Chapter Five
My shirt, wet with sweat, stuck to my back as I sat at the edge of my desk chair, eyes glued to the screen.
Desire and frustration tussled inside me, unsure which deserved to be felt most strongly.
This wasn’t the first time Charlotte had made me watch like this, but it wasn’t at all like those other times.
I didn’t want to watch, didn’t want to be kept on the outskirts, but it wasn’t Hangman I was envious of, it was Charlotte.
I flushed, my heart rate rocketing as I watched Hangman unfastening Charlotte’s flies. God, I wanted those hands on me. I wanted to be the one he was undressing right now, the one he was promising to ravage.
The coffee I’d made was stone cold now, abandoned.
I’d heard every word of the conversation they’d been having before I had made them aware of my presence.
It was no secret that Charlotte was my mistress, the dominator in our relationship, but listening to the way Hangman had spoken to her, offering to lead her, to guide her, to dominate her had set me alight.
The dom of my dom… It was almost more than I could take.
I’d been rocking a semi since listening in on their conversation, but now my cock was straining against the confines of my trousers.
Charlotte had been right about one thing, she had left me hanging earlier and in a rush all the pent-up desire came to the forefront, eager to be sated.
When Charlotte’s attention flitted back to me, staring straight into my soul through the camera, I flinched.
“Relay, baby, speak to me.”
My tongue felt like it was three sizes too big for my mouth. I swiped perspiration from my brow.
“I’m still here,” I croaked.
“Good,” she sighed, the noise of it setting me on edge.
“You’re so fucking pretty,” Hangman groaned, sitting back to gaze at Charlotte, just in her underwear as she was now.
I shuddered, choosing to pretend he’d said those words to me. I leant back in my chair, the heel of my hand rubbing my shaft as I fought not to breathe too loudly.
I watched through the screen as Hangman leant in over Charlotte in an attempt to kiss her.
She turned away from him, just as I had expected her to, but rather than backing off as I would have done, Hangman’s hand flew up to grasp her chin.
As he slanted his mouth over hers, both Charlotte and I moaned in unison.
The resolution of the camera was clear enough for me to see Hangman’s teeth flash between kisses as he failed to hold back a grin.
Fuck. He’d heard me. My finger hovered over the button that would mute our communication…
but when a low, rough hum rumbled in my ear I retreated.
I watched Hangman and Charlotte kissing, pressing my own lips together in a bid to ease some of my longing. When the pilot eventually pulled away, I shuddered. His eyes jumped up to the camera, holding mine through the lens.
“That’s better,” he growled and I sunk my teeth into my lower lip.
Realisation slammed into me. I had thought I was the one being cucked here, forced to watch from the sidelines, but the way Hangman was acting…
Everything he was doing to Charlotte was for me.
He was communicating with me through her and just the idea of that had my dick pulsing.
This wasn’t the first time Charlotte and I had entertained a third in our relationship, but somehow this felt different and it occurred to me that this was the first time one of them had been in it for me and not her.
It had lasted all of a second. Hangman’s attention returned to Charlotte as he stripped her bra from her, but I was still buzzing from his eye contact. I gazed at him on my screen as if trying to commit every cord of muscle to memory.
“Mm, you’ve got great tits,” he murmured, eagerly burying his face between them. I could relate, that was my favourite thing to do to Charlotte too. She was so soft, warm and creamy… My mouth began to water.
Before I’d even realised it, my hand had crept beneath the waistband of my trousers.
I wasn’t moved to unfastening them yet, content with teasing my stiff flesh for now.
There was nothing I loved more than the steady burn of the build-up and the longer I could keep myself lingering here, the more I would enjoy it when I finally spilled over the edge.
Charlotte writhed beneath Hangman, his large body dwarfing her.
I watched as she hooked her legs around his waist, digging her heels into his behind.
My eyes darted to stare at the other man’s cock.
It was just as big and beautiful as Hangman himself.
I knew without doubt that proportions like that were going to be a challenge – for me, mainly, though I was sure it was going to be a stretch for Charlotte too.
It was a good job neither of us were afraid of a bit of hard work.
“That’s it,” Charlotte hissed between her teeth as Hangman sucked a nipple into his mouth, teasing the other with his fingers.
She was sensitive there and it looked like the pilot was doing a good job of stoking that fire I was all too familiar with inside Charlotte.
