“Once we’re done, she’ll leave,” I lie to River.
He pins me with a glare so fierce I wait for the desk I’m sitting behind to catch fire. My best friend rises, rounding the one thing that separates us, and crouches between my spread thighs. His hands on either one, the heat of his touch makes me groan in response. The memory of how Caia tasted still taints my lips when River leans in close. Our mouths are inches apart. My cock thickens, ready to feel him, feel her, either one of them. I’ll gladly take them.
“Bend over the desk,” I tell him.
River rises, watching me as he unbuttons his shirt, tugging it from his frame, gifting me a view of his toned chest. The muscles are corded in his arms, tense, yet the bulge in his slacks tell me he’s as ready as I am. Following his lead, I stand, tugging my T-shirt up and over my head.
My best friend is soon naked, offering me his body to use as I need. I want to get lost in him. I need to forget Caia because there’s no way she would be with a monster like me. Opening the drawer, I grab the lube. Trickling a generous amount between River’s cheeks, I drop my boxers and slowly massage him, from his shoulders down to the place I’m about to fuck. The tight ring of muscle around my one finger pulses, the sound of his groan evidence of his need for me.
I pull the foil packet from my desk drawer and rip it open with my teeth. Once I’ve sheathed my cock, I fist myself, positioning the tip at his entrance. Inch by inch, I slide into River, fucking myself deep in his ass.
His hands grip the edge of my desk, holding on, as my own fingers dig into his hips. A soft click steals my attention from him, and when I lift my eyes, I find Caia at the door. She’s standing there, dressed in a small pair of shorts and a tight tank top. Her nipples are hard. Even in the dim light, I can see the peaks of her tits, needy for my mouth. Lifting one