Chapter 6
Eyes On Me Pretty Boy
He said I had an hour, and I spent every fucking minute of it second-guessing whether or not I should do this. Anticipation heightens my senses to the point that I can hear them in the hallway before I’ve pressed my keycard against the lock to open it.
“Oh, fuck! I’ve missed you, baby,” a feminine voice moans through the door, causing me to hesitate again.
If you cross the line, there’s no going back.
“Isn’t your teammate going to join us?” Brooks’ little plaything asks.
Fuck it.
I practically slam the keycard against the lock, swinging the door open to find Brooks buck naked and tweaking the woman’s nipples while she strokes his cock while wearing only a pink satin thong.
It’s a sight I can’t look away from, though I find myself questioning why instead of focusing on the way her dusty rose nipples harden beneath his touch, I’m fixated on the way her fist works up and down as she pumps his long, thick length.
And why, instead of focusing on the way she’s positioned with her head nearly falling off the side of the mattress and thinking that’d be the perfect way for her to take me deep into her throat, I’m staring with hooded eyes at Brooks’ ink that wraps around his torso, leading right to the smattering of hair just below his navel that leads to his impressive dick.
“He’ll probably chicken out. He’s all talk,” Brooks tells her.
Instead of making myself known, I quietly shut the door behind me and toe off my shoes in the entryway of the room.
“Aw, that’s too bad. You know how much I love when you share,” she whines in a way that’s actually kind of adorable instead of annoying.
“I’m sorry to disappoint, Warren,” I drawl from the darkened entryway, stepping out of the shadows and shoving my hands in the pockets of my jeans. “This might be a foreign concept to you, but I’m a man of my word. I said I’d be here, and here I am.”
“Yeah, well, you’ll have to forgive me for assuming a guy with such a huge stick up his ass would actually participate in a threesome.” I shrug off Brooks’ remark. He’s an ass, but I’m far too turned on and intrigued by the scene in front of me to turn back now.
It’s not typical for me to drink in season, but I need something to take the edge off, so I make my way to the mini bar in the far corner of the hotel room and pour myself a glass of two whiskey shooters.
“I see you’ve started without me, but should we have Deidre sign an NDA?” I question.
Deidre snorts at that. “Already done. I know the drill,” she assures me.
Instead of shooting back the whiskey, I take a seat on the chair in the corner of the room and sit back lazily, taking in the show before me.
Even with my gaze fixed on Deidre’s luscious breasts, I can feel Brooks’ eyes on me. It’s only when he lets out a deep chuckle that I shift my gaze to his. He shakes his head at me and says, “That’s the cuck chair.”
Narrowing my eyes at him, I ask, “The what?”
“Come on, you have to have heard the term before. You’re sitting in the cuck chair.
Everyone knows the random arm chair in the corner of a hotel room is referred to as the cuck chair where someone sits to watch the significant other get off with another person,” Brooks explains while Deidre continues pumping his length in her hand.
“Does that mean I get to call the shots? Or do most cucks remain quiet?”
“Oh, are you the domineering type of guy?” Deidre asks with excitement evident in her tone.
“Yeah. That alright with you, Princess?” I ask her.
Deidre bites her lip at my use of a pet name for her, but Brooks scoffs. “Princess? Guess that’s fitting considering you’re the Prince Charming of baseball.”
“Shut up and climb onto the bed between her legs,” I tell him gruffly, fed up with his theatrics.
I’m shocked when Brooks complies, rounding the bed before kneeling between Deidre’s thighs.
My stomach tightens as blood rushes straight to my cock.
Who knew Brooks Warren could listen? Color me surprised as hell.
The smirk he gives does something to me I can’t decipher, or maybe it’s that I don’t want to.
“You just going to sit there and watch like a voyeur, Pretty Boy? Unless that’s your thing.
I can be down for that too,” Brooks taunts, quirking a skeptical brow at me.
