Chapter 5 The Awakening
The Awakening
BAZ
Lanie’s complete confidence baffled me. Yes, she was beautiful.
Her hair was a slow-burning auburn. She simmered with sexual chemistry, but at only about five feet tall, she was unimposing.
It was the way she carried herself—strong, resolute, a little aggressive—that commanded a room. She had a presence few women matched.
I arrived at Caleb’s guest room slightly after they’d left to avoid any concerns about why we ran off together.
I planned to go back down in a bit after my itch was scratched, but I assumed I’d only want her more after this.
Indeed, seeing her in the buff—her whole curvy, lithe body on display—only made me want to take her more.
I’d settle for this. Her tits alone were worth it.
I didn’t disrobe, choosing to behave myself in a corner chair.
It wasn’t the first time I’d watched someone else fuck a woman I fancied, but it was the first time I’d let my mate do the honors.
Her eyes met mine for a moment before she turned back to Caleb.
They kissed, standing completely naked in the quiet of it all.
Caleb was nervous. He needed to relax, something Lanie sensed.
“Lie down,” She beckoned, laying on the bed.
Caleb followed orders, deliberately ignoring me. This wasn’t his bag, but he didn’t want me to have her. She played with his half-hard cock, trying to urge him along, He wasn’t unimpressive. I now understood more how the man managed to find women like Lanie—if only for a moment.
“Would help it if I blew you?” Lanie asked, slowly pumping his shaft.
“Yes,” Caleb said.
She said nothing, straddling his leg and settling in to blow him.
From where I sat, all I could see was her ass—slightly in the air—and her mostly-bare pussy.
If I didn’t respect their boundaries, I would have eaten her out right then and there.
I wondered what she tasted like. I bet she was sweet.
By the time she began to suck him off in earnest, I was already testing the boundaries of my trousers.
I tossed my jacket aside and loosened my tie.
Lanie moaned as I assumed she took him deep in her mouth. I wanted to move forward and rub her clit so badly. The sound of her sucking almost set me off. Caleb let out a low, “Oh, fuck,” while they ignored their audience.
Without so much as asking, Lanie climbed astride him, her ass still facing me. “Condom?”
Caleb panicked, finding one he’d stashed in the nightstand, and handed it to Lanie.
She slipped it on his cock—out of sight—then slipped him back inside her with a satisfied gasp.
I could only slightly see the outline of her right breast as she ground on Caleb’s cock.
She moaned, then began to pant. She was going to get herself off.
I said nothing. I behaved myself, remaining still and silent.
She leaned forward, gripping the headboard and growled.
“Oh, fuck.”
She was about to cum.
“Yes! Oh, God, Caleb! Your cock… is… so… good,” she could barely breathe through her words.
Then, Lanie let out a loud shriek, throwing her head back. She growled as she came back down. Caleb pressed on, pumping her body by her bare hips. I unbuttoned my shirt. She was so greedy, so free, and so damn confident. It pained me to resist this woman.
LANIE
I couldn’t focus on Baz from this angle, but felt his eyes bore into my back the whole time I focused on Caleb.
I did this to torture him, even if I was having fun on his friend’s willing cock.
I’d gotten off once, but I wanted more. This time, I longed for the satisfaction of watching Baz’s tortured expression.
So, I stopped Caleb well before he came.
“Fuck me from behind,” I pleaded. “I want your friend to see what he’s missing. I want him to feel bad about it.”
“Yes, of course,” Caleb agreed.
I crawled onto all fours, offering my pussy to Caleb while staring Baz dead in the eyes.
I wanted to watch his expression as his friend thrust inside me.
I wanted to punish him for using me in a deal.
I wasn’t going to give him twenty-five-million-pounds of satisfaction.
He’d know better than to tangle with me.
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned as Caleb settled in, slowly entering me and gripping my hips hard.
“Good?” Caleb asked, as if trying to prove something.
“So good,” I looked back at him.
Looking at Baz, I got nary a word. He studied me like a painter might a subject, playing with his stubble only feet from me. I could hear it as his thumbed his chin, trying to distract himself. I bet he was hard as a rock and wishing he were where Caleb was now. In fact, I lived for that thought.
I decided to make it worse. “Oh, Caleb, fuck me. You’re so good!”
I said it loud—loud enough for the house to hear, gasping as he picked up speed.
Caleb moved one hand down and around to my clit.
I parted my legs wider as he slowly ran two fingers over it.
The view of Baz enraptured with Caleb inside me was good, but adding this play was better.
I longed to cum hard. And when I did, I would scream Caleb’s name again to anger Baz more.
“Oh, God, Caleb! Fuck me! Fuck me harder!” I screamed.
He pounded into me with great force, bouncing my tits in every direction with every thrust. I came, eyes rolling back.
I barely stayed up on all fours, but I couldn’t resist giving over to how good Caleb made me feel.
I looked up to see Baz leaning forward—head on his hands which were propped up on his knees. He hung on my every moan.
“Are you enjoying this?” I panted. “Watching him make me lose myself? Watching him give me pleasure?”
“Very, very much,” Baz answered with a raspy voice.
“It’s what you deserve,” I turned back to Caleb. “You’re amazing, baby. Pull my hair.”
“Oh, she likes it rough,” Caleb spanked my ass.
I pushed my legs closer together to give him more room to deepen his thrust. Head pulled slightly back, I never dropped eye contact. Every thrust tickled my G-spot. Every pump brought me closer. And then as I realized Baz was lowly rolling his thumb over his cock through his pants, I crossed over.
Drunk on power, I lost myself in the way Baz watched.
I may have had Caleb balls-deep inside me, but I couldn’t focus on him.
My gaze trained on Baz, I thought about what I did to him.
The control overcame me. On paper, the scene was between Caleb and I.
Baz was an onlooker. The connection with Baz was the only thing I cared about.
“Oh, fuck,” I growled. “Oh God! Yes!”
My eyes rolled back, but before I could realign them with Baz’s lurid gaze, he jetted off to the ensuite.
As Caleb continued to fuck me—getting closer to his own climax—I heard Baz let out a low, long grunt.
In the span of only seconds, I made two men cum.
It was a high I’d not expected, but damn it was delicious.
Caleb was the loyal surrogate who I’d brought physically to orgasm.
Baz came only thinking about what I might be like.
I’d never done something like this. Though I expected to feel guilt over this use of Caleb’s cock while my mind was elsewhere, I only felt satisfaction.
Baz’s gaze unlocked something deep inside me I couldn’t name yet.
Caleb dropped my hair, gripping my hips and moaning, “Oh, fuck! I’m cumming.”
I turned my head. “Good boy.”
He pulled out and tapped me a little on one ass cheek as Baz returned, zipping his fly.
I lay on the bed now, looking up at him upside down.
“Are you quite satisfied, Ms. Day?” He asked.
“Yes, quite,” I answered. “You were both very good boys.”