55. Scott
CHAPTER 55
Scott
A thena jumps up from her dining room chair and practically pulls Ophie to her feet by her hair. She lets out a gurgled noise as her head snaps back. The two women eye each other with such heated need, such desperate, unreserved desire that my already rock-hard dick somehow gets harder.
“Verbal consent,” Ophelia grins up at Athena. “Grabbing me by the hair and shoving your tongue in my mouth isn’t quite enough.” She jerks her chin at me. “We need it out loud.”
I’m sure she’s right. I’m sure there are kink rules I’m not following that I should be, but every drop of blood in my body is pooled in my cock as it strains against the zipper in my jeans.
I don’t care if Ophelia thinks I’m a two-pump chump, but I don’t want Athena to somehow feel guilty for the fact my balls are about to explode in my pants.
It’s been a while.
“De acuerdo.”
I’m not letting her get away with speaking in Spanish. “En inglés, amor.”
I feel the look she casts across the table at me in every cell in my entire body. She rachets up my core temperature another few degrees.
“Sí, Papi.” The word slips from her lips like melted butter, sending a jolt of impatience scrambling up my spine.
“I consent.” Athena draws out each and every syllable slowly, like she knows the more she delays, the more she’s driving me mad. As she speaks, she lowers her face to the smiling face of Ophelia’s.
But she doesn’t kiss her. She simply stares.
Part of me wants to intervene, to call the whole thing off. If my girl’s not ready, then this whole thing is a no-go. Will she tell me if she’s not really ready? Will she stop the situation if she’s uncomfortable?
She’d better.
I’m trusting her to.
She sweeps Ophie’s purple hair behind her ear, a subtle but intimate gesture, her fingers skimming Ophelia’s cheekbone. As if the skin to skin affects her as much as it did me, Ophelia sucks in a gasp.
Athena drags her nose along Ophelia’s jaw, still gripping her hair with her hand, holding her in place. “You smell so good.”
Watching Athena touching someone else who is aching for my girlfriend to touch her… it’s exquisite. She’s comfortable, confident, and I bet if I dipped my fingers into her pussy, she’d be soaking wet.
Once the image is in my head, I can’t get it out.
Fuck.
My fingers twitch.
Athena sweeps her lips against Ophelia’s in a quick, featherlight brush that draws a whimper from Ophie. The way Athena’s controlling the situation has me leaking into my pants but also makes me grateful to Ophelia for giving Athena what she needs.
Right now, she needs control. Not for a naughty, little thrill, but because of what she’s been through. She needs to be the one making the decisions, the one who holds the power, and fortunately for us both, Ophelia is only too eager to take it how it comes.
My balls throb as Ophelia reaches up to caress Athena’s cheek, her eyes pleading with Athena to seal her lips against hers.
Ophelia’s face softens to a serene expression, inviting, safe, like she’s trying to tell Athena she’s okay. When their lips finally connect, I hiss out a slow breath, already unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans. I can’t sit here trapped in this denim crotch cage for a single moment more.
I shuck them down my legs as Athena’s gentle, cautious kiss turns to something deeper, something hungrier.
Within seconds, Athena’s fingers spear into Ophelia’s hair, and Ophelia grabs at Athena, clawing at her between kisses and fractured breaths.
I haven’t watched porn in a couple years but shit ain’t got nothin’ on these two women in front of me.
Ophelia stands up, Athena strides her backward. When Ophie’s back connects with the wall, the door vibrates. If Athena had picture frames in the dining room, they’d have rattled. It’s not gentle, but it’s not aggressive either. It’s impatient, fraught, urgent.
When Athena finally comes up for air, she kisses a trail along Ophelia’s jaw and down the column of her neck. Ophie’s head drops back against the wall, giving Athena more room to explore.
My hands cramp with the weight of restraint. I want to touch Athena from behind. I ache to cup her tits, pinch her tight, little nipples, and slip my hand down the front of her pants.
I want to see how wet she gets from kissing Ophelia knowing I’m over here watching.
Grinding the heel of my hand against my cock makes my hips rise from the chair but I can’t help myself. Fuck.
Sweat’s already beading across my brow, my precum is leaking through my shorts.
They both agreed I could watch, they both said it was fine if I jerked off while I watched them, but I don’t think any of us predicted how close I’d be to blowing my load while they’re kissing.
The moaning, the sound of lips smacking against each other, the way Athena navigates the female form with her lips and hands with such confidence, it’s alluring, compelling, intoxicating.
Athena’s palm drops to Ophelia’s waist, she slides her hand back and forth along the swell of her hip, but she doesn’t move her hand lower or lift the hem of her shirt.
From the hungry way Athena’s nipping at Ophie’s lips, it’s not because she doesn’t want the woman naked. As if she senses Athena’s reluctance, Ophelia pushes Athena back enough to cross her arms, grab her hem, and pull her shirt off.
I love my girlfriend with all I have, she’s the only woman I want to spend the rest of my life with. But watching Ophelia drop her shirt on the floor, seeing her nipples pebble for my woman through her sheer bra, the little smirk she offers by way of invitation to Athena. I can’t… I can’t breathe, I can’t move, I can’t hold it in anymore.
They aren’t doing this for me. I know that. But I can’t help being turned on. They’re so goddamn gorgeous together.
I can’t fight needing release. They’re so fucking hot. My muscles are primed, my skin’s scorching hot, and as I fist my cock, beads of precum trickle down my shaft.
For some reason, I thought I would be chill in this situation. But here and now, I have zero chill. Zero chill and bursting balls.
I bite the inside of my cheek to stop from making any noise. I don’t want to draw attention from them and onto me. It’s not about me.
Super cool.
Ophelia’s hips buck off the wall as Athena’s lips skitter over the line of Ophie’s lace bra and her hand caresses her ribs. She’s not waiting for my Bright Eyes to move faster, instead, Ophelia grabs Athena’s roaming hand and shoves it to her crotch.
When Athena squeezes Ophelia’s pussy through her pants, drawing a guttural moan from her, I can’t fight the grunt that bursts out of me.
Thankfully, neither of them turns my way, but Athena does break the kiss. When her wild eyes find me, she gives me a lazy smile, her lips all swollen. “We’re moving into the bedroom.”
Ophelia’s forehead drops onto Athena’s shoulder, her body heaving. “Thank God.” She giggles. “I’m going to die if you don’t touch me, Athena.”
Ophelia’s vulnerability, the way she’s telling Athena what she needs almost drives me over the edge, but somehow, I pull back. It’s not time for me to come yet.