His arm is still draped around my shoulders, a reassuring weight, his body warm and firm at my side, and I want…
Not fucking sure what I want.
But Syd winks at me and starts to undress. First her shoes go, then her pants and sweater, leaving her in her panties and bra. She takes her hair down, shakes the copper curls loose over her shoulders, and the lethargy vanishes, replaced by arousal once more.
Nate’s hand moves up to tangle in my hair. He turns around to face me and he cups my jaw, gripping a bit too tight.
Still good.
Then he sets to undressing me, too, yanking my sweater and T-shirt over my head, then pulling down the zipper of my jeans.
I catch his hand, breathing hard. He gazes steadily back at me, then pulls his hand away and shifts so he can drag down my pants and briefs, then shoes and socks.
My dick bobs against my stomach, rock hard and aching. “What about you?” I mutter and reach for him, but he steps back and starts stripping.
Syd slips her hands over his chest, under his shirt, then undoes his belt and the buttons of his jeans. He takes her face in his hands and kisses her, walking her backward until she’s in front of me.
I pull her on my lap. Nate leans over her and drags her panties over her legs and off. I put my hands over her tits, squeezing, and she moans.
What are we doing? Her sweet ass is pressing back against my hard dick, and it feels awesome. She turns her head and we kiss, long and slow and deep and it gets me harder and harder.
“West…” I undo the clasp of her bra, slide the straps down her arms and get it off her so I can cup her soft tits and tease her stiff nipples. “Please...”
I want to sink inside her so bad it hurts. But the feel of her tits in my hands is amazing, and every time I tug on her nipples, she whimpers and rubs her ass against my hard-on. It’s making my brain sluggish and my body burn.
“What do you want, West?” Nate is stroking his flushed cock, legs slightly spread, looking down at us.
“Suck him off,” I order softly. I’m not used to issuing commands, but tonight I want to see, to control.
Maybe because I lost the last shreds of my control these past few days and I’m still not sure I’ve stopped spinning in this downward spiral.
She moans softly, then reaches for him and he steps closer, his gaze moving from her face to mine and back.
Her small hand closes around his dick and her lips part on an inhalation. Then she swallows the tip of his cock, hums around it. Curls bouncing, tits swaying, she goes to town on him. He looks down at her messy red hair, but doesn’t touch her, only breathing in and out, groaning when she swallows him deeper.
His stomach clenches, and he hunches over, and he’s so obviously struggling not to come yet it sends a bolt of heat right through me.
“Stop,” I say.
He growls, shakes, but puts a hand on her hair to stop her. “Got an eyeful?” he pants. “Good show?”
“It’ll do.”
He chuckles, shakes his head. “Asshole.”
Syd lifts her head, glances over her shoulder at me, cheeks flushed, mouth red and puffy. “And for you?”
“I want inside you.” I scoot back on the bed, lie on my back and gesture in invitation, my other hand closing around my hard-on. “Come here.”
She turns around and crawls over me, those round tits right in my face, the slickness of her pussy trailing over my legs, my stomach. “What do you want?”
I pull her down and lift my head to lick and suck on her nipples. She keens and shifts on my chest, her pussy warm and leaking.
“West…” Nate’s voice is broken with arousal. “Goddammit, if you’re gonna lead, then tell me what the fuck to do.”
I release Syd’s nipple from my mouth and look at him standing there, his cock hard and flushed, his body trembling. Does he think I’m ever gonna leave him out?
“Get on here, man. I’m not good at this controlling thing.”