I couldn’t help but wonder if he would innately home in on me like that. I shuddered.
When soft moans and gasps were falling from Charlotte with every suck and tweak, Hangman moved his attention elsewhere.
Slowly, he peppered kisses down over her belly and I felt each and every one of them.
My thighs tensed, cock throbbing, as I watched the pilot bury his face between Charlotte’s thighs, only to pull away a second later with the thin material of her underwear between his teeth, stretching it away from her body.
He had done it so gently, so dexterously… Charlotte and I shivered in unison.
“Go on, then,” Charlotte all but whispered, giving Hangman permission to remove her underwear.
He didn’t falter for even a second, large hands grasping the material at her hips and slipping them down her smooth thighs. Charlotte was still kicking them off when Hangman lowered his mouth to her flesh. She gasped, body stiffening and arching up off the seat.
I was frozen in place, my fingernails digging into the arm of my desk chair.
The only part of me that moved was my cock as it pulsed beneath the palm of the opposite hand.
If I thought about it hard enough, I could still taste Charlotte on my tongue, still smell her.
It hadn’t been long since I had been in the exact same position as Hangman now was.
Charlotte’s eagerness to engage with him even after such a short amount of time was no surprise to me – she was the definition of insatiable – but my mind locked on the idea of my saliva still coating her, mixing with Hangman’s.
We were kissing right now, though he didn’t know it and just the thought of that had a whimper bursting free from me before I could hold it back.
Both Hangman and Charlotte laughed breathlessly in response.
“Are you enjoying yourself, baby?” Charlotte sighed. “You like watching, don’t you?”
My thumb swiped back and forth over the head of my cock, slippery with precum, each pass making my thighs quiver. I could barely breathe, barely think, but I wasn’t about to be giving in just yet. I wanted to see more, to see it all.
“Fuck, he’s good at this,” Charlotte breathed, writhing beneath Hangman’s mouth.
Without a word, Hangman brought both hands to the backs of her thighs, pushing them forcefully back and spreading her wide before descending upon her once more.
Charlotte moaned, jerking, and my eyes were glued to the screen.
From this new position I could see Hangman’s tongue as it lapped at her, teased her… I released a shaky breath.
“I wonder,” Charlotte gasped, reaching down between her legs to stroke a hand through Hangman’s dark hair. “Are you as good at sucking cock as you are at eating pussy?”
The pilot’s eyes jumped up to meet her, steely and intense. He pulled away just long enough to reply. “Better.”
Shit. Shit, shit, shit…
Charlotte laughed breathlessly. “Maybe I’ll let you demonstrate that for me sometime, hm? What do you think, Relay?”
I didn’t have a chance to consider my reply. “Yes.”
“Looks like he’s all in.” She smirked. “Would you like that, too? I know you’re keen to play with my little pet.”
Hangman didn’t respond with words, just grunted in agreement.
“Do a good job here and I’ll consider sharing him with you.” She paused, her eyes fluttering closed. “He’s got a great body, you know. Not as muscular as yours, but still so—” Charlotte cut herself off with a moan.
With a shaking hand, I unzipped my flies, allowing my stiff cock to spring free.
I was soaked, glistening in the light of the computer screen.
Still, I didn’t give in and wrap my hand around it like I desperately wanted to.
I forced myself to grab the back of the desk chair with both hands, spreading my thighs as wide as I could, cock bobbing in response to everything I was watching.
“Relay’s cock is delicious,” Charlotte purred.
I wasn’t sure who she was doing this for, me or Hangman, but judging by the way his big body grew tense and the lapping of his tongue sped up, he was enjoying it just as much as I was.
“Thick, pretty too. Pink,” she huffed. “He fucks me so good, but I know what Relay likes. That tight, sexy arse is just begging to be rimmed, to be stretched out and pounded in a way I just can’t replicate. Right, baby?”
When I attempted to reply, my voice caught in my throat. I coughed. “Y-yes.”
Hangman groaned in response, cock jerking. My thighs trembled, trying to close of their own accord but I had just enough presence of mind to keep them open.
“Yes what? Don’t forget your manners just because I’m not there.”
“Please,” I whimpered. “Yes, please.”
Charlotte cast me a dazzling smile through the screen. “Good boy.”