Watching Mine

She seems to relax more with Wyatt’s reassurance of what I told her earlier.

His hands move to her arms and he gently places her hands on the table in front of her, bending her at the waist so she’s resting on them. Her head tilts back so her eyes stay connected to mine.

When he runs his hands down the bare skin on her back exposed by her low-cut dress and bends to kiss the back of her neck, my blood runs hot. I grab my dick through my jeans, trying to find more room that I know isn’t there. She’s right there in front of me, only four feet away, with Wyatt’s hands on her, and the scene looks so fucking hot, and I know it’s only going to get hotter.

Her tits test the material of her dress as her chest heaves with her heavy breathing. Her face carries a sexy blush and her nails dig into the wood.

Wyatt’s hands travel down her back, over her ass, to the bottom of her dress. Emberleigh lets out a moan and her eyes droop when he reaches beneath the material. I don’t know what he’s doing under there, but a second later, her moans become louder. Her bottom lip gets abused by her teeth and she tries to fight back her natural reaction to Wyatt’s hand on her pussy.

He drops to his knees behind her, and I know what he’s getting ready to do: Taste fucking heaven. Her dress gets flipped up over her ass, her legs pulled further apart, then he shoves his face in her pussy.

“Oh my God,” she whimpers, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment before she opens them again.

I unsnap the button of my jeans and pull down the zipper, unable to hold back the need to fist my cock. My chair is far enough away from the table that Emberleigh sees exactly what I’m doing and what watching her and Wyatt has done to my body.

Wyatt eats away at her, groaning deeply as he does so. He must hit the perfect spot because she cries out and her eyes fall closed.

“Emberleigh,” I growl, and her eyes snap open. “Eyes open. Keep them on me.”

Her tongue peeks out to lick her lips and she gives a barely noticeable nod. My grip on my shaft tightens, and I feel a drop of precum form on the tip. I swipe my finger across it, then lean forward and bring it to Emberleigh. She sucks my finger inside her warm mouth, causing a hiss to leave my lips.

Abruptly, I stand and lean my body over the table. Grabbing a handful of hair, I bring her mouth to mine. I taste myself on her tongue, but I taste her delicious flavor more. She moans against my mouth, and my hand grips her hair tighter.

Yanking my mouth away, I growl, “Couch.”

Wyatt hears me and pulls away from Emberleigh. The glistening on his face from her arousal almost has me throwing her down on the table and fucking her senseless.

I yank my shirt over my head and throw it to the side. Grabbing her hand, I pull her behind me to the living room. Spinning her around, my hands land on her ass, and I yank her to me. I growl as I plunder her mouth with my tongue. My hands dip beneath her dress, and I thank fucking God I had her take off her panties earlier.

She’s fucking soaked. I know most of it’s from her arousal and not Wyatt’s mouth.

Lifting my mouth from hers, I note Wyatt out the corner of my eye sitting on the couch. His shirt’s off and his jeans are unbuttoned with the zipper pulled down. He has his dick in his hand, stroking it slowly.

My eyes leave his and go back to Emberleigh. “You like having Wyatt’s hands on you, Emberleigh?” I ask, and watch as her eyes light up. She doesn’t need to answer for me to know she does.

“Yes.”

“Does he make you feel good?”

I slide a finger inside her tight sheath. Her nails dig into my sides and she whimpers, “Yes.”

“Does he make you feel as good as I do?”

I don’t know why I ask that question. It’s never mattered to me before, but for some reason, I want it to be my hands she craves above all others.

She leans up on her tippy toes, kisses my lips, then brings her mouth to my ear and whispers, “He feels good, but you feel so much better. I was imagining he was you.”

Her words really test my control. Fuck, I’ve never wanted her more than I do right in this moment, but I’m not done yet. I want more from her and Wyatt.

I plunge two more fingers in along beside the first one, and she cries out. “Oh, God, Nathan. Please. Fuck me.”

I pull my fingers from her and shake my head. Lifting my fingers to my lips, I suck off her juices.

“Not yet,” I say. “Soon.”

With my arm around her waist, I walk her backward toward Wyatt. When she’s standing in front of him still facing me, his hands go to her waist and he leans forward, kissing her ass cheeks.

I look behind her and pin him with my eyes. “You don’t fuck her.” My voice comes out hard, letting him know I’m dead fucking serious. I’ll rearrange his face if he even thinks about going against my word. Again, this is new for me, but I don’t fucking care.