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Shinji swings his head between us. “But Keishi?—”
“To me,” Takeshi reiterates in a steely voice.
Shinji nods and leaves me alone with my lust.
“Lakeshia will have the privilege soon enough. Tonight is for you and me. Now, kiss me.”
This time Shinji does not hesitate. He inches closer until he brackets Takeshi’s prone leg with both of his and swoops to meet his husband’s lips. Takeshi wraps his arms around Shinji and I watch as they make love with their mouths. Unlike Takeshi’s earlier demonstration, this union is poignant, with none of the jealous claiming.
I don’t want to watch them in this moment. Heated and savage fucking is one thing. I’m an expert in the field. But their intimacy pulls at me like nothing else has. I rub at the tightness in my chest.
Try as I might, my body refuses my commands to look away and envision myself anywhere but here. To not see Takeshi’s gentle but stern handling as he pushes Shinji to lie across his lap. To not hear Shinji’s moans as Takeshi tenderly applies lubricant to his ass with encouraging reassurances.
I clench my thighs together to stem the wave of sensation washing through me but it does no good. Not when the air thickens with their overpowering pheromones that call to me. I resist the lure of putting myself within their circle and experiencing something beyond sex and instant gratification for the first time in years.
Takeshi positions Shinji on all fours. On his knees, Takeshi settles behind his husband. “Play with yourself and put on a good show.”
Takeshi tunnels his hand through Shinji’s long hair and pulls up gently so that I can see the heavy lust-filled haze dragging at his eyes and his pink, swollen lips gasping in ecstasy.
With one hand, Shinji follows Takeshi’s instructions. He circles his dick and with a preliminary squeeze, begins a stroking motion.
“More,” Shinji gasps, making me realize that Takeshi has not been sitting still while I’ve fixated on Shinji.
No, Takeshi gently thrusts forward. Although Shinji obstructs my vision of his husband, I’ve seen what he’s working with and my imagination fills in the blanks.
I want to move closer to see Shinji’s ass swallow Takeshi’s dick. I want to crawl to Shinji and take over the hand job he’s giving himself. Hell, I want to lick and swallow him while Takeshi fucks him from behind.
Takeshi guides Shinji into a teaspoon position and lowers his mouth to Shinji’s ear. He pulls at his husband’s earlobe. While piercing me with his dark gaze, he says, “Look how turned on she is. She can’t help but rub herself. Just like when she was dreaming about us this morning.”
I gasp, realizing he’s right. I mindlessly sank two fingers into my pussy. Being exposed doesn’t stop me. I’m too far gone in my need. I plunge in and out of my pussy while Takeshi thrusts in his husband. I have no shame, just a driving desire to come.
While Takeshi pounds into Shinji, I time my thrusting fingers to match their rhythm. I don’t make a conscious decision to keep pace with them, but my body no longer follows my demands. Their moans and grunts ratchet my desire higher and higher.
Sweat slicks Shinji’s and Takeshi’s hair, and I have to bite back the urge to lick them both. I squeeze my nipples, sending tingling sensations throughout my body.
Takeshi claims Shinji’s mouth for a kiss, swallowing his groans. All the while both men keep me locked in their gazes. They are so hot together, and I’m so gone. I bite my lip, stifling my cry but doing a shit job of it.
How am I supposed to remain indifferent to these two men when nothing about what’s happening will allow me?
CHAPTER 7
Takeshi
I grit my teeth, needing to get a better handle on myself. But between Shinji’s tight ass massaging my dick and Lakeshia’s slippery fingers fucking her wet pussy, I’m barely able to keep the tenuous hold on my control.
As much as my husband tests my limits, I’ve always been able to reassert my dominance over him and myself without too much strain. But listening to Shinji’s moans in concert with hers pushes me closer and closer to an edge I’m determined never to cross.
I don’t like it.
Control and order are the two constant rules I live by.
“Keishi-kun…”
I pull Shinji by his nape and he twists his face around so I can kiss him again. Feed off him. My lover. My sustenance. Being inside him is never close enough. One kiss is never enough. I pinch his nipples and swallow his gasp.
Lakeshia’s hums and moans are not just background noise, but a soundtrack that inspires me to do more.
“Fuck,” she whispers when I cover Shinji’s hand and we stroke his length together.
