Chapter 23
I MIGHT NEED A VOYEURISM SUPPORT GROUP AFTER THIS
MAJOR
Wade whispers something I can’t hear to Jasper, then steps in front of Abby as his fingertips roam the exposed area of her stomach.
She’s wearing a short, black lace tank top, I think she referred to it as a crop top earlier, that already shows a sliver of her stomach, but with the way her arms are pulled over her head there’s a large portion of her torso exposed, showing off her gorgeous olive skin.
For a moment I thought I was going to have to break them apart, as I usually have to do, but when I saw the smile appear across Wade’s face I knew he was in the right mindset.
And when he’s determined, nothing else matters.
His strongest personality trait is his drive when he sets his mind to something.
Yet, most annoying because he’s relentless.
And when both he and Jasper team up on me, it’s only a matter of time before I have to give in and give them what they want.
It’s just not often they’re both on the same page, much less getting along like they are now.
Speaking of, I glance down at myself and chuckle internally wondering how the hell I got into this predicament. I may not be as lean or muscular as Wade or Jasper, but for a man a handful of years into his forties I can’t say I’m too far off.
Although Abby doesn’t make me feel my age, especially right now.
My favorite part of any sexual act is normally observing, but my body is screaming to join them right now.
I’m dying to strip off these ridiculously heavy pants, climb that ladder until my hips line up with Abby’s face, and press my cock against her lips, making her taste the pre-cum leaking from the tip.
Thankfully patience is my strong suit and I’m waiting to make my entrance.
I quietly step to the side, changing my view as I watch Wade lean closer into Abby.
He presses his body into hers as his fingers caress her exposed skin and her mouth is parted open, breath heavy and with her head tilted back, I imagine her eyes are squeezed shut underneath that blindfold, enjoying every unexpected touch.
Wade’s fingers dip into the sides of her leggings and he glances over at Jasper. The silent communication that happens naturally between the two of them when we’re out in the field is in full working order right now.
“Is this okay?” Jasper asks.
Abby nods and Wade gently pulls her leggings down, inching the fabric slowly off her legs and stripping them off and over her now bare feet.
He tosses them aside then trails his hands from her ankles up to her knees as Jasper brushes his hands over her thick thighs and the visible shiver that runs through her body as she lets out a whimper, stirs my already half-hard cock to life.
The gorgeous landscape of tan skin glows as I take in every inch of her stunning body.
The light pink tone of her painted toenails match the color of her lace thong. The loose, black crop top hangs perfectly over the peak of her breasts and I attempt to brand this view to my memory.
“Who’s touching you, Abby?” Jasper asks.
“Jasper and Wade,” she answers breathy, but confidently.
“You’re right, only because you know Major is dying to watch every single thing we do to you, right?” She nods as he runs his fingertip around her navel then over the peak of her breast, teasing around her pert nipple.
“Should we give him a show?” His voice drops deeper as he leans into her like it’s a secret between them.
She nods again, and he asks, “Are you sure?” pinching her nipple at the same time.
“Y-yes,” she stammers out with more breath than words.
Wade and Jasper exchange looks before they both press their lips to her body, teasing their tongues over opposite sides of her writhing body.
Wade’s fingers gently massage around her foot as he places kisses over her ankle and trails up to her thighs.
Jasper starts at her jawline, to her chin, collarbone, then trails over the fabric of her shirt between her breastbone until he’s crouched down and his face is flush with her stomach.
Both of them are now level at her waist. Her hands are still extended and tied above her head so taking her top off isn’t an option. Instead Jasper gets creative and pulls the front of her top over her head, tucking it behind her neck.
Reaching behind her, he pauses to ask, “Is this okay, pumpkin?”
“Yes,” she answers as she nods, making double sure he knows she’s on board with this and my cock thickens even more.
I step back and sit down in the chair that faces their direction, because I’m afraid I might pass out from the lack of oxygen as my body stalls for breath with each touch.
It’s a lightning speed realization that I don’t actually have any patience when it comes to Abby, because I can’t help but push down my pants and pull out my aching cock, giving it the attention it’s screaming for.
“Fuck, Abby,” I unintentionally say out loud, as I pull on the soft skin of my steel shaft.
