Incentive (Infidelity Universe)

Reese shifts Decker’s jeans down his hips, revealing a huge soft cock.

He isn’t aroused. He doesn’t want this.

“Decker, this is wrong.” I close my legs and wrap my arms around my torso. “I feel really selfish. I can’t let you—”

“Shut the fuck up and put your fingers in your pussy.” He lowers into the chair. “Spread yourself open so I can see you.”

I follow his order, fingers tentative as I touch myself. I start to slip into my flustered mind, but the heat in his eyes holds me in the room, in the moment, with him. Those eyes wander down my chest, making my breasts feel fuller, heavier. His gaze roams lower, tracing the spread of my legs and following the movement of my hand as I sink my fingers deeper inside my pussy.

“You’re a vision, Laynee. A fucking dream. Don’t stop touching yourself.” He rakes a hand through Reese’s hair and yanks on the strands. “Reese, pull out your cock.”

Reese drags in a shaky breath and fumbles with his belt, then his zipper. His jeans inch down his backside, exposing the upper curves of his ass. I can’t see the front of him, but the flex of his bicep and the movement of his arm tells me he’s stroking himself. My God, it’s so fucking hot.

I’ve done things like this with Reese, but we’ve never had anyone commanding us, divvying out the pleasure, and controlling the outcome. I don’t know why it’s so arousing to be dominated by Decker, but it makes all the difference in the world.

Reese continues to stroke himself, working his body into a breathy, muscle-strained mass of tension. “Decker?”

Beyond Reese’s shoulders, Decker’s length twitches, swells, and lengthens. There’s nothing more erotic than watching Decker get hard.

His eyes don’t stray from mine as he curls his fingers around the armrests. “Suck my cock, Reese.”

Air whooshes from my lungs, and I rub myself harder, more frantically. I’m already climbing toward climax, but I don’t slow down. I can’t.

Inching to the side, Reese deliberately gives me a direct view of his free hand wrapping around Decker’s erection. The instant Reese grips him, Decker chokes on a breath, and every muscle in his body goes stiff.

I spread my thighs wider, sliding my fingers in and out without breaking eye contact with Decker. But when he sucks in a harsh inhale, I can’t stop myself from watching his cock sink into Reese’s mouth.

Oh.

My.

Fuck.

Decker grunts and shifts his legs, planting his bare feet firmly to the floor.

My focus flits to the white-knuckled grip of Decker’s hands on the chair. The corded sinews in his neck. The rapid rise and fall of his sculpted chest. The glorious play of muscles flexing in his torso. The blown pupils eclipsing the brown of his eyes.

When his chest goes still, I’m not sure he’s breathing. But he’s watching. Watching my fingers with resolute focus.

The brawn of Reese’s back trembles beneath a sheen of perspiration as he bobs his head and slides his hand over his own cock. My breaths wheeze with growing urgency, threading through the sounds of masculine grunts. Decker looks so tense and stunned I don’t know if he’s going to explode with pleasure or rage.

He seems to lose some kind of fight with his lungs, because he releases a heavy loud exhale, and the fire in his eyes intensifies. “You need to come, Laynee. Come now.”

I circle a finger around my clit, and a release of tingling electricity detonates in my core, shooting outward like fireworks, crackling, sparking, zapping every nerve ending in my body. My head drops back, and I continue to rub, moaning and jerking beneath my fingers.

Reese moans with me, his voice garbled and pained. I return my attention to them just as Decker grips Reese’s hair and pulls, freeing his cock from Reese’s mouth.

“Come,” he mutters, holding my gaze.

Reese’s arm jerks, once, two more times, and he groans long and hard, dropping his forehead to Decker’s thigh, his entire body shaking with the force of his release. Decker strokes Reese’s hair through the orgasm and continues to do so while Reese catches his breath, all the while staring directly into my eyes.

“Fuck.” Reese chuckles and grabs his t-shirt, using it to clean himself.

As he fastens his jeans, Decker cups a hand against Reese’s jaw, and they share a moment of eye contact. I can’t see Reese’s face, but Decker’s gaze softens, as if to silently say, Thank you. Then Decker smirks and gives him a pat on his head.

An unexpected tremble of relief sifts through me.

Climbing to his feet, Reese leans over to whisper something in Decker’s ear. The skin around Decker’s eyes creases, and he gives a stiff nod.

“See you tomorrow, Laynee.” Reese strolls to the door, keeping his gaze averted from my nude body.

“Okay.” I wait until the door closes behind him before pointing out the obvious. “You didn’t come.”