She nods.
“I don’t think you are.”
“I am,” she assures me, making my heart race.
“Prove it.”
“H-how?”
I grab the edge of the sheet and pull it away from her. The bruises on her torso are starting to turn awful colors, but it’s an indication that they’re starting to heal. I choose to focus on the wings of that pretty little butterfly on her abdomen.
“Touch your pussy.”
She inches her head back as if she can’t believe what I just said.
“If you can’t touch your pussy in front of me, what makes you think you’ll be able to in front of two men?”
“I’ll be getting fucked, not playing with myself,” she argues.
“You’ll be doing what we tell you to do,” I correct. “Play. With. Your. Pussy.”
I don’t know which part of what I said turns her on the most, but her pussy is glistening with arousal when she spreads her legs as her fingers inch down her stomach.
“You weren’t like this before,” she pants as she brushes over her clit.
“A lot has changed, Grace. That’s it. Dip your fingers just inside. I want to see how wet you are.”
Soaked. That’s the only word to describe her fingers when she pulls them back, the light from the bathroom at my back, making them shimmer with her arousal.
“Can you make yourself come, baby?”
She nods her head, mouth hanging open as she watches me.
I drop the towel from around my waist, and she smiles, looking very pleased with herself for the erection jutting out from my hips.
“Are you throbbing there?”
She nods again. “Touch me.”
God, am I tempted to, but I’m also trying to prove a point.
“I think I’ll make you get yourself off twice in a week. Once for me and once for him. What do you think of that?”
She whimpers but doesn’t say anything.
“I can’t really decide,” I begin, my hand sliding down my stomach and gripping my cock. “I may have him fuck you first so he can feel the difference between your pussy before you come and after. Both times still tight as fuck, but there’s just something spectacular about sliding inside of you after you explode.”
“Yes,” she moans, the movement of her hand nearly doubling.
Fuck, why have I never thought to have her do this in front of me before? It has to be the best kind of torture just standing here when every cell in my body is urging me forward to press my mouth right where her fingers are working.
“Think he’d get addicted to that sweet pussy?” I growl, hating the thought. “Maybe I won’t let you come at all.”
She whimpers her disproval at that option, her legs starting to tremble.
“You can’t get upset. We’re going to be using you up, remember?” She moans again. “You like that, don’t you? You want the two of us to leave you drained. You’ll be so turned on, you won’t be able to help but come on the two cocks inside of you. I bet we argue over who gets to take that tight ass of yours.”
Her eyes start to roll back, and I’m pretty sure I’ve created a fucking monster.
“You already know the answer though don’t you, baby?” I step closer to the bed. “You know that ass is mine.”
She explodes, her cries echoing around the room and settling in my nuts. I can’t even give her time to pull her hand away before I streak her pussy with my cum.
The wet warmth on the back of her hand sets her off again, the orgasm rolling through her until she has to jerk her hands away and clamp her legs together like she just can’t take any more.
And fuck me if I don’t fall a little harder when she opens her eyes and smiles.
I already know this isn’t going to go to plan, but I’m also incapable of stopping the train that’s already barreling down the tracks.
Am I doing the right thing, or will this be the worst mistake of my fucking life?
Chapter 28
Grace
Waking up alone once again doesn’t give me the greatest feeling, but I don’t wait around in the room for Trenton after showering. I dress in another combo of t-shirt and sweats from his dresser and head into the kitchen.
We have a plan now. In one week, we’ll be putting whatever this is between us to the test. The plan was to make him see that he doesn’t want to share me, but each time I push, he pushes back harder, leaving me more confused on how this will all play out.
Despite the sinking feeling inside of me that he’s going to be fine with seeing me with another man, that he isn’t going to claim me as his, I’m also kind of thrilled and excited, something I never saw myself being when teased and taunted with the prospect of actually doing this.