In synchronized motion, they all turn in my direction. Abby tips her head back in an attempt to sneak a glimpse from behind her blindfold, while Jasper and Wade witness my resolve. I stroke myself, not caring that I’m usually the one watching, not being watched.
Jasper grins, pleased at the fact that we’re all completely falling apart, then turns back to Abby. “He’s stroking himself for you, pumpkin.” Then he unclips the back of her bra strap.
The cups pull up to the top of her chest, as her heavy breasts bounce out of the fabric. Jasper pulls the bra over her head, lining it up with her shirt so it’s out of the way and now there’s nothing obstructing the view of her round, ample tits and tight nipples.
Jasper and Wade eye each other as they lean into her.
Jasper flicks out his tongue at the peak of her nipple then Wade blows on it, making it pucker and glisten.
Abby jams her mouth shut and moans, like she’s trying to stop herself from crying out, but her loud, desperate pant is inevitable when they both wrap their lips around each peak, sucking and licking as they caress her body.
Fuuuuck.
I stop myself from stroking faster, knowing it’s been too long and I have to wait this out. Instead pulling long, languid strokes, unable to prevent my stuttering breath and muffled groans.
She writhes under their touch, rolling her hips and tossing her head back and forth. All three moan before Jasper wraps his hand around Wade's forearm, getting his attention and they both pull back at the same time.
Abby’s breath hitches with a whimper.
“Why did you stop?” Her neck is blindly swiveling, attempting to find where they went.
They don’t answer as they switch spots, silently moving around each other, and Wade steps forward. He places his fingers between her belly button and the lace fabric of her underwear, then proceeds to slowly dip them inside.
His hand moves down to the apex of her thighs and I can see the outline of his finger under the lace, swiping it between her slit.
She gasps, bucking her hips at the touch and bites at the corner of her lips.
“Oh fuck,” she moans. The sound comes from somewhere deep in her soul and I can relate to where it’s coming from as I continue to knead my cock.
“Who’s touching you, princess?” I ask her, interrupting the silence.
“Jasper,” she replies quickly.
“Wrong,” Wade says as he pulls his hand free from the fabric, pulling the front of his pants down to swipe a bead of pre-cum on his glistening finger then presses it into her mouth.
“Taste that and remember it. That’s me and you, sweetheart. And I’m going to brand the flavor to your tongue so you’ll never forget it.”
Jasper’s wide eyed expression mirrors mine, because he’s just as shocked as I am at Wade’s possessive response.
Jasper recovers quickly, as his mouth aligns with Abby's. The entire time his gaze is trained on Wade. His tongue darts out over her puckered lips, still stuffed with Wade’s fingers and when Wade starts to pull them out, Jasper’s mouth engulfs them.
His wet tongue weaves over Abby’s lips then Wade’s fingers, taking them into his mouth and sucks.
Wade grunts, leans forward and kisses Abby like he has no idea what else to do while Jasper sucks his fingers clean.
“Mmmm, you taste good. Both of you.” Jasper drops to his knees, tucking his fingers into the side of Abby’s thong, and pulls it completely off.
Pressing her thighs apart he dives in, flattening his tongue over her center, putting pressure over her clit, granting us a moan that echoes through the garage.
Tucking his hand behind her knee, he presses up, spreading one leg even further open. In their perfect, unspoken language, Wade takes over, gripping the back of her knee and pulls her leg up toward her chest, exposing her swollen clit and Jasper feeds off her like a starving man.
Both Wade and I watch as he devours her. Abby’s body writhes with need and lust and fuck, I wish I could see her eyes. I want to take that blindfold off so I can watch her eyes roll to the back of her head while her irises blow out right before she climaxes.
Which is soon by the looks of what Jasper is doing to her.
Her breath quickens and moans grow louder. Wade dips his head down, his gaze trained on Jasper’s tongue as he darts out his own, lapping at the peak of her nipple.
Abby moans even louder and bucks, attempting to pull at the rope to pull herself away.
“Oh god, I’m close,” she cries out, unashamed of her desperation and it’s so fucking beautiful.
