Page 134 of Breathe Like Hell

“Micah,” Dakota moaned.

Everything in my body lurched.

The jealousy wasn’t a twinge. It was a lethal tidal wave, tearing through my blood.

I lifted my hips off the seat, adjusting, and the slightest friction of my boxers on my erection was making me feel even more insane. I did it again, barely thrusting, breath catching at the feeling of cotton rubbing on my rigid shaft.

“Yeah,” Micah grunted, pounding into her harder.

He hadn’t looked at me once since tying me up.

I was merely here to watch my past obsession fuck my current one.

My cock throbbed harder, hotter. Gave a pathetic jolt.

Micah rolled over onto his back, fluidly lifting her up to straddle him.

“Show him how you ride it,” he instructed.

I wasn’t breathing correctly.

The muscles in my abdomen contracted as I shifted on the seat, feeling the rope tight around my chest and shoulders, bound tight around my wrists behind the chair.

Dakota wasn’t saying anything to refuse him, but her body language was hesitant.

“You can do it,” Micah said. “You’re so good at fucking me, baby girl. Show him.”

I wasn’t sure if I wanted him to continue mentioning me or stop mentioning me. Neither way was enjoyable. My dick was leaking precum, soaking the stretched-thin cotton, making it cling to the hard shape of me.

Dakota positioned herself over Micah’s dick on her knees, then reached down to guide him back inside her.

“There you go,” he praised.

A soft whine escaped her as she sank all the way down, bending forward when she took him deep. I stared at her stomach, envisioning how far Micah’s dick was stuffed inside of her body, sweat starting to drip down my spine.

All I could do was stare. Stare at the view he was torturing me with.

I shallowly rocked my hips back and forth again, grinding against the seat of the chair. Anything to drip sensation over my miserable cock.

Dakota leaned forward a bit, then slowly began to tilt her hips, sliding up and down his length, slicking his cock with her dripping arousal. And I could see it so well. Fucking all of it.

Her swollen pussy gripping him, his thick cock spreading her. The perfect softness of Dakota’s ass as she rolled her body, waist curving, hair brushing her hips. Micah’s testicles, drawn up tight and full of cum.

I wanted to see more. The detailed press of his fingers into her skin, the threatening scrape of his teeth over her pulse, the soles of her feet, his ass and the backs of his thighs…

I missed having Micah laid out below me, sweating and bucking, his cock leaking on his abs, my cock buried inside him…

And as miserable as I felt, I almost wanted to be more miserable. I wanted to be closer. I wanted to watch him sliding in and out of her from such a short distance that I could lick either one of them. Lick both of them. Feel their intercourse on my tongue.

Dakota started moving faster, riding him for real, and I couldn’t look away. I just stared at the place where they were connected, my stiff length rubbing on my boxers every time I shifted.

Micah’s perfect fucking cock and Dakota’s perfect fucking cunt.

The two people I wanted most in the world having disgusting, filthy sex with each other.

She looked so small in his lap, his hands wrapping most of the way around her waist. I thought about how deep his big cock was inside of that little body, how tight she must’ve felt squeezing him.

I felt almost delirious with how badly I needed release.