Chapter 11 #2
Riley’s gaze whips over to me at that. “That’s not a bad idea,” he says immediately. “I wouldn’t mind.”
I hesitate before answering. One part of me wants to jump at the offer to be with Riley again, but the other part of me wants to stick to the plan and not let my own confusing feelings into the mix. “Maybe another time,” I say finally, with some reluctance.
“Suit yourself.” Dante shrugs, making his way into the bathroom to undress and find a towel. “But the offer always stands. A threesome is about the only chance we’ll ever have to try each other out.”
Something flashes across Riley’s face, so quickly that I almost think I imagined it, and he pulls off his shorts and T-shirt. Kicking his shoes off and tossing his clothes in one of the chairs, he looks to me for further guidance.
“Underwear, too, if you’re ready.” I motion to the bench. “Let’s have you sitting with your legs spread and leaning back on your elbows on the mattress. With the way the light is hitting right now, it’ll look like you’re sunbathing when Dante walks in on you.”
Riley nods and shucks his briefs, getting into position as Dante returns from the bathroom and heads out to the balcony, towel riding low on his trim hips.
I’m setting Dante’s phone up on a tripod by the fireplace when I see Riley staring at me out of the corner of my eye. I meet his eyes, searching for any signs of hesitance or discomfort. “You doing alright?” I ask, my voice low enough that Dante probably won’t hear me over the waves outside.
“Yeah,” Riley whispers with a small smile. “He seems nice. And I like having you here. You make me feel more confident.”
Warmth spreads from my chest all the way up to the tips of my ears. I lean over and run my fingers through his hair, planting a quick kiss on the top of his head. “You’re gonna do great,” I whisper in his ear. “You look radiant in this light.”
He ducks his head shyly, peeking up at me through his lashes. “Sunshine, right?”
“Yeah,” I breathe, caressing my thumb across his cheek. “That’s right, sunshine. You ready for this?”
He nods and settles back against the bed, dropping his knees open and putting his half-hard cock on full display. I force myself to look away and head out on the deck to film Dante first.
If there’s one thing about Dante, the fucker knows how to work a camera.
He comes sauntering up the steps combing his fingers through that wild mane of his like he’s shaking out sand from the beach and hits the camera with a sexy smolder that has my dick thickening a bit behind my fly.
He runs his tongue along his lower lip and gives me a wink before making his way past my shoulder and into the bedroom, where he stops at the sight of Riley.
Riley tilts his head and runs his eyes up and down Dante’s lithe form, thumbing his lower lip and cocking an eyebrow in a “come hither” look that hits me directly in the gut, even though it isn’t aimed at me.
His cock is almost fully hard now, and he licks his right palm and gives it a languid stroke, his gaze never leaving Dante.
Dante responds by dropping his towel, which has been tenting with his own growing arousal, and braces himself on both Riley’s muscular thighs as he leans in for a kiss. Riley immediately reciprocates and reaches out to take Dante in hand and stroke softly as their tongues tangle.
Something about watching Dante kiss Riley makes me feel like a rock has settled in the pit of my stomach.
I bite the inside of my cheek and do my best to ignore it, focusing instead on getting the best possible shot.
Dante is licking into his mouth assertively, and Riley is shrinking back a little.
He doesn’t look uncomfortable, but I recall that one thing he didn’t enjoy about his collab with Benji was that he felt like he was just along for the ride.
“Ry, don’t be afraid to give it right back to him,” I advise.
“Dante can take it. He likes some aggression.”
Dante growls under his breath in agreement, and Riley’s body language changes from submissive to self-assured in a moment as he pushes forward into the kiss, nipping at Dante’s full lower lip.
They look hot as fuck together, and my stomach does a little roll.
I ignore it and move to the other side of the room as Dante takes Riley by the hips and guides him onto his knees on the bench with his hands planted on the mattress in front of him.
Dante drops to his own knees behind Riley and palms his ass cheeks, spreading them apart for the camera.
“Look at that,” Dante murmurs as I zoom in on Riley’s tight opening.
“Such a perfect little hole.” He runs his thumb across the rim lightly, and Riley lets out a soft grunt as his hole clenches tightly and then unfurls.
“Beautiful.” Dante’s voice is full of appreciation. As it should be, I think moodily.
Shaking my head, I focus on getting a good shot of Dante’s long tongue laving Riley’s hole.
Dante’s tongue is legendary, or so I’ve heard, and I can see why.
Watching him in action as he flicks the muscle teasingly over Riley’s opening and then licking and gently sucking at the firm globes of his cheeks has me hard so fast I’m almost dizzy from it.
I’ve always enjoyed having my own ass eaten, and watching the way Riley is writhing beneath his hands now, it looks like Dante knows what he’s doing down there.
After a few minutes of teasing and sucking on his rim, Dante introduces a finger.
He starts out gentle, but Riley’s ass sucks him right in to the first knuckle.
“Oh fuck, baby… You have such a needy little hole, don’t you?
You need another finger already?” Riley groans his agreement, and Dante slides a second and then a third finger in without resistance.
My emotions are all over the place as I watch Dante pump his fingers in and out of Riley’s body.
On the one hand, this is already completely different from the collab with Benji as far as I can tell, and a glimpse between his legs tells me Riley is clearly enjoying himself.
On the other hand, there’s a fire of what I can only describe as jealousy igniting within me, and it scares me a bit.
I’ve never been jealous of a coworker before, and I don’t think I like the feeling.
I’ve just convinced myself that now isn’t the time to unpack that when Dante gives Riley a gentle smack on the ass and nudges him up onto the bed, fully on his hands and knees.
Leaning over to grab the lube and a condom from the bedside table, he slicks himself up quickly and nudges the head of his big cock up to Riley’s waiting hole.
Gripping Riley’s hips, Dante bites his lip and shoots a smug grin at the camera as he pushes in slowly.
I want to throw the camera across the room and push Dante off him. I want to be the one inside Riley. I want to be the one losing my mind at the utter bliss of the tight heat of his body instead of watching someone else take their pleasure inside of him through a screen.
I’m clenching my jaw so tightly and breathing so hard that Riley notices. “You wish it was you, don’t you, babe?” he asks breathlessly as Dante begins to quicken his pace and pound into him in earnest now.
I swallow hard, my eyes glued to where their bodies are connected. “Of course I do.”
“Then what are you waiting for? Get over here.”