stepping aside, giving me a chance to look at Beau who was now completely naked. Beau and I watched Nash completely strip for us. His toned body on display for us was a work of art. It wasn’tthe first time I had seen him naked, but today he looked more cut and more defined. He looked powerful.
Nash stroked himself walking to his bag pulling out a condom, arousal pooling in my lower stomach in anticipation. Was he going to fuck me or Beau? Was he going on camera? His baby blues looked at me and he used his fingers to tell me to turn around.
“Oh god,” I muttered, standing up and showing my ass to him.
I leaned down on the chair, popping my ass out, showing off all the hard work I did that gave me a shapely body. Nash smacked my ass before I felt a slow lick from my clit to my hole. He moaned into my pussy, lapping at me lazily and I pushed back for more.
“You know what you need to do to see the big finale,” Beau said breathlessly. “I’m getting close.
I looked over my shoulder, his eyes on us, stroking slowly.
“Nash, fuck me,” I whispered. “Please.”
“Now,” Beau demanded.
Nash bit my ass, standing up, sliding his cock up and down my pussy, notching himself inside me. I couldn’t wait any more, I leaned back taking his length in one thrust.
I moaned too loudly as Nash’s grip on my hips tightened.
The pings on the laptop went crazy.
“I have my own entertainment,” Beau panted.
Nash set a pace that had my toes curling with pleasure. He kissed the middle of my back, thrusting a few more times before rearranging us to face Beau. The angle of his thrust changed and as much as I wanted to watch Beau, the pleasure was overwhelming.
“Keep those eyes open,” Beau commanded, as Nash snaked a hand down to my pussy rubbing my clit in small circles.
“Shit,” I groaned, looking at Beau who was thrusting into his hand.
“I’m coming,” he said, leaning back, biting his lip and whimpering.
“Fuck, he looks good,” Nash said against my neck. “Look at our good boy. Now it’s your turn, wifey.”
He bit my neck, fucking me harder, hitting that spot perfectly and I fell off the edge. I moaned through my release, pleasure so strong it was almost painful. My legs shook as I kept myself up as Nash thrusted into me a few more times, shouting his release onto my neck.
Our breathing almost drowned out Beau talking to his fans. He expertly fielded questions about who was in the room with him, teasing them with a possibility of giving them hints on who it might be. He was flirty but firm with his answers.
Nash helped me to the chair, disposing of the condom, returning with a cloth to clean me up. He lifted me up, sitting me on his lap as we watched Beau finish his live, promising to come back soon. I rested my head against his shoulder as exhaustion hit me. I couldn’t imagine how he felt.
