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Plush chairs and a couch grace another area of the room…and a small table sits beside a heavy wooden bench. There is a door…
“A bathroom, shower…and the toys,” Fynn says.
Toys. My mind first goes to vibrators, but I’m guessing that isn’t what he means.
“Sit,” Nandy points to one of the comfy chairs.
Fynn tips his head that way, when it seems I’m unsure who the order is for. I sit and watch the waves of anger rush off of Nandy.
“Any requests,” he snaps at me. I furrow my brow at him again. Confused by his anger, the question, what they expect of me. He made me sit in a chair and not on the bed. I don’t immediately see any way for them to restrain me.
“What would you do if I wasn’t here?” I ask. My heart pounding at the thoughts filling my head. “If it was just the two of you.”
They share a glance, and a not so tiny wave of jealousy surges through me.
“Do that. Pretend I’m not here.”
Chapter twenty-one
Nandy tosses his suit jacket, my suit jacket across the bed and unbuttons his shirt and yanks it from the confines of the trousers. He does all this while once again increasing his distance from me. What the fuck?
Fynn reads my face and comes to me.
“Relax,” he whispers.
“Me? What the hell did I do wrong?”
He shakes his head. “Nothing.” He presses a hand to my shoulder and holds it there while he walks behind the chair. Nandy’s eyes are on Fynn’s hand on me.
“Feel free to join in at any time.” He bends and whispers into my ear. The heat of his breath sends a spark shooting down my spine. All the while, Nandy’s eyes are boring a hole into the hand on my shoulder. Is he jealous? Jealous that Fynn is touching me? He’s never touched me. Nandy has never touched me. Not until tonight…when he took my hand in his and held it…until…until we decided to come here.
Fynn’s hand sweeps across my shoulder, along the back of my neck, and across my other shoulder as he makes his way back to Nandy. He’s taunting him. Goading him into…. something. Is this part of the game they play? Fynn making Nandy jealous.
He sweeps his hand across Nandy’s shoulder as he had mine and steps behind him. His fingers dance down Nandy’s arms and then grab the unbuttoned shirt. He pulls it off of Nandy’s perfect fucking body. I gasp slightly. I knew he was muscular under all these fancy outfits he chooses. Knew the broadness of his chest and shoulders by the way his shirt hugged his muscles tonight. My shirt. Seeing it… the smooth caramel skin and toasted brown nipples pert and alert along his defined chest. Holy hell. The ropey muscles of his arms are defined, maybe even more so than mine. His work requires muscles too, defines them too, very differently. I’m struck by the desire to see him play his violin like this, shirtless. To watch the ropes of muscles in his arms twist and contort with each movement. Each movement creating that gorgeous haunting sound that fills me up.
Fynn’s hands still traverse, and stroke Nandy’s skin, and I see the tent forming in Nandy’s trousers. My cock twitches. When Nandy takes Fynn’s hand and brings him around to face him and wraps a large hand into Fynn’s hair, twisting it tightly and shoves him to his knees, my cock does a hell of a lot more than twitch. I exhale. Even from across the room, I can see how dark Nandy’s light gold eyes have gone. I can feel the heat of desire flowing off of him now. Replacing, or supplementing, the anger. I’m not sure which.
Fynn falls to his knees, and he clasps his hands behind his back. Nandy tilts Fynn’s head back with his hand and Fynn’s lips part. Nandy makes quick work of his belt and unbuttons his pants with his free hand. He loosens his grip on Fynn just enough for Fynn to grasp the zipper with his teeth and unravel it. Fynn presses his nose to Nandy’s erection and inhales deeply. Nandy closes his eyes and relishes the feeling. Nandy’s hand still fists Fynn’s hair, and he spreads his legs slightly, his eyes shift to mine. I try to hold his stare, but when I see movement and Fynn grabs the top of Nandy’s briefs with his teeth. I can’t. I can’t look away. My desire to see Nandy’s erect cock…to see…I exhale again, and I flick my eyes up in time to catch the slightest of smiles flicker across Nandy’s mouth. He sucks in a raspy breath as Fynn frees him from the confines of his briefs and trousers. There, pointing at Fynn, is Nandy’s impressive and leaking cock. Dark and veiny and reaching for Fynn’s open mouth. My mouth parts too, waiting.
Feel free to join in at any time.
When Fynn sucks Nandy’s cock to the back of his throat, I moan. I no longer know who I want to be…Fynn or Nandy.
Fynn’s pouty lips glisten with saliva and it drips down his chin. I’m mesmerized by his expert rhythm of sucking and pulling off and taking Nandy back to the back of his throat. Every time his cheeks hollow out, I feel a surge of heat hit my cock and my balls throb. My entire body prickles with desire. Fascination. Want. Need. When I look away from Fynn’s expert display of blowing Nandy and seek his eyes, again, I find those eyes locked on mine.
Fynn’s hands remain clasped behind his back, as if tied there. He rests his ass on his heels. Nandy adjusts his head forcefully whenever he sees fit, causing the occasional gag from Fynn, but none of it alters his motion or the pleasure they are both feeling.
Nandy is tall and controlling and powerful and sexy as hell. His attention to me while all of this is going on makes it seem as if Fynn, well, Fynn could be anyone. Fynn is a device at this moment. He told me he is a way for Nandy to get off. Something better than his own hand. Nandy keeps his eyes locked on mine even as his pleasure heightens and I sense his climax coming. The sounds he is making…oh God.
Am I reacting properly? Did he think this would turn me off? Well, it hasn’t. Honestly, I might have thought that too. Even as we walked in here, I wasn’t at all sure what to expect. What we would do. What I would see. What I’m witnessing right now has me more turned on than anything I’ve ever felt in my life and Nandy’s eyes…. his eyes on me. I reach for my cock and press my palm against it. I’m going to come just sitting here watching them. Fynn’s mouth is so damn beautiful.
I unbutton my pants and reach for the zipper as Nandy tries not to notice, but I see the tiny raise of his eyebrow. I wait. He nods at me. Permission to continue. Permission I hadn’t known I needed…. or wanted. His permission. I free my cock and point it skyward with my hand, swiping the generous amount of precum that had been leaking all over my pants across the swollen head.
Nandy’s eyes have finally left mine. Something more enticing to look at? He watches my fingers stroke along the plump crown of my cock and I hear a faint groan from his throat.
He gazes back down at Fynn with a look of adoration. He again loosens his grip on his hair and strokes the soft strands, all the while furiously fucking Fynn’s mouth…until…Nandy throws his head back and I see the muscles in his stomach tighten. He grabs his cock and rips it free from Fynn’s mouth and, with a guttural cry, unloads all over Fynn’s face. Fynn opens his mouth to catch what he can and then lifts his face to allow the hot streams of come to cover his face.
When Nandy bends and cradles Fynn’s face in his hands and kisses him, my cock throbs in my hands. Nandy licks Fynn’s face clean and gives him a deep, cum-soaked kiss. Fynn moans and I see him swallow and hear him suck Nandy’s tongue before Nandy stands again.
