The Boyfriend (The Boss 7)

Of course, watching my husband and my boyfriend grind on each other in frustrating denial would undoubtedly result in a “dripping wet” scenario.

Neil angled his hips up and reached between their bodies to grasp El-Mudad’s cock. El-Mudad’s eyebrows drew together in a grimace of pleasure, and he whispered, “Oh yes, my love,” as Neil stroked him.

My fingers wandered down my stomach. I was torn between wanting to get involved and just watching them. I loved the way their bodies looked together; El-Mudad all hard muscle slinking under tight, flawless skin, Neil softened a bit by age but no less powerful or beautiful. I loved the flex of the prominent veins on the back of his hand as he squeezed and pumped El-Mudad’s cock.

I parted myself with a fingertip and circled my clit, my other hand palming my breast. Neil glanced over, and I spread my legs wide. “I’m just enjoying the show.”

“So am I,” he groaned, his gaze fixed on my vulva.

“I want to come inside of you, Sophie,” El-Mudad gasped. “I want your cunt to milk every last drop.”

“Shall I get you close?” Neil asked him, rubbing his thumb over the exposed head of El-Mudad’s cock. “Far too close, perhaps, but not quite enough?”

I shivered at the thought of watching El-Mudad struggle through denied orgasm after denied orgasm, but not this evening. “It’s been too long,” I complained. “I need him, now.”

Neil sat back and released him. “By all means. But wait just a moment, will you?”

El-Mudad held his cock tight in his fist, as though he were fighting the urge to jack himself off right there.

Neil went to his suitcase, already resting neatly on a rack, and unzipped it. He rummaged through it for a moment and returned with a rechargeable wand vibrator. “The moment this turns on, Sophie, you must leave it on your clit. You can’t move it away, no matter how long we take with you.”

“We?” I asked, looking at both of them uncertainly.

“He can go first,” Neil said, handing me the vibe. “And when he’s finished, I’ll fuck you.”

I mentally calculated just how long my over-stimulated nerves would torment me. Then I pressed the wide, round tip of the vibrator against my clit and turned it on. It was still on the setting I liked, a deep, steady pulse. El-Mudad knelt between my legs and pulled me down the bed, causing me to gasp and laugh at the same time. He brushed the head of his cock up and down my slit, spreading my wetness around, then pushed inside. My body molded to him as though we were meant to be one piece. He sank so deep that I was convinced we had become a single being, yet still, I lifted up, trying to draw him in more.

He leaned down to kiss me, then to kiss my jaw, my neck, to whisper in my ear, “Shall we do this together? I’m so close. You have no idea how much I want you when we’re apart. No idea how I ache to be inside you, to feel this cunt begging to be filled.”

“Oh, please,” was all I could manage, because I wasn’t anywhere near as smooth a talker as him, and definitely not when teetering on the brink of orgasm. “I’m going to come!”

“Then let me go with you,” he breathed, and slowly withdrew, tightening every muscle in my body from my toes up. He thrust forward hard, then pulled out and plunged in again, and groaned, “Now, Sophie. Come for me now.”

The vibration on my clit had gotten me much of the way in a hurry, but it was his words, his desperate plea as he spiraled out of control himself that took me over the edge. Pleasure spiked through me with every jerk of his cock, every hot, wet gush as he filled me. My legs crushed his waist, and I arched my back, crying out with the surprising force of my orgasm.

He was done, but I couldn’t turn off the vibrator. While he lay atop me, trying to get his breath, the toy buzzed between us, tormenting my oversensitive flesh while I tried to twist away from the stimulation. He hissed, too sensitive, himself, and reluctantly pulled free.

I turned my head. Neil lay beside us, pure need darkening his eyes. When El-Mudad collapsed on the pillows, Neil rolled on top of me. He slid into me in one long, steady stroke, and I came again, whimpering.

El-Mudad took my hand in his, kissing my fingertips. I turned to look him in the eye, and he held my gaze as Neil’s painfully hard cock stretched me.

“Tell me what it’s like,” El-Mudad whispered against my knuckles. “Tell me how he feels in you.”

“Big,” I rasped, my throat raw. “Too big. Like I’m going to split apart. Like I want to.”