If looks could kill, I’d be fried in my chair as her chest begins to rise and fall with an ill-contained fury that’s quite entertaining to watch.
Greg’s blunt fingers pull down my zip with a softsusurrus, the pulse in his throat hammering as he moistens his lips.
‘Take it out,’ I rasp. ‘Wet it.’
Yes, I’m hard. And I’m feeling detached. Craving other experiences, too. But sometimes you want caviar, and McDonald’s is the only thing in front of you.
Greg digs his fingers into the waistband of my boxer shorts, and my cock springs free from the confine of my pants. His dark head lowers, his tongue licking my length. I groan at the sensation, my free hand falling to his head.
The sight of his broad shoulders and dark head.
The feeling as he inhales me to the tip.
‘That’s it,’ I hiss, pressing his head to keep still—to keep going—to allow me to feel the channel of his throat tightening around my length. With a rush of air, he moves, engulfing my cock again before he begins in earnest, obscene noises filling the air, joining the waves of need and frustration vibrating from his wife.
‘Let her see how much you like sucking cock. How it gets you off.’
This may be embarrassing for him, but it’s a turn-on for them both.
‘You want this.’ I tighten my hands in Greg’s hair as he moans, my attention turning to an avid gazed Simone. For a moment, her expression turns hopeful, and she’d like to touch herself, I can tell. ‘Come and join the party,’ I whisper. ‘Your husband, unlike you, can share.’
From her position, she shuffles forward on her knees, leaning her cheek on my thigh, her blue eyes staring up at me.
‘Thank you,’ she murmurs, her tongue then uncurling and sliding the length of my dick. Two heads working me, but I don’t look down—not yet. I just revel in the sensations of their mouths while my mind drifts elsewhere.
I imagine her here in the Den. She’s wearing a cocktail dress and nothing else at my behest. No underwear, no shoes. Her luxurious hair falls around her shoulders in soft waves. She’ll sit on my knee. No—she’ll ride it, her wetness leaving a coating on the fabric of my pants. We’ll have an audience we’re barely aware of as I lower the dress from her shoulders, baring her creamy skin as we watch her reflection in the mirror and I drag my teeth over her neck.
A moan from my lap drags me back to the now. There in my lap, two heads—one light, one dark—with my dick between them, screaming to come.
Bobbing heads and sliding lips. Tongues tangling at the tip. The combined sensations have pleasure shooting through my balls like hot pins.
But it isn’t right. It isn’t what I want.
‘Enough.’ I push them away. Their greedy mouths are still open, and Greg lands on his arse and palms. His breath is ragged, his expression shocked.
‘Take her to the bench and strap her legs down,’ I demand, taking my wet cock in my hand.
Greg falls back on his heels in front of Simone, strapping her ankles to either side of the bench.
‘Please.Please.’ Her hips fuck the air, her pussy visibly wet against the leather.
‘It’s a shame I’m not feeling particularly accommodating. What do you think?’ I ask Greg.
‘I think she needs it,’ Greg answers.
‘And you’re just the man for the job.’ He nods his head rapidly in agreement. ‘Do you think she deserves relief?’ His cock bounces between his legs, long and hard and desperate. I note his face is clean-shaven. He knows his wife’s preferences even if he isn’t getting to use his cock lately at home. ‘Well? Do you want to fuck your wife?’
‘Yes. Desperately.’
‘Good. Do it.’ My hand speeds up, the lubrication drying, causing a delightful friction. ‘Fuck her before I change my mind.’
I roll my head back and stare at the ceiling, trying to lose myself in my fantasies of Bea writhing in my lap. I close my eyes and listen to the sounds of their coupling—skin hitting skin, her moans and his grunts—filling the room. But I can’t. The whole evening is doing nothing for me.
I can’t bring myself to picture her properly, and therefore, I can’t seem to come.
It’s annoying and as frustrating as all fuck. There’s only one thing for me to do, I decide as I tuck my hard cock back into my pants.
I have to have her. And soon.
Fuck Rory finding out. I’ll take my chances because something tells me she’ll be worth it.
As I retrieve my jacket, the pair barely notice. It’s a good sign, I think, and what happens next is up to them. I won’t be fucking either of them again, and they have to know. But it seems cruel and somewhat counterproductive to spoil their moment, so I head out to one of the anterooms to wait.
It’s time for me to pursue my new playmate.
