Chapter 28
DANIEL
It was almost midnight by the time I got back to my hotel room. I was dead on my feet and ready to pass out, but an incoming text from Finn was enough to bring me back to life.
Finn
Are you up still?
Barely.
The phone lit up with an incoming video call and I answered it.
Finn’s face filled the screen, his chest bare, and his head lolled back and resting against the wall over my headboard.
His jaw was slack, and he let out a little moan.
His hand moved slightly in the bottom of the frame, petting over the top of a familiar-looking head of hair that bobbed up and down on his lap.
“I fucked your fiancé in her wedding dress today,” Finn said instead of hello.
I clenched my jaw and swallowed hard, adjusting myself on the hotel bed and reaching beneath the sheets to strangle my dick. “Did you?”
“Made her come so hard she stained my slacks with it. Oh fuck, Soph, just like that.”
“Tell me more about it.”
Finn scoffed, the laugh turning into another breathy groan of pleasure while Sophie sucked him off just out of my line of sight.
“I can’t tell you about the dress. She’d never forgive me if I ruin the surprise.
” Finn licked his lips, stare drifting downward with so much adoration I half-expected him to tell me next that he loved her more than me.
“But she was so wet for me, I had to fuck her so slow. Cheek pressed against the mirror with slow and long strokes. If I went too fast, everyone would have heard her.”
Sophie moaned, and Finn’s eyes rolled back in his head.
“Stop touching yourself,” he murmured, lip twisting into a smirk as he looked up at me through the screen. “Not you. Her.”
Sophie did, I assumed, stop touching herself, because Finn’s control over his face turned strained. I knew how Sophie sucked cock when she wanted to make someone come compared to how she sucked cock when she wanted to suck cock, and she was definitely attacking Finn with the former.
“What else?” I managed to ask.
“Sophie, slow down,” Finn chided. “I can’t hear Daniel when you’re trying to suck my brain out of my balls.”
Her method must have changed because Finn let out a long breath and tangled his fingers into her hair, setting a slower and easier pace.
“What else?” I asked again.
“She’s going to make a stunning bride.”
“Will you be there?”
Finn opened his mouth to answer, chin quivering before he snapped it closed again.
I realized too late it was the wrong question to ask while my fiancé sucked his cock and the two of them essentially cucked me over a video chat, an entire continent between us.
On the screen, Finn’s entire body bowed and trembled, and he cursed under his breath.
“What?” I asked, craning forward like I could get a better angle into the phone to see what was happening off screen.
“Your fiancé just shoved her finger up my ass,” he murmured. “I think she’s trying to make me come.”
“You think,” Sophie said from her place between Finn’s legs.
“You should let her,” I said.
Sheets rustled, and Finn set the phone down on the nightstand, probably propped on the lamp. The wide angle gave me a better view, and my dick surged with want at the sight.
Finn was entirely naked, legs spread with Sophie between them as I’d imagined.
Her hair was tied in a loose bun at the top of her head and he had the fingers of one hand speared through the knot.
He cradled her face with his other hand, thumb stroking across her cheek as she bobbed up and down on his spit-soaked dick.
I couldn’t see Sophie’s whole body, but I could easily make out the curve of her bare back, her tits pressed against Finn’s thigh.
“Are you going to come in her mouth?”
“I’ll come wherever she lets me. I’m hoping she’ll climb on top of me and let me come inside of her cunt, but we haven’t…haven’t talked about…” Finn trailed off, jaw clenched. He closed his eyes and rested his head against the wall, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed.
“Is that what the email you sent earlier was?”
Finn hummed something that sounded like a yes. He was right on the edge, fighting off his orgasm with every ounce of willpower inside his body, but Sophie’s drive didn’t stop when she left work. If she wanted something, she would find a way to get it.
“And you’ve seen our results.”
Another noise from the back of his throat.
I waited for the jealousy to come, but it never did.
It should have been there, even if it wasn’t anything more than a quiet voice in the back of my mind calling out how unfair it would be to me for Finn to come inside Sophie the first time when I wasn’t with them.
But I was there with them, and even if I wasn’t, even if this was a private moment between the two of them… it would have been okay.
