I clenched my jaw and swallowed hard, adjusting myself on the hotel bed and reaching beneath the sheets to strangle my dick. “Did you?”
“Made her come so hard she stained my slacks with it. Oh fuck, Soph, just like that.”
“Tell me more about it.”
Finn scoffed, the laugh turning into another breathy groan of pleasure while Sophie sucked him off just out of my line of sight.
“I can’t tell you about the dress. She’d never forgive me if I ruin the surprise.” Finn licked his lips, stare drifting downward with so much adoration I half-expected him to tell me next that he loved her more than me. “But she was so wet for me, I had to fuck her so slow. Cheek pressed against the mirror with slow and long strokes. If I went too fast, everyone would have heard her.”
Sophie moaned, and Finn’s eyes rolled back in his head.
“Stop touching yourself,” he murmured, lip twisting into a smirk as he looked up at me through the screen. “Not you. Her.”
Sophie did, I assumed, stop touching herself, because Finn’s control over his face turned strained. I knew how Sophie sucked cock when she wanted to make someone come compared to how she sucked cock when she wanted to suck cock, and she was definitely attacking Finn with the former.
“What else?” I managed to ask.
“Sophie, slow down,” Finn chided. “I can’t hear Daniel when you’re trying to suck my brain out of my balls.”
Her method must have changed because Finn let out a long breath and tangled his fingers into her hair, setting a slower and easier pace.
“What else?” I asked again.
“She’s going to make a stunning bride.”
“Will you be there?”
Finn opened his mouth to answer, chin quivering before he snapped it closed again. I realized too late it was the wrong question to ask while my fiancé sucked his cock and the two of them essentially cucked me over a video chat, an entire continent between us. On the screen, Finn’s entire body bowed and trembled, and he cursed under his breath.
“What?” I asked, craning forward like I could get a better angle into the phone to see what was happening off screen.
“Your fiancé just shoved her finger up my ass,” he murmured. “I think she’s trying to make me come.”
“You think,” Sophie said from her place between Finn’s legs.
“You should let her,” I said.
Sheets rustled, and Finn set the phone down on the nightstand, probably propped on the lamp. The wide angle gave me a better view, and my dick surged with want at the sight.
Finn was entirely naked, legs spread with Sophie between them as I’d imagined. Her hair was tied in a loose bun at the top of her head and he had the fingers of one hand speared through the knot. He cradled her face with his other hand, thumb stroking across her cheek as she bobbed up and down on his spit-soaked dick. I couldn’t see Sophie’s whole body, but I could easily make out the curve of her bare back, her tits pressed against Finn’s thigh.
“Are you going to come in her mouth?”
“I’ll come wherever she lets me. I’m hoping she’ll climb on top of me and let me come inside of her cunt, but we haven’t…haven’t talked about…” Finn trailed off, jaw clenched. He closed his eyes and rested his head against the wall, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed.
“Is that what the email you sent earlier was?”
Finn hummed something that sounded like a yes. He was right on the edge, fighting off his orgasm with every ounce of willpower inside his body, but Sophie’s drive didn’t stop when she left work. If she wanted something, she would find a way to get it.
“And you’ve seen our results.”
Another noise from the back of his throat.
I waited for the jealousy to come, but it never did. It should have been there, even if it wasn’t anything more than a quiet voice in the back of my mind calling out how unfair it would be to me for Finn to come inside Sophie the first time when I wasn’twith them. But I was there with them, and even if I wasn’t, even if this was a private moment between the two of them…it would have been okay.
I wasn’t jealous of Finn because I wanted him as much as Sophie did. Because she wanted him as much as she wanted me. Maybe in different ways for different things, but I’d never felt like Finn and I were in competition for Sophie’s attention—or her heart. There was room for both of us in her life just as there was room for her and me in his.
Watching Sophie suck Finn to the point of delirium, I realized I wanted that for him. I wanted her to push him over the edge so he could experience what it was like to be so grossly consumed by a woman like her. I didn’t want to be alone in the understanding that Sophie was a tsunami, and I’d willingly walked right up to a receding shoreline and waited for her to arrive. The night Finn had showed up on our doorstep, knowing what the two of us wanted, he’d done the same.