The shirt was pulled open, revealing the full bare swath of him from chest to knees, and he left the white shirt to hang on his shoulders. Alice already had both hands on him, obscuring part of his cock, but it was unmistakably and unavoidably there. Hard, and long, and thick, and turning my insides to glass. If I moved, I’d shatter.
He watched me intently and curiously as I took in the exposed sight of him. He was cold steel, but the room was scorching, and the needle on the thermostat continued to climb as she heaved both of her hands over him, pumping her fists on his angry cock.
Chess was over, but we were still playing a game, and as I shot him an uninterested look, I made it clear I considered it his move now.
He didn’t want me to miss a thing, which was why he pushed the side of his open shirt out of the way and set the hand closer to me on his hip, displaying as much of him as possible. The other one drifted into the glossy strands of her blonde hair and urged her head toward him, signaling what he expected.
She parted her rose-colored lips and complied, her eyes fluttering closed as the head of him slid into her wide mouth.
I didn’t like the way Macalister and I both sucked in a deep breath at the same moment. It was like I was involved, a part of this, when I was desperate not to be. It made me angry how my gaze kept wanting to slip from his and better watch what was happening at his waist. I absolutely hated the low, dull ache it created in my center when his eyes lidded with desire.
At least he looked mortal like this. He wasn’t impervious to what she was doing to him.
Gravel edged into his words like the pleasure he felt was stuck in the base of his throat. “I’ve imagined you on your knees for me a thousand times.”
Don’t, I whispered to myself, but it was already too late. I saw myself in her place, my knees squeaking against the wood as I rocked on my legs, my mouth steadily sliding over him. A traitorous muscle deep between my thighs tightened, causing a horrifying spark of satisfaction.
His hips remained perfectly still, but his grip on her hair clenched, twisting the strands to the point of discomfort because her eyes burst open and peered up at him with surprise. And while she looked at him, he looked at me. His wife was nothing more than an instrument. A toy to appease him while he gazed at what he desired but had not yet had.
Was he aware she did the same thing with his son? Used Vance as a substitute for the husband who wouldn’t even look at her anymore?
The table between us had a glossy finish, and it was safer to watch the fuzzy reflection in it as Alice bobbed her head and kept up with the demanding tempo her husband required. She had one hand wrapped around the base of him and the other cupping underneath, and saliva dripped over her shiny fingers.
The lens of the table allowed me to tell myself it wasn’t real. Her head didn’t rock side to side as she inched down and slowly took his cock all the way to the back of her throat. The soft sound of her cough broke the spell and drew my gaze back up.
The pleasure made his eyes smolder toward me. “I look forward to training you to do this.” Macalister’s tone was seductive. “Just like I did her.”
Oh, fuck. I could picture it all so clearly in my head. He’d loved teaching me chess and enjoyed the role as my instructor. He’d probably try to make a game out of it. Benchmarks and rewards for improvement on my deep-throating lessons.
Thick sludge, hot like lava, moved through my veins.
“No,” I said, both to him and the shameful response thrumming through my body.
As Alice retreated, her cheeks carved into hollows and her hand clamped down at the edge of her lips. She moved her fist in perfect time with the steady seesaw motion of her mouth, and I saw mostly the whites of her eyes as she stared up at her husband.
God, the way she looked. Couldn’t he see how badly she longed for him? It was cruel. I’d wanted to see her punished, but this . . . it didn’t satisfy. It only made me feel unease, like it was too much.
Enjoyment twisted on his face as our gazes were horribly locked together. The hand on the back of her head pushed with more urgency, and his hips succumbed to a craving to move that he’d held back until now. He thrust forward, stabbing in her mouth, and her cheek bulged as the head of his cock pressed into it.