Sophie (The Boss 8)

The intimacy of the scene stoked heat low in my belly. The fireplace was lit, creating a warm glow in contrast to the cool daylight from the windows. On the chaise, El-Mudad reclined, totally naked, between Neil’s legs. Neil, fully clothed in jeans and a hunter-green sweater with pushed-up sleeves, slowly and rhythmically stroked El-Mudad's cock. Each long, gentle pass flexed Neil's wrist, made the muscles in his forearm stand out, and bounced light off the face of his big gold watch. The slick sound of copious lubrication filled the silence between El-Mudad's sharp breaths and stuttered groans.

I’d seen Neil and El-Mudad together many, many times, but not when they were alone. That was different, the way it was always different when two of us fucked without the third present. Leaving the door closed and concealing my presence made it a little pervier to watch them, something they would approve of if I’d asked them.

"Now," El-Mudad gasped, and Neil let go, allowing El-Mudad's erection to bob helplessly, desperate for any sensation to tip him over the brink of his release.

"Let me know when I can continue," Neil said, kissing El-Mudad's neck. The soft instruction held my Sir’s unmistakable tone.

Judging from the sweat shining on El-Mudad’s face, chest, stomach, and thighs, they had been at this for a while.

While I loved nearly every type of pain I could get, El-Mudad preferred pain through pleasure rather than the reverse. Neil was a versatile enough Dom to deliver what both of us needed, and in this encounter, I glimpsed the early days of our play before he’d trusted himself to push me to my limit.

Sir nuzzled El-Mudad’s ear and murmured, “Are you ready to come for me?”

“Yes,” El-Mudad gasped desperately. “Yes, please.”

Oh, yes, please, I echoed silently, squeezing my thighs together. I bit back a moan at the silky slip of wetness between them.

Sir resumed his original, painfully slow pace, steadily stroking. He ordered, “Come for me now,” and El-Mudad's entire body tensed. His hips jerked upward, arcing long splashes of cum across his stomach and chest. His orgasm seemed to go on and on while he shuddered and twisted, and Sir kept gliding his hand up and down at the same, measured pace.

“I can’t…” El-Mudad whimpered. “It’s too much.”

“It isn’t,” Sir scolded him. “Keep going.”

Holy fuck.

“Stop! Stop! Please, please…” El-Mudad’s toes curled and popped loudly. Then, with a cry of raw, unbearable pleasure, his hips jerked upward again, and more cum drooled slowly down the head of his cock and over Sir’s fingers.

Sir laid his free hand on El-Mudad’s forehead, wiping away the sweat. “Incredible. You are simply incredible.”

Then, as my throat went totally dry and my pussy flooded even more, Neil lifted his other hand to his mouth and sucked the cum from his fingers.

Okay, that was it. I had to get off like, immediately. Their moment was so perfect; I didn’t want to intrude. I tiptoed down the hallway, every step making my cunt throb until I didn’t know if I would find a place to masturbate before walking caused an orgasm. I popped into the closest guest room, locked the door behind me, and looked around for just a second; I wasn’t even sure I’d been in this room since our initial tour when we were buying the place.

That made the idea of shamelessly pleasuring myself there even hotter.

I practically ripped off my clothes, then fell naked to spread-eagle on the big bed. I didn’t waste any time; I plunged two fingers into my cunt, deep, and fucked myself as hard as I could until I couldn’t stand it anymore and I had to touch my clit. The moment I did, electricity arched through me. Though I had planned on being quiet, I couldn’t hold back. I humped my hips and came with a strangled moan, squirting over my wrist and palm.

And, unfortunately, the bedspread.

I was going to have to figure out how to explain that to the housekeeper.

Laughing in disbelief, I used my least-messy hand to push back my hair. That had been the mood booster I'd needed, for sure.

At some point, I dozed off. I woke relieved to see that I'd only been out for about twenty minutes. I cleaned up in the en suite bathroom, dressed, then considered how I could make my escape without revealing my presence. I opened the door slowly and listened for El-Mudad or Neil. When I didn't hear anything, I tiptoed back to the house’s central part to either find them or wait for them to finish.

I checked my phone and found a text Neil had sent ten minutes before: In the den. Sorry, I just saw your message.

I smirked at that. Of course, he'd only just seen it. His hands had been full at the time.

The moment I stepped into the den, Neil noticed my nap-reddened face. “Sophie, you’re flushed. Are you all right?”