34. Chapter Thirty-Four
Iwatch through the gap in the door as Callie groans in frustration, and Brad laughs whilst wiping his dripping face along her thigh.
Fisting my cock, I push my jeans further down my thighs as she stands from the bed on wobbly legs and waits for Brad to sit on the edge before she moves between his parted legs.
“Are you sure you want this, Callie?”
I find myself smiling, glad he’s making sure to ask her and not just taking what he wants.
“Yes, I’m sure.” Her voice is hoarse and sensual.
My eyes sweep the length of her body as she reaches over and grabs a condom. She passes it to him, and as he rips the foil packaging with his teeth, I see her glance around the room, her eyes narrowed.
I take a step back from the door when her head turns this way. I know she wouldn’t be able to see me, but I don’t want to chance it.
She needs this. She wants this.
If she saw me, she’d likely stop and feel embarrassed.
So I stand away from the door for a few moments, languidly stroking my cock. When I hear her gasp and Brad curse, I step forward, spying through the small gap again.
Sweet baby Jesus.
My dick turns to stone as my gaze roams over the scene in front of me.
Callie has her back against Brad’s chest. Her head lolled back on his shoulder as she slowly lowers herself on his length.
His hands are gripping her hips so tightly that his knuckles are turning white. Her lips are parted, and her eyes are closed. Her rapid breathing enhances the curve of her tits, and I bite my tongue to contain my groan.
When she’s fully seated on his dick, she gasps and lifts her head, turning it to face him before their lips lock together.
I lower my gaze, watching where they’re connected.
She lifts herself and then drops back down. The sound of her thighs slapping against his fills the room. I fasten the pace of my hand as I tug on my dick whilst watching Brad’s enter Callie.
Her lips disconnect from his, and she starts chanting his name as he lifts his hips from the bed, slamming inside of her.
Fuck this.
I can’t just stand and watch anymore.
I need to be a part of this.
I release my cock and hastily pull my jeans back up, leaving them undone, and then I swing the door open with enough force for it to bang against the wall behind.
Their movements stop, and they both gape at me as I stroll over to them.
“Dude, what the fuck are you doing?”
“Ryker!”
Callie attempts to lift herself from Brad’s lap, but he pulls her back down, eliciting a moan to slip from her lips.
“Don’t stop on my account,” I drawl, stepping closer until I’m in front of Callie. “I got bored of watching, thought it was time to make my presence known.”
Callie’s eyes widen and she sputters. “What the hell are you doing?”
I ignore her question as I drop to my knees and place my hands on her legs, pulling them apart so that I have a clear view of her slick centre.
“What do you say, Pretty Girl? Do you want us both?”
Her head swivels and her ocean eyes dart between Brad and me as she contemplates my offer.
I lift both of her legs and widen them further, hooking them over Brad’s so that she’s spread open for me.
“Do you want both of us, Callie?” I ask again, leaning forward and pressing a chaste kiss to the inside of her thigh.
Callie gasps at the contact, and Brad hisses as his hips buck.
“Fuck, you liked that, didn’t you, cutie? I can feel that pretty little pussy clenching around me.”
“Yes, yes, I want you. I want you both,” she breathes, her fingers digging into Brad’s arms.
Brad and I exchange an understanding look and I offer him a subtle nod before directing my attention back to Callie. He grabs hold of her arms and lifts them, wrapping them around his neck and nuzzling his face into hers.
“Keep your hands up there and relax, Callie. We’ll take care of you.”
Her eyes flare with desire when his hands rest on her hips and he starts grinding into her from below. I watch her face, appreciating her beauty as she lets go of herself and succumbs to the moment.
I lean forward, shoving myself between both of their legs until my face is pressed against her pussy. The smell of her arousal and the sound of Brad’s hips hitting her arse cheeks with each thrust has my dick hardening again.
I peer up at her as I capture her clit with my mouth and watch her body shudder in pleasure. Her taste explodes on my tongue and I hum against her.
“Holy shit!” she shouts, her head falling back and her back arching forward.
Brad wraps an arm around her waist and I place both my hands against the top of her thighs, holding her down and keeping her in place.
I continue lapping at her clit, circling it with my tongue, flicking it, and sucking it.
Her legs clench and start to tremor. Brad’s thrusts become more powerful and erratic.
I reach down and slip my hands into my trousers, pumping my hand along my dick and relieving some of the pressure that’s slowly building in my abdomen.
“I’m gonna cum!”
Callie’s gasped words have me groaning. and my dick weeps as my balls draw up, ready for release.
Something slaps underneath my chin, and I instantly draw my head back. A noise of disgust leaving my mouth.
“Okay, fuck this, we’re switching positions,” I spit.
“Not again,” Callie whines, circling her hips, trying to chase the orgasm that she was so close to a few moments ago.
“His fucking balls hit me in the face! I’m all for sharing, but that was too much. I’m not going back down there!”
Brad’s eyes go comically wide and his cheeks redden whilst Callie pouts in disappointment.
“Stand up and bend over for me, Pretty Girl.”