The smug look on his face, combined with the way he reaches down and continues tweaking Deidre’s nipple, has me gripping my thickening length over my jeans.
I’m hyper fixated on the way his large hands and deft fingers flick her nipples, and I find myself momentarily consumed with thoughts of his calloused fingers tracing a path over my own and down to my suddenly throbbing cock.
What the fuck? Where the hell did that mental image come from?
Needing to erase those thoughts, I shoot back my glass of whiskey and let out a huff as the liquor burns its way down my throat.
“Kiss me,” Deidre murmurs to Brooks, reaching for his face.
I don’t miss the way he hesitates to grant her request at first, shifting his eyes to me momentarily before leaning down and capturing her lips in a kiss that looks as sensual as it does possessive.
Their kiss turns heated, and I watch with rapt attention as Brooks grinds his hips against Deidre’s. I squeeze my length hard through my jeans to find some relief, but it’s no use. I’m too restrained and entirely too pent up to continue sitting back and watching.
“Eat her pussy, War.” I rasp the command.
They break from their kiss, and the two of them look over at me with lustful eyes and playful smiles. Brooks shifts back and shoulders himself between Deidre’s thighs. He places a delicate kiss over her thong before sliding the fabric to the side and licking a long stroke through her slit.
“So fucking good.” The groan he lets out from her taste sends a bolt of lust straight through me.
Brooks circles her opening before thrusting two fingers inside her, causing Deidre’s back to arch off the bed as she throws her head back in pleasure. When she turns her head and beckons me over to join them, it’s all too much yet not nearly enough at the same time.
I set the glass down on the table and stand abruptly from my seat in the corner before pulling my shirt over my head and tossing it to the floor.
Moving to the bedside where Deidre’s head is lolled off the edge, I grip her chin and lift it so her gaze is fixed directly where I want her to focus her attention.
Deidre understands my unspoken request, reaching for my belt and unbuckling it before flicking open the button of my jeans. I push her hands aside as I finish stripping bare.
“Woah, big guy.” Deidre looks down at Brooks. “We’re going to have a lot of fun with this one.”
When I chance a glance at him, I find Brooks’ darkened gaze fixed on me. He manages to give me a devilish smirk, adding a wink for good measure, all while continuing to eat her out.
I find myself biting back my groan of approval, but it slips loose when Deidre roughly strokes my cock before guiding it to her lips.
She places a delicate kiss on the head of my dick before licking a path from the base of my shaft to the tip, where she swirls her tongue before taking me deep in her throat.
My hips thrust forward on instinct, causing her to inhale deeply through her nose so she can take more of me.
The more Deidre works my cock, the more intensely Brooks eats her pussy, pumping his fingers in and out of her quicker and quicker, the sounds of her wetness filling the room until she moans around my length as her body convulses just before she squirts all over Brooks’ face.
He continues to suck her clit as she rides out her orgasm, but the sight of his cocky, self-assured smile when he sits back on his heels has me leaking precum down Deidre’s throat.
Brooks reaches back to the bedside table where he’s placed a box of condoms. He grabs one and sits back on his heels again as he rips it open with his teeth, spitting the sliver of foil and tossing the rest of the wrapper off to the side before rolling it over his thick length.
I’m far too entranced watching him work his thighs beneath Deidre’s before lining himself up at her entrance.
“You ready for me, Princess?” he asks her, and my dick twitches in her mouth at his use of my nickname for her.
Deidre nods her head while her mouth remains wrapped around my length.
Brooks thrusts into her before throwing his head back and letting out a deep, guttural groan as if he’s in ecstasy. If that’s what he sounds like just entering her, what kinds of noises does he make when he comes? Fuck! Why do I care? What is happening to me?
I distract myself by kneading Deidre’s breast in my palm—she’s the perfect handful.
“Always so wet for me.” Brooks’ hands grip her hips so tightly he’ll likely leave marks as he begins brutally pistoning his hips.
