Chapter 7
Griffin
I sat at my desk staring at spreadsheets I'd stopped seeing an hour ago.
I pushed back from my desk and rubbed my eyes.
This was fine. I'd told her to do this. I'd practically gift-wrapped my girlfriend and handed her to another man. This was what I wanted.
Wasn't it?
"You're still here?" Marcus appeared in my doorway, jacket already on. "Go home, man. The servers aren't going anywhere."
"Just finishing up."
"You've been 'finishing up' for three hours." He studied me. "Everything okay?"
"Fine."
"That's convincing." He shrugged. "Don't burn out, Griffin. Whatever it is, it'll keep."
He left. I stared at my blank monitor.
My ex, Claire, had cheated on me for eight months before I found out.
Everyone knew except me. I'd been the idiot smiling at dinner parties while she fucked her personal trainer in our bed.
The humiliation had been worse than the heartbreak, being the last to know, the fool who couldn't see what was right in front of him.
I'd told myself that's why I'd made Maya this offer. I'd rather know than be deceived. I'd rather watch than wonder.
But sitting here in my empty office, I wasn't sure that was the whole truth anymore.
I closed my laptop and grabbed my keys.
* * *
I parked on the street instead of the driveway. I don't know why. Some instinct that told me to approach quietly.
Ivan's Harley sat next to Maya's car. The living room lights were off, but the bedroom window glowed faintly through the curtains.
My heart was pounding. I could turn around. Go to a bar. Give them privacy. That's what a normal person would do.
I got out of the car and walked toward the house.
The front door was unlocked. I slipped inside, easing it shut behind me. The house was dark except for the light spilling down the staircase. And the sounds.
Maya's voice. Muffled, but unmistakable. A moan that made my stomach clench.
I should announce myself. Call out. Let them know I'm home.
Instead, I put my hand on the banister and started climbing the stairs.
* * *
Each step felt louder than the last. My pulse got louder in my ears. I shouldn't. This was wrong. This was...
The bedroom door was open. Just a few inches. Just enough.
I stopped at the top of the stairs. My fingers gripped into the railing hard.
Turn around. Go back downstairs. Wait in the kitchen. Give them privacy.
Maya moaned again. Louder this time. "Ivan..."
My feet moved before I made a decision. Three steps down the hallway. Two more. Then I was at the door, angling my head to see through the gap.
I froze.
Maya was on her stomach, her dark hair spilled across the pillow, her fingers twisted in the sheets. Ivan was above her, his hips driving forward in a steady, powerful rhythm. The bedsprings creaked with each thrust. He was relentless, every stroke deep and commanding.
I stopped breathing.
I should leave. I should fucking leave right now.
But I couldn't move. Couldn't look away. My girlfriend was being fucked by another man, and I was hard. Painfully, achingly hard.
My gaze drifted from Maya's body to Ivan.
He was ripped, the kind of body that came from discipline, not vanity. It hadn't been obvious when we'd first met, but now, in action, every muscle was at work, rippling beneath skin that glistened with sweat.
He was beautiful.
His ass was taut, clenching with each thrust forward.
They were positioned diagonally on the bed, and I could see the full length of his body, his broad shoulders, the valley of his spine, the way his back muscles flexed and released with every drive of his hips.
His cock was buried deep inside Maya, quick, firm thrusts that had her gasping beneath him.
I watched Maya's body rock with each impact. Watched her back arch, her mouth fall open against the pillow. She was beautiful in her pleasure, abandoned in a way I'd seen before but that still made my chest tight.
And then my gaze drifted back to Ivan.
The way his body moved. The power in his hips.
The control he had, knowing exactly how to angle himself, how deep to go, how hard to push.
I found myself studying every detail: the way sweat trickled down the center of his back, the way his jaw clenched with concentration, the way his hands gripped Maya's hips with a possessiveness that made heat twist low in my gut.
I told myself I was watching Maya. That's who I was here for. That's who I loved.
But my eyes kept returning to him.
The door creaked under my hand.
Ivan's head snapped toward me. He froze mid-thrust, every muscle in his body going rigid. Maya twisted beneath him, her eyes finding mine through the gap in the door.
For a long, breathless moment, nobody moved.
I should apologize. Should back away. Should do anything except what I did next.
I pushed the door open.
"Don't stop."
I kept my voice steady, steadier than I felt. Ivan's eyebrows rose, surprised, then his expression went hard. Calculating.
"You sure about that?" His voice was rough, strained.
"Keep going." I leaned against the doorframe, my heartbeat was a loud thudding in ears. "I want to watch."
Maya's breath caught. Her eyes were wide, searching my face for... what? Permission? Reassurance? I held her gaze and nodded once.
"It's okay." I didn't look away. "I want this."
"You want to watch me fuck your girlfriend." Ivan's eyes were locked on mine. Not a question.
"Yes."
His jaw loosened. He looked at Maya. She looked at him. Some silent conversation passed between them.
Then Ivan began to move again.
* * *
Maya was gasping now, her moans climbing higher, and all I could focus on was Ivan's body driving her there. Driving her to that edge I knew so well.
"Harder," Maya begged, and Ivan obliged.
The slap of skin against skin filled the room, each impact louder than the last. Ivan's pace became punishing, his hips snapping forward with a force that had the headboard knocking against the wall. Maya's cries grew desperate, her whole body tensing beneath him.
Then it happened. Maya came first, her cries ripping through the room as her body convulsed, her face buried in the pillow while tremors wracked through her. I could see her fingers gripping the sheets until they went bloodless, could see the way her spine arched off the bed.