I wasn’t jealous of Finn because I wanted him as much as Sophie did.
Because she wanted him as much as she wanted me.
Maybe in different ways for different things, but I’d never felt like Finn and I were in competition for Sophie’s attention—or her heart.
There was room for both of us in her life just as there was room for her and me in his.
Watching Sophie suck Finn to the point of delirium, I realized I wanted that for him.
I wanted her to push him over the edge so he could experience what it was like to be so grossly consumed by a woman like her.
I didn’t want to be alone in the understanding that Sophie was a tsunami, and I’d willingly walked right up to a receding shoreline and waited for her to arrive.
The night Finn had showed up on our doorstep, knowing what the two of us wanted, he’d done the same.
There was a kind of peace in that, a balance Sophie and I hadn’t ever had with other partners before.
The boundaries of our relationship in the past had never excluded something like what we’d started up with Finn, but until him that wasn’t something we were ever interested in.
At first, for us, openness had started out of a curious necessity and then it had turned into a cornerstone of our relationship.
Finn, now, also a cornerstone.
“I want you to come inside of her,” I murmured, grabbing my dick around the base so I didn’t come just from the confession alone.
Finn’s eyes were hooded and heavy, but he stared hard into the phone, searching my face for what I imagined was deception. He would find none. I’d taken his warnings to heart about what he needed from a relationship and giving it to him made as much sense as marrying Sophie.
Finn must have found what he was looking for because he pulled Sophie up by her hair and crashed their mouths together.
My fiancé’s cheeks were flushed and her lips swollen, and she arranged herself on Finn’s lap while he speared his tongue into her mouth and kissed her senseless.
Sophie’s thigh hid my view of what I most wanted to see, but when she sank down onto his bare cock for the first time, there was no mistaking it.
Sophie let out the most gorgeous and desperate mewl, pouring it right into Finn’s mouth as she seated herself fully onto his dick.
She still had her underwear on, ivory lace that she’d pulled to the side to make room for him.
When I blinked, I pictured them in a dressing room somewhere, white tulle or lace or satin gathered up in Finn’s hands as he thrust into Sophie from behind.
He would have pulled her underwear to the side then too, making space for himself to get into her.
“God,” Finn rasped, sinking his teeth into Sophie’s bottom lip and pulling before letting go and throwing his head back. He bracketed his hands around her waist to steady her, and in a fit of kindness, she let him. Sophie’s chest heaved with her own breaths, her nipples hard and pebbled.
“She likes to have her tits played with when she’s on top,” I told him.
Sophie looked over at the phone, at me, for the first time since Finn called. Her hair was a mess, strands stuck to her forehead and her cheeks stained with tears. She looked lust drunk, possessed. She looked like she was in love.
“Show him what you like,” I told her. “Let him feel how hard your pussy clenches down when your nipples get played with.”
Sophie guided Finn’s hand to her breast, his fingers to her nipple. He didn’t need instruction to pinch and twist, to pull. A strangled groan fell out of his mouth, and he released her nipple in favor of kneading her entire breast in his palm.
“She’ll make me come like that,” he said to me before turning his stare to her. He slid his hand back down to her waist and held on. “You’ll make me come. You’ll ruin me.”
“I don’t want to ruin you,” she said gently, bracing her fingers around his wrists and lifting off his lap before sinking back down.
“I think you’re lying.”
Sophie let out a quiet laugh and arched her chest forward, shivering when she took him fully for the second time.
Finn surged forward, dragging one hand up to the middle of her back and pressing her body closer to his.
He sucked her nipple into his mouth with such ferocity, Sophie quivered in his lap.
I’d barely remembered to touch myself beneath the sheets, absolutely enraptured at the sight on my phone.
I wanted them both more than I’d ever wanted anything in my life.
I would have them both, I decided. I’d do whatever needed to be done to make sure Finn never left us.
With a slow stroke up my own throbbing erection, I cursed, much closer to my own orgasm than I’d thought.
“Soph, ride him.”
Finn mumbled a curse under his breath, and Sophie finally started to move.
I jacked myself off in time with her glides up and down Finn’s cock, unsure whether watching her or him was what would get me there.
In the end, it was the two of them together that undid me, the worshipful way Finn stared up at Sophie as she threw her head back and took her pleasure from him.
