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My heart hammers in my chest as Keelo draws closer.
Resistance is written across every line of his face, and he hunches his shoulders forward, which I almost never see him do.
But…there’s evidence in his breeches that he isn’t unaffected.
I can see a damp patch, however much he’s trying to hide it with his hand.
Something blossoms to life in my chest. It’s small. So small I can hardly comprehend it, yet I know it’s got the potential to change everything.
Halley continues to crook her finger. Each bend of the digit has Keelo taking another step closer until he’s within arm’s reach.
Halley nudges his cock through the fabric of his breeches with her bare foot, slipping it out of my hammock, and her gentle touch practically sends Keelo to his knees.
He catches himself on his hammock, gripping the fabric until his knuckles pale.
The tiny seed of something inside me grows a fraction larger. I’m breathless with anticipation, scared if I say the wrong thing he’ll storm away. After last night, Keelo leaving is the last thing I want to happen.
Us fucking ourself had been the beginning of something new and exciting. But still fragile. Still so easily ignored or explained away.
With Halley here, it feels more real, somehow. As if deciding to show our feelings for each other in front of another person will solidify them into existence.
“Keelo.” As I say his name, I’m acutely aware of how unbreakable my voice sounds, despite how fast my heart is racing in my chest.
His gaze snaps to my face, his cheeks flushed and his mouth slightly parted to display the pointed tips of his sharp teeth.
“Help Halley remove her breeches.” I leave no room for compromise in my request. It isn’t a question; it isn’t even a suggestion.
For all that we’re equals—for all that Keelo has never before followed one of my commands without argument or question—he does so now. His shaking fingers fumble with the closure of the borrowed breeches, and Halley lifts her hips an inch or so into the air to grant him easier access.
I release a shuddering breath of relief as he slides the fabric down her legs reverentially. Halley might as well be made of glass with how gentle he’s being.
She settles back against me, lifting each of her legs in turn so that Keelo can maneuver the fabric around her feet, and then she stretches, her arms over her head and her toes pointing to the hammock’s far corner.
Immediately Keelo and I are salivating over her.
She could have us eating out of the palm of her hand with the merest suggestion that’s what she wants.
Instead, she skates her hand down her own chest, fluttering her fingers between her breasts, over the round softness of her belly to the crux of her thighs.
Dark hairs hide her cunt from our sight—although, from his place near her legs, I’m thinking Keelo has the advantage of being at the right angle to at least glimpse her hidden treasures.
Halley’s scent is powerful. It might as well have been an aphrodisiac with the sole purpose of binding us to her will, and when she cards her hand through the dark hairs at the crux of her legs, the scent intensifies.
Tension fades from Keelo’s face, and he’s leaning toward her, seeming to have abandoned the last of his uncertainty.
“Keelo.” When I say his name again, I’m hard pressed not to moan. Not to beg him to fuck Halley right here and now in front of me. But…that small feeling taking root inside me is telling me that’s not what Keelo really wants. “You’re not allowed to touch Halley until I give you permission.”
Halley gasps, glancing from Keelo to me, her eyes wide. She’s clearly surprised. I don’t let her distract me, though. I keep my attention on my other half. “Understand?”
Keelo grits his teeth, the tension returning to his expression.
“How soundproof are these walls?” Halley asks.
“Completely. Do you understand?” I repeat my question to Keelo, and as I do, I slide my own hand in between Halley’s legs, taking control of touching her.
Moisture makes her folds slippery, and a short moment of searching has me finding that spot where she’d touched herself last night—a bud that makes her gasp when I apply a little pressure.
Her breathlessness must be as much of a fist on Keelo’s cock as on mine, because we both jerk uncontrollably.
I swear I nearly come, and the damp patch on Keelo’s breeches grows. He’s leaking like a faucet, and I want to be the one to undo him completely.
“I understand,” he whispers between gritted teeth, forcing the words from his mouth by sheer determination.
“Good.” I continue my exploration of Halley, dipping lower and pressing one finger inside her. “This cunt,” I say, talking more to him than to her. “This is where I’m going.”
Keelo chokes.
“What did you think would happen?” I ask, attempting to feign indifference.
Before he can answer, I grip Halley’s hips and lift.
She comes eagerly, kneeling either side of my thighs, her back and ass to Keelo.
I imagine what he must be able to see as I lower her onto my cock.
She slides down slowly, a hand pressed to my chest for leverage, her blunt nails digging into the flesh of my muscle.
“Can you see?” I demand of Keelo, and a hint of desperation finally revels itself in my voice despite my best efforts. I want to know for sure I’m doing the right thing.
“What can you see?” I practically whine when he doesn’t immediately answer, and there’s no disguising my anguish now. No question has ever sounded less like a command.
He answers me anyway, his voice stiff and unyielding, suggesting he’s having as much trouble controlling himself as I’m having. “I can see where you’re joined. I can see the way you’re stretching Halley open. I can see the way she’s dripping down your length.”
“And how does it make you feel?” I can’t see his expression over Halley’s shoulder, not now Keelo has bent forward for a closer examination.
“It m-makes m-me hard.” He chokes on his own truth, but his words are enough to send me over the edge, and I thrust up into Halley with the reckless abandon of a male who’s finally, finally positive his other half isn’t going to reject him.
Who’s now positive these feelings between us are everything I could’ve ever desired. And so much more.
Halley slips a hand between us, seeking her sensitive bud, and I brush her hand away and take over, even as my sac tightens and I spill inside her.
Her thighs contract as her cunt constricts, milking my cock. She throws her head back, her pleasure breathtakingly beautiful.