“You think I should suck it, babe?”It was a rhetorical question; everyone knew Flynn wasn’t going to nod, much less speak through the skin-tight mask.“You think I should get on my knees, and let him use my throat?”
I glanced at him, feeling him hump his dick against my leg.The motion so small, I wasn’t even sure William knew he was doing it.
“Less talk, more sucking,” I told him.
He chuckled as he dropped to a crouch.Turning me - his hands on my hips - until we were side-on to Flynn, the perfect view in profile of William’s wide open mouth.
I fought the urge to watch Flynn’s face, to try to gauge his reaction, as I buried myself in his boyfriend.
William’s eyes flared as I looked down at him and grinned.
“You like that?”
As much of a nod as was possible, his face skewered.
“You think your boyfriend likes it?Watching you get another guy off, instead of him?”
I wanted to turn, but I knew I couldn’t.That this performance had to be between William and I; that it only worked if Flynn was the silent observer, the self-inflicted audience.
William’s hands urged me on, the movements faster and more aggressive.Until, unable to stop myself, I grabbed his head.Feeling how he instantly relinquished control, happy to have me ream him this way.
Eventually, feeling the churn of pleasure between my legs, I pushed him off me.Sending him toppling back onto his ass on the bedroom floor, a look of glazed triumph on his face.
“Strip.Now.”
A grin, mischievous and knowing, but he still obeyed.Shirt and shorts gone in a moment, and the front of his jock tented obscenely.
I beckoned him over.William’s back to his boyfriend, automatically bending at the waist as I groped at his cheeks.
“Damn, even better than I remembered from the first time,” I told him, approvingly.“Am I your first today?”
He grunted, as I pulled at him with my fingers.“Yes.”
“You didn’t even let your boyfriend take a turn?”I looked up as I said it.Flynn’s stare was intense; I could see how tight his lips were, through the clinging fabric.
William snorted.“Nope.So hurry up.”
I laughed, as I worked him with my hand.Not even sure what was hotter: the anticipation of the sex, or the fact that my old friend was watching me prepare for it.
No, that was a lie: I knew which was hotter.So much hotter.
“You like it rough, don’t you?”
William’s groan came with a shudder.“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”I bunched the waistband of his jock in my fist.
He gasped, rising up on the balls of his feet.“Y-yes, sir!”
I smirked at Flynn.A “well, will you listen to that?”grin.
The condoms were still in the nightstand drawer.I could feel Flynn’s eyes on me, as I rolled one on.William had positioned himself on his knees, at the edge of the mattress.Back arched, face against the bedding; I knew, with a crisp certainty that bordered on admiration, that he’d picked both the position and the pose so as to be as exposed to his watching boyfriend as possible.
Putting my foot up on the mattress, I tilted my hips as I stroked William’s cheeks.Playing up the angles, making sure Flynn had the perfect view of what I was borrowing from him that evening.Wanting him to not only imagine it, but be able to see it in detail.
The first time William and I had fucked, I’d still been half in shock.Confused by the setup, one half of the couple watching the other and a stranger.That compounded with the knowledge that it was Flynn sitting, silent and hard, watching from across the room.Even across from him the following day, over coffee, I’d struggled to comprehend quite what had happened, what I’d done.
This time, though, the shock was behind me.The noises William made not quite familiar but recognized, at least.The way he clawed at the bedding; the feel of his narrow waist between my hands, as I yanked him back onto me.