In that same moment, Jasper pulls away then grips the back of Wade’s head and with a handful of hair in his hand, places him down in front of Abby, pressing him into her center.
“Keep her on edge, don’t let her come,” Jasper threatens in the most Jasper way I’ve ever heard.
“Don’t come yet, pumpkin,” he says to Abby, still playful but clearly dead serious.
She knows they swapped but it doesn’t appear that she cares when she moans as Wade darts out his tongue, lapping at the mixture of her arousal and Jasper's saliva.
He moans then pulls back and glances up at her bindings. “Grip onto the ladder, sweetheart.”
The restraint is snug, but loose enough that she’s able to flip her hands around from underneath the rope and wrap her fingers around the metal, holding herself in place. Wade dives back in as he uses his hands to hold the back of her legs, spreading her open.
Jasper steps back, letting the straps of his pants fall over his inked shoulders, then shuffles back toward his locker, kicking them off in the process. His bare ass out like a full moon, as his cock bounces with the stride of his step.
“Oh fuck,” Abby moans.
“Don’t you dare, Wade!” he shouts through the room as he digs into his bag.
Abby swears under her breath then moans again.
Wade joins her as he exaggerates his own groan, moaning into Abby’s pussy loud enough for Jasper to hear.
“Waddddde…” Jasper threatens just as Abby screams.
“Oh, god, I’m coming,” Abby wails out and moans through her orgasm as Jasper runs back, grabbing the back of Wade’s pants, yanking him back from his kneeling position.
He falls on his back as Jasper throws a few condoms on him, giving him a smug yet pissed off wide-eyed expression that only Jasper can master.
“You’re both going to pay for that.” Jasper places the condom wrapper between his teeth, tearing it open, then sheaths his cock with the rubber casing.
Turning his back to us, he faces Abby and leans into the nook of her neck as he tucks his arms underneath one leg. He lines his cock up against her entrance, tapping the tip over her swollen clit.
“Are you ready for my cock?” he asks, as his hips flex up and down. The back of his pierced shaft rubs against her sensitive pussy causing a friction that makes Abby’s breath hitch.
“Y-yes. God, yes.” Her answer is choppy but clear as she rolls her hips, silently begging for more.
“Mmmmm, good girl,” he praises, pleased with her answer.
Jasper retracts his hips as he lines his cock up with her entrance and pushes in. Abby’s jaw falls open and then slams shut, letting out another long moan. It’s echoing in surround sound between my heavy breathing and the moans coming from both Jasper and now Wade.
Jasper pistons his hips, pulling his cock almost all the way out before thrusting back in. His long, sheathed cock shines with her arousal as he dips his chin watching his cock move in and out of her.
“Your tight pussy is clenching my cock, baby. Are you going to come again?”
She nods, pressing her lips in a hard line, like she doesn’t want to admit it out loud.
She gasps when he presses his thumb against her clit as he continues thrusting.
Jasper glances over his shoulder as Wade pushes himself off the floor and sits in a folding chair that’s about a foot away from mine. Their eyes meet and Jasper tips his chin at his pants then gestures his head to the right.
Wade quietly stands, unbuttons the front and lets the pants fall to the ground. His thick, engorged cock bounces out, as he kicks his turnout gear to the side. Jasper glances down, watching Wade wrap his hand around his hard cock, stroking it from base to tip bringing a bead of pre-cum to the tip.
The feral look in Jasper's eyes matches the wild and carefree attitude he has in his daily life. His jaw slacks open and the way his blown out irises cover his normally bright ocean blue eyes, is like nothing I’ve ever seen before.
He’s got a desperate need for both of them and it’s the first time Jasper doesn’t have the upper hand with Wade.
Wade’s smirk knows it, too. Slowly, he sits down on the chair, slouching down as if he’s getting comfortable as he continues to give his cock attention.
“Oh, fuck, don’t stop,” Abby begs and Jasper immediately turns to look at Abby and stops thrusting.
Abby sucks in a breath. “What the hell?” She pulls at her restraints and bucks her hips.
“Next time I tell you not to come, don’t come.” He reaches over her head and with one hand, unties the knots allowing the rope to unravel from the ladder, freeing her hands.