Chapter Five #2
Hangman sat up, dragging Charlotte off the seat to join him on the floor.
Ignoring her spluttering with surprise, he forcefully rolled her over until she was on all fours.
I watched as he snatched a first aid kit from beneath the seat and turfed the contents all over the floor.
He grasped a small, foil square – a condom – and ripped it open with his teeth.
“I didn’t say I was done,” Charlotte grumbled, a smirk playing on her lips. Despite her complaining, she remained in place, waiting as Hangman swiftly sheathed his cock.
Finally, Hangman leant in over her and gently grasped her throat. He brought his lips down to her ear. “Good thing I wasn’t asking for your permission then, hm?”
His hips snapped forward and in one rough thrust he slammed into Charlotte. A ragged moan burst from her, arms shaking as she struggled to hold her weight. From this angle, I could see everything and when Hangman’s eyes met with mine through the camera, I shuddered.
“You don’t come until she does, clear?”
I nodded, not thinking clearly enough to realise he couldn’t see me.
“Answer me.”
“Y-yes.”
Hangman let a sexy grin creep onto his face. With a deep, sinful growl, he said the words that never failed to set me alight.
“Good boy.”
My cock throbbed and a strangled moan slipped between my lips, my hand flying to grasp my shaft.
Despite how my hips lifted of their own accord, I held my cock tightly, not allowing myself to begin stroking just yet.
I wasn’t going to last long once I did, and I was determined to behave.
I wanted to show Hangman just how good I could be.
“Relay is mine,” Charlotte groaned. “Don’t go getting ideas above your station.”
“Sorry, force of habit,” Hangman replied nonchalantly as he began to rock his hips back and forth. “How’s that? Good?”
Charlotte’s body quivered, growing steadily more and more boneless with each powerful thrust. She didn’t respond, not with words at least, but even I could tell how much she was enjoying everything Hangman was doing.
“You’re fucking soaked,” he growled at her, before his eyes jumped up to look at me. “You might not have to hold back for too long after all, hm?”
For a moment, no one spoke. My earpiece was flooded with the slapping of skin, harsh breaths and soft moans.
It was maddening, making my body tingle and heart thunder.
My resolve steadily began to crumble and when a bead of precum trickled down over my fingers I allowed myself to thrust up in the tight hold I had on my shaft.
“So close. Touch me,” Charlotte groaned, pushing back into Hangman’s brutal rhythm.
Instead of doing as he was told, Hangman slipped his hand down her arm to hers. She let him entwine their fingers and he guided it between her thighs.
“I’m a bit busy. You’ll do it yourself.”
Fuck, the way he spoke to her… I gritted my teeth, cock pulsing in my hand. To my surprise, Charlotte didn’t argue, just moaned as her fingers began to stroke back and forth.
“That’s so fucking good,” Hangman grunted, his thrusting growing rougher still. “I can feel you squeezing me. Let’s see if we can get that sweet, little pussy coming, hm?”
“Yes, yes!” Charlotte hissed. “Fuck me!”
Hangman groaned, letting his head fall back, even as his eyes found mine through the camera. “Fuck I wish I could see what you look like right now. I bet that fucking face of yours is looking so sexy.”
I moaned, a strangled, tight noise, enjoying how that sent a shudder rippling through Hangman’s body on my screen.
“How is it?” he rasped. “Hard as fucking nails for me by now, right?”
God, how much longer was I going to have to hold out? My desperation reached new heights, cock twitching with even the smallest of movements.
“Talk to me,” he growled in my ear.
“S-so hard,” I spluttered, a breathless laugh escaping me. “I’m making a bit of a mess.”
A surprisingly needy moan came in response. “What I wouldn’t fucking give to help you clean up. I’d suck it clean for you.”
I released my grip on my shaft, hand flying away as the threat of orgasm lingered on the fringes of my mind. I was breathing hard, eyes screwed tight as I willed it back. Not yet… Not yet!
“God!” Charlotte cried. “Hearing you boys talk to one another like that… It’s too much.”
“You like that?” Hangman asked. Mercifully, his attention returned to Charlotte, giving me the breathing room I so desperately needed.
“There’s a lot more where that came from.
You’re right, I want to share your pet, but this”—he smacked his hand down on her behind—“is pretty special, too. You’re a naughty girl, getting off when you should be working, hm? ”
“The naughtiest,” Charlotte purred, her eyes rolling back. “O-oh, fuck! I’m coming!”
“C’mon, give it to me.” Those intense eyes flickered to me once again as he jerked his chin up. “You too. You ready to show me that cum?”
I hadn’t even realised my hand was on my cock until I was fisting it furiously.
As Charlotte tensed up on my screen, a ragged moan ripping free from her chest, I sucked in a breath and stilled.
My abs jerked and tightened with the force of my climax, shooting ropes of cum all over my shirt.
Thank fuck I had a clean spare hanging on the back of my door.
“Shit, that’s it,” Hangman breathed. “Jesus, that’s something special. I’ve got her wet and hot, squeezing the shit out of me and you moaning like a little bitch in my ear. Shit… Shit.”
I was shaking all over, barely able to breathe or think as I watched Hangman push deep inside Charlotte. Just as mine had done, his abs tightened up with the strength of his release and I quivered in response.
No one spoke. As my blood re-routed itself back into my brain and post-nut clarity hit, I was awash with a myriad of confusing feelings.
Charlotte and I had finished in unison, and I found that strangely endearing.
I felt connected to her in a way I never had been with anyone else and even with nearly five-thousand miles between us, I felt the warmth of affection blooming in my chest, and yet before I could bask in it, shame, hot and sharp, sliced it.
I barely knew Hangman. He was hot as hell and spoke to me on a level I hadn’t even known was there, and yet I felt ashamed that I had allowed him to coax out this side of me.
This was something Charlotte and I did together.
I felt torn that a stranger had come between us like this.
It appeared I was the only one feeling that way though. When Hangman pulled himself out of Charlotte, she looked back at him over her shoulder, flushed and sweaty. They grinned at one another.
“You’re hired.”