“You wanna watch?” he whispers so quietly I almost can’t hear it.
Yes. His beautiful body glows and flexes as he strokes himself, and I lick my lips, just wanting this one thing. I just want to see.
He quirks a smile and looks back at the TV, while I watch him and the film, both of them making my heart pump faster and harder. I feel the slickness between my legs and lean back against the arm, the girl’s moans, the cops’ grunts, and the boys’ breathing filling our small space as sweat glistens across Noah’s chest.
The girl is being used so hard, the first cop coming inside her and squeezing her breasts, while the second one immediately throws her into the back seat of her boyfriend’s car, undoes his trousers and comes down on top of her, taking his turn.
Her boyfriend watches in the rearview mirror, her leg thrown over the front seat to open her wide as the cop thrusts inside of her, jerking into her body again and again.
I draw short, shallow breaths, the ache between my thighs deep and throbbing. It hurts low in my belly, and I chew on my bottom lip, seeing the bulge in Kaleb’s jeans growing.
God.
I scoot down, lying back on the sofa and clenching my thighs against the discomfort. Noah takes my leg and lays it across his lap, resting his hand on my thigh as he closes his eyes and continues jerking himself off with the other one.
The cop sits back, pulls her into his lap, and she rides him backward, staring at her boyfriend through the rearview mirror.
“You slut,” he growls, but you can tell he’s turned on.
She bites her bottom lip to hide the smile.
Moans, cries, skin hitting skin, her wet hair sticking to her body as the boyfriend finally takes his turn on her, and I can barely get a breath as every inch of my body comes alive, my nerves firing under my skin and a need so hard I can’t stop myself from rubbing the heel of my hand over my pussy.
More nerves fire. I groan.
My hand under the blanket, I slip my fingers under my shorts, inside my panties, and play with my clit. Kaleb starts rubbing his cock through his jeans, and Noah jerks his long and slow, sucking air between his teeth as he gets more excited.
I lift up my shirt, the wool fabric of the blanket chafing my nipples in the best way, and I pull down my shorts just a hair, to fit my hand in easier.
I close my eyes, indulging in the fantasy. Indulging in being a part this and them, and how no one is here to tell us to stop.
Dipping my fingers inside, I swirl the wetness all over my clit and rub it faster and faster, imagining a mouth between my thighs, licking me and tasting me.
I rock my body back and forth, thinking about his mouth. His head down there, taking what he wants and telling me how sweet my pussy is.
Oh, God. I rub fast and faster, barely noticing the draft or that the blanket has fallen away, because I don’t care. I don’t care.
My hips roll, the skin of my nipples tightening in the cool air, I arch my neck back, slipping half my finger inside me and shuddering at the pleasure.
God… It feels so good. I bite the corner of my mouth, needing more.
I need more. I…
It suddenly registers that the sound is gone. The sound from the movie. The room is quiet, and I don’t hear her crying out or moaning anymore. I continue to rub circles as I blink my eyes open.
Noah and Kaleb aren’t watching the movie anymore. They’re watching me.
I suck in a quick breath, stopping my rubbing.
My mouth falls open, and I look down, seeing my blanket is gone, fallen on the floor. Noah is still in his seat next to me, but he’s not stroking anymore, and Kaleb has risen from his chair, standing and watching me.
My top is pulled up, my breasts exposed, and I pull my hand out of my shorts, unable to speak or barely breathe.
Shit.
I shoot up, but Noah is there, leaning over me before I have a chance to climb off the couch.
“Don’t stop,” he whispers.
His eyebrows are pinched together—vulnerable, almost like he’s in pain.
He takes my hand. I tense, but I don’t pull away as I watch him sink my fingers into his mouth. The same fingers I was using a moment ago.
He sucks them one by one and then pushes my hand back down between my legs.
“Rub it again.”
No, I…
He kisses my forehead as he slips his cock back inside his pants.
“It’s okay,” he says. “Rub your clit.”
My body still wracked with need, a trickle of sweat running down my back. Kaleb’s eyes are trained on me, unblinking and his whole body rigid.
I glance between them, nervous, but I slide my fingers back into my panties and play like he wants me to. Noah’s eyes slowly fall down my body, taking everything in.