Page 74 of Breathe Like Hell

My hand pushed down into my boxers to grab my balls, squeezing a bit, tugging just enough to spur on the ache. I rolled them in my palm, breathing hard through my nose.

Mason and Dakota both listened to me.

I told them what to do.

I could make them do anything I wanted, and thinking about that, thinking about it in real life too, had me hard as fuck. I imagined both of them submitting to me, maybe kneeling together, kissing and touching each other while sucking my cock. Mason licking my cum off Dakota’s tits.

No.

I didn’t want Mason in the fantasy at all.

Just her.

He was the barrier to this whole thing.

I stared at the video like I was possessed, my hand moving faster along my stiff cock as I focused on the amateur porn made just for me.

Mason’s lips and chin were glistening with Dakota’s arousal as he swirled his tongue around her clit, dragging out his motions, toying with her, and I could hear her desperate moans coming from my phone speaker. He moved lower to wedge his tongue inside her tight pussy, groaning at the taste, and I had to squeeze my cock hard to stop myself from coming right there.

He shifted his position, bringing a hand up under his chin so he could slide two fingers inside her. He pumped his fingers a few times, the slick noises driving me so close to the edge I had to focus on my breathing. And then he was sucking on her clit again, curling his fingers inside her cunt.

As hard as I tried, it was difficult not to notice the flex of his jaw, the darkness of his eyelashes, his messy hair, his brown eyes lifting to watch Dakota’s out-of-frame face. His glistening lips, his skilled tongue.

That self-satisfied expression on his sinful face.

The expression was one I’d become too acquainted with, since he often made it when he gave me oral—because he liked getting involuntary reactions out of me. Especially when my cock was involved in the transgression. He liked watching me give in to the flick of his hot tongue and the squeeze of his slick throat, liked watching me lose just a bit of my composure, then losing more and more of it until I was fucking his mouth in truth, all but lost to the distinctly-aroused instinct to thrust…

Shit.

My orgasm built and built, my chest heaving as I tugged on my cock.

Dakota’s moans increased in both pitch and volume. She was getting closer, her noises slipping into my favorite breathy cadence—the one she got right before she came. Mason was spurred on by her desperation, his tongue flicking over her swollen and exposed clit, over and over. Dakota’s thighs were shaking on either side of his head, trembling, and she was really squirming now.

Only a few seconds later, I watched her come on Mason’s mouth.

Whining, panting, twisting, hips bucking and rolling and grinding on his face.

His perfect face.

The arrogant tilt of his mouth, the glint in his eyes, the satisfaction coloring his expression. He liked getting reactions out of her, too.

I jerked my dick harder, faster, head rolling back, eyes sliding shut.

Thighs tensed, hips twitching, jaw slack, I finally came, spurting cum all over my hand, all over my dick, on my taut stomach.

The video ended sometime in the middle of my orgasm, and I tossed my phone on the desk after I finished, reaching for the box of tissues to wipe up my cum. Any plans I’d had of staying here to get more work done had dissolved into thin air. I was going home.

I did not send Mason a picture of my cum-covered fist or my still-hard cock. He didn’t tell me what to do, and he knew that—no matter how I felt about his entitled expression, the one that expected an orgasm caused by his mouth.

After cleaning myself and straightening my clothes so I looked presentable enough to walk across campus, I left my office. There wasn’t another soul in the building as far as I could see, which I’d expected.

It was cold outside, my breath visible in the air while I made my way back to my car.

The drive back to my house didn’t take long.

I parked in the garage and headed inside.

“You know what we have to do,” Mason said as I walked into my kitchen, where he was sitting at the table in the dark. I stopped walking abruptly.