The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes off the walls, met by our heavy breathing that harmonizes into a sinful melody between us.
I’m not sure I’ve ever been this turned on in my life.
I roughly pinch Deidre’s nipple between my fingers at the same time as Brooks uses his thumb to rub circles over her clit as if he’s made it his mission to give her as many orgasms as humanly possible.
Within moments, Deidre is pulling her mouth from my cock to let out a shrill cry as she comes for a second time.
Brooks’ eyes trail me as I walk around the bed to his nightstand and grab a condom from the pack.
I’m quick to roll it onto my length before setting a knee on the bed, but I freeze, hesitating with my decision to be this close to a naked Brooks as he continues to thrust in and out of her pussy.
He smells like sex and transgressions, and I have to hold myself back from breathing him deeper into my lungs.
“Step aside. My turn,” I grind out, sounding far more hostile than I should in this moment of shared pleasure. But I can’t help it; I’m frustrated as hell at these confusing feelings of lust building inside of me.
Brooks pulls out of her, and his shoulder brushes mine as he stands from the bed. I do my best to ignore the goosebumps that rise in the wake of his accidental touch, but I can’t stop my body’s reaction to it. I curse beneath my breath as I trade places with Brooks.
He sheds himself of his condom, tossing it on my nightstand, and I narrow my eyes at it in disgust. By now he knows I prefer things clean and tidy, and it’s as if he makes it his mission to dirty things up at my expense.
Brooks looks at me, waggling his eyebrows and bringing his bottom lip between his teeth as his cheeks curve up into a devious smirk.
“On your hands and knees,” I say gruffly to Deidre.
She does as I told her to, facing Brooks while arching her back to give me the perfect view of her round ass and dripping pussy.
Deidre reaches for his length, roughly stroking it before bringing it to her mouth.
I scoot closer to her before lining myself up and pushing inside her, slowly giving her inch by inch as I pull out and press my hips forward until she finally takes nearly all of me.
She wasn’t wrong—I’m well endowed, but she manages to take more of my eight inches than most women have.
I grip her hip with one hand and slap her creamy ass with the other. “You were right. Her pussy is so good, so wet, but you didn’t mention how tight she is.” Making eye contact with Brooks, my cock throbs inside her pussy. “You’re squeezing me so tight,” I tell her through gritted teeth.
She pulls off Brooks’ dick with a pop and begs, “More! Please!”
Finding my rhythm, I grip her hips with both hands and give her exactly that.
My eyes roll to the back of my head as I continue to pound into Deidre’s pussy, but when I suddenly find myself wishing it was Brooks’ fist I was thrusting into, I hesitate. Shooting my eyes open wide to banish those thoughts, I’m met with Brooks’ fiery eyes on me.
Without breaking eye contact, he grabs the back of Deidre’s head and begins pistoning his hips faster.
I find myself matching his punishing rate when he says, “You gonna come in her tight pussy while I come down her throat, Sin? Let’s make her collateral damage for when Sin meets War.”
Looking down at her pussy, I squeeze my eyes shut and try to focus on the fact that it’s Deidre I’m fucking and push the fantasy of it being Brooks to the far recesses of my mind never to think of again. But it’s impossible when Brooks growls, “No. Eyes on me when you come, Pretty Boy.”
My gaze shoots to his, and those lustful, forbidden fantasies of me fucking Brooks, not Deidre, consume me as his blazing gaze stays focused on me. Need fills me as pleasure courses through my blood, and I can feel my impending orgasm.
When he nods at me, it’s as if he can read my mind, somehow knowing I’m thinking of him.
And when he bites his plush bottom lip and tilts his chin back to expose his Adam’s apple, all while keeping eye contact, I thrust once, twice, three times before I’m coming with an intensity I’ve never felt before.
What in the actual fuck was that? And why do I find myself wishing for it to happen again sooner rather than later?