She finished first, coming apart in his arms, and her end to him and me both was like a starter gun at a race.
He supported her and fucked up into her, and I changed the pace of my strokes to match the way he took her.
Sophie whimpered and whined, her body flopping around like a ragdoll with her breasts bouncing in Finn’s face as he slammed up into her one last time before going still.
He pressed his forehead against her shoulder, his entire body shivering as he pumped cum up into my fiancé’s pussy.
My own release spurted over the tops of my knuckles, painting my hand and my stomach as I followed both of them over the edge.
I saw stars on the backs of my eyelids, and for a long time, none of us moved, none of us said anything.
I waited again for the jealousy to settle, but nothing came.
Me coming on my hand while watching them come together brought me as much pleasure as if I had been there myself, buried in Finn’s ass or Sophie’s mouth, or even if I had still finished in my own hand.
There was a weight to the ease of our relationship, and fear was the first feeling to emerge from the post orgasm haze.
This was too good to be true.
This wouldn’t last.
Your relationship with her won’t survive losing him.
A dozen intrusive thoughts fought their way to the front of my brain, and my dick went soft and sticky in my hand.
“Fuck,” Finn finally broke the silence, shifting up and easing Sophie down onto her back.
It changed what I could see as he pulled out of her and reached toward the nightstand to pick up the phone.
He brought it back in front of him, the same view I’d had when he called in the first place.
Finn studied my face, and I wasn’t entirely shocked to find some of the same fear in his features that I knew were mirrored in my own.
I nodded at him, a silent understanding that we were afraid of the same things, that we both understood what was at risk if we fucked this up.
And, in the end, it would be one of us who fucked it up.
Sophie could do no wrong in most things, but especially in this.
He worried his lower lip with his teeth, gaze flickering away from the phone to Sophie on the bed.
Finn let out a rumbling growl, his earlier trepidation erased.
“Can I show him?”
Sophie must have given him her consent because the camera flipped and there was Sophie, sprawled out on the sheets and boneless, her panties still pulled to the side.
Finn zoomed the camera in on her swollen pussy lips, the glistening lube and arousal on her thighs, the thick white cum leaking out of her and running down between her ass cheeks.
“Put it back,” Finn said slowly, and Sophie used her fingers to push his load back into her body. A burst of pleasure rolled through me, almost enough to erase my earlier unwanted worry.
“God, you’re perfect,” he said, and the camera flipped back to his face, even as his eyes were focused off screen, no doubt at Sophie fucking his cum back into her cunt. “She’s perfect.”
“I know,” I told him.
“So are you,” Sophie murmured from off screen. “Both of you. Perfect for me.”
Finn’s teeth were back digging into his lip, and I wiped my own cum off on the top of my thigh. It was already cooling down and stuck to my hair in a decidedly not-sexy way.
“I’ll be home tomorrow night,” I promised them both. “I love you.”
Finn pinched his nostrils between his thumb and first finger, scrubbing a hand down his face.
“Daniel said he loves you,” he told Sophie.
“I love him too.” The sheets rustled and the mattress groaned, and I knew Sophie was getting up to use the bathroom. Her face appeared in frame, lashes clumped together. “I love you too.”
With my eyes, I tried to implore her to elaborate, to tell Finn she loved him too because I knew she did. She loved him because I loved him. But she just pressed a kiss against his temple and disappeared from view.
There was a moment where I was almost brave enough to tell Finn myself, to let him know when I’d said it I hadn’t meant it just for her, but before I could get out the words, Finn spoke.
“Hurry home, Daniel,” he said.
“I will,” I promised.
He glanced toward the bathroom, taking a deep breath. “You should get some sleep, yeah?”
“Probably.”
“Would be nicer if you were here.”
It was close. It was so close.
“Will you be there when I get back tomorrow?” I asked.
“Do you want me to be?”
The words were right there, but Finn’s attention flickered off screen again, and I knew Sophie was back from the bathroom.
“Of course,” I told him. “Always.”
“Then I will be,” he said, stretching an arm to the side to make room for Sophie to nestle in against his shoulder. “Goodnight, Daniel.”
“Goodnight.”