Ivan grunted, a sound that came from somewhere deep in his chest. He bucked into her once, twice, and then his ass clenched as he emptied himself inside her. He didn't withdraw until every drop was spent, his body shuddering with the final waves of release.
"Oh, God," he murmured as he slowly pulled out.
My eyes widened as inch after inch slid from inside Maya. He was massive, thick and long and still glistening with their combined fluids. Maya had taken every inch of that, and my cock throbbed against my pants.
He hadn't gone soft. He was still hard, still ready.
It wasn't over.
* * *
When Ivan flipped her around to face him, Maya smiled up at him, her face flushed, her smile weak but bright. Even from the doorway, I could see the satisfaction in her eyes. She was happy. Truly, deeply happy.
Ivan leaned down and kissed her long and hard, his body pressed against hers, his erection pressing against her stomach. The kiss was tender despite everything, a moment of intimacy that felt almost more private than what I'd just witnessed.
"I'm not done with you yet," he said, breaking the kiss.
"Good." Her voice was breathless. "Don't be."
Maya's legs were wide open, and from where I stood, I could see her spent core, dripping with Ivan's seed. The sight should have filled me with jealousy, another man's cum leaking from my girlfriend. Instead, want hit me so hard I had to grip the doorframe.
I shifted back from the door and stepped into the hallway. Quickly, I loosened my belt and dropped my pants and boxers to my knees, my cock springing free, already leaking at the tip.
I shuffled back to the door, peeking in, just in time to see Ivan slowly enter Maya again.
The cum seeped from the sides of her entrance, trickling down as Ivan pushed inside her. She was so wet, so filled. The obscene, wet sounds of him sliding into her filled the room, mixing with Maya's breathy moans.
Ivan adjusted himself, his broad back blocking my view. All I could see now was her spread legs wrapped around his waist, her feet pressing into his lower back, and his thrusting hips as he moved inside her with long, deep strokes.
I wrapped my hand around myself and began to stroke. Ivan's muscular back and firm ass was all I could see, but God help me, it was more than enough.
He was a specimen of a man. And as I stood there watching, all I could think about was what it would feel like to sink inside him. To make him feel what Maya was feeling. To hear what sounds he'd make if I were the one driving into him.
I'd been captivated by him since the night he stood in our yard wanting to claim my woman. That first night, watching him stare down at me with those intense green eyes, I'd felt a jolt of want go through me.
The attraction was immediate. I'd never admitted it to Maya, but I was attracted to her man just as much as I was attracted to her. Maybe more, in this moment.
And maybe, just maybe, I was happy for all this because it would get me closer to Ivan.
I'd started to harbor fantasies for a while now, late nights imagining scenarios that made me feel guilty and aroused in equal measure.
But as I stood watching them, cock in hand, all I wanted was for Ivan to fuck me the same way he was fucking my girlfriend.
I wanted to feel that power, that intensity, that control turned on me.
Ivan's pace quickened. His hips drove forward harder, faster, the wet slap of their bodies growing louder. Maya's moans pitched higher, her nails raking down his back. I could see the red lines even from where I stood. The bed frame knocked against the wall in a steady rhythm.
"Yes, Ivan, right there," Maya gasped, her back arching off the bed.
I stroked myself faster, matching Ivan's rhythm. My eyes were fixed on his ass, watching it flex and release with each thrust. I imagined what it would feel like beneath my hands, firm, muscular, clenching around me.
My orgasm crashed into me without warning. My mouth fell open, no sound coming out, as I stroked myself faster, watching Ivan plow into Maya harder. Pleasure ripped through me in waves, my vision going white at the edges.
Ivan bucked, and I did too, a spray of cum landing on the door and the hardwood floor. I squeezed my eyes shut and stroked until my knees were weak, until I had to grab the doorframe to stay upright. Maya's cries and Ivan's grunts only added fuel, their climaxes syncing with mine.
I grabbed my discarded shirt from the floor and quickly wiped down the door and hardwood, shoving the evidence into my pocket. No way I was leaving that for either of them to find.
They'd come too.
I slipped from around the door, pulling up my pants with shaking hands. Made it to the guest room and locked myself inside, flopping onto the bed and breathing heavily.
I stared at the ceiling, heart still pounding, body still trembling.
I'd expected jealousy. I'd braced for it. Told myself I could handle watching because knowing was better than not knowing.
I hadn't expected this.
I hadn't expected to want him. Not instead of Maya. Not to take her place. Just: wanted.
My hands were shaking. I pressed them flat against my thighs and tried to breathe.
Outside, I heard movement. Low voices.
"You're leaving?" Maya's voice, muffled through the walls.
"Griffin's home." Ivan's voice. "Seemed like I should give you two some space."
"He watched us."
"I know."
A pause. "Did that bother you?"
"No." Ivan's voice cracked. "It didn't."
The motorcycle started up. Engine rumbling, then fading as Ivan drove away.
A few minutes later, Maya's footsteps padded down the hall. She paused outside the guest room door.
"Griffin?" Her voice was soft. "You okay?"
I should answer. Should open the door. Should talk to her about what just happened.
"I'm good," I said. "Just need a minute."
"Okay." A pause. "I'll be in the bedroom. When you're ready."
Her footsteps continued down the hall. The master bedroom door clicked shut.
I lay there in the dark, the mess I'd made of my underwear already cooling against my skin. My mind kept replaying what I'd seen, Ivan's body moving, the sounds he made, the way his muscles flexed beneath his skin.
I'd been with men before. That wasn't new. I'd known I was bi since college, hooked up with a guy at a party, liked it, filed it away as part of who I was. But I'd never looked at a specific man and felt this. Never watched someone and thought...
I couldn't help my smile.
This was definitely the start of something.