Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
Regi
T he sound of a door slamming shut jolted me awake. At first, I was slightly disoriented, but as I looked around the dark room. My heart ratcheted up and I started my calming mantra. I’m alive. I’m safe. I’m alive.
I repeated those words several time, until I realized we had to be at the destination Decker was so hush-hush about.
As I slowly slipped out of bed, my foot snagged on my bag’s strap and I stumbled. I caught myself just in time and sat hard on the edge of the mattress. My heart hammering again, I took a deep breath, and that was when I heard it. A moan.
I stilled, closed my eyes and listened. There it was again.
Nosy me needed to know where the sounds were coming from—and who was making them. I tracked the noises to the bedroom across the way from me.
As I stood before the door, more moans—quieter than the earlier moans, came from the room. Could it be Krew, or Decker—could it be both? The idea of those two gorgeous men getting each other off had my lower region curling tight and the sudden need to touch myself pulsed to life.
It had long been a dream of mine to watch them—to see how they loved each other. Touched each other. Sure, I’d browsed those kinds of porn sites once or twice, but this was Krew and Decker. They were my ultimate fantasy.
As I reached for the doorknob, I paused, questioning if my morals were on the wrong foot. Did I have the right to intrude into their private moment? Or did I have the right to watch them?
I marched back to my room, steadfast to block out the sounds they were making. But at the threshold, the yearning I had for these boys—these men, had my belly flipping about like a drunk gymnast and I turned right back around.
My hand on the doorknob, I oh-so-slowly turned it and opened the door enough to see what Krew and Decker were doing.
I sucked in a breath, then quickly clamped my hand over my mouth. The view of them touching, licking, sucking…
Oh, God.
Krew was on the bed, spread out, all gloriously naked. Every bit of his tatted flesh exposed. Jesus, he was big—so was his cock. Erect and hard. I swallowed hard, imagining what it would be like to take that badboy down my throat or… Elsewhere. Suddenly, my mouth watered for a taste.
My eyes shifted to Decker, who was sitting on Krew’s chest—he was equally beautiful. and bare assed, while they were… What was Decker… Looking at me.
Was I loud? The door didn’t make a sound. Yet, his eyes were trained on the door I opened. He then moved off of Krew and repositioned himself next to Krew’s head. I sucked in a breath. His cock was equally impressive.
“Shhh,” Decker hushed, his attention was back on Krew.
My heart went into a full gallop when Krew turned his head and took Decker’s dick down his throat.
I couldn’t breathe—too caught up on seeing Krew’s mouth full of Decker’s length, and Decker’s hand wrapped around Krew’s monster cock, stroking it.
Desire exploded like an atomic bomb in my core, and I was engulfed with fiery lust and need that I wanted to rush inside and join them.
Instead, I stayed rooted in the hallway, slid my hand into my pants and rubbed my pulsating clit.
I leaned against the doorframe for stability, peeking through the three-inch gap like it was my personal voyeuristic window—just watching them get each other off.
My pussy throbbed. I was so wet, but I needed more. I slipped two fingers easily inside me and tried to fuck myself. A groan slid past my lips, and I quickly clenched my teeth tight and rode the building frenzy.
“Don’t come until I tell you to,” Decker commanded. Who was he talking to? I could’ve sworn he was talking to me—demanding me to listen. Whether he spoke to Krew or me, I was not to come.
I listened, and I kept touching myself until I was near the breaking point. Yet, his verbal crooning nearly undid me.
I closed my eyes, and worked my fingers faster, pinching my swollen clit, before sliding them back inside me. I didn’t care if I looked like some deprived slut, getting off to two guys.
“Do you see me?” Decker’s words slammed into me, my eyes snapped open and our gazes met. I couldn’t turn away. I was so caught up on what he was doing to Krew that I almost missed his next word. “Come.”
Decker’s final command sank in. I threw back my head, my eyes shut tight, and I came so hard that I saw stars behind my eyelids. Ecstasy turned me into a cloud—light and airy. I was floating—literally floating on my bliss.
I couldn’t believe I had just climaxed while watching Krew and Decker give each other blowjobs. They were so damn hot, that thinking of the two of them again, I was ready to come a second time.
Jesus, I need help . Maybe my mother was right and I am wicked .
These men—who I’d never had sex with gave me the best damn orgasm of my life. What would happen if I let them touch me, fill me up—front to back—like I’ve seen in one of those pornos. Let them love on me like I wished for many times in those dark moments of loneliness and self-deprecating sorrow.
Gah! Get a grip. That will never happen. These men aren’t yours anymore.
I got a hold of myself, straightened away from the doorway and quietly closed the door. I rushed back into my room and hoped neither Decker nor Krew heard me.
Even though my clit was still pulsing from the orgasm I’d given myself, my heart was pounding out of my chest from a different adrenalin high. I leaned against the door; a sigh escaped my lips in relief at not getting caught.
Too tired to think, I climbed back into bed, closed my eyes and let exhaustion drag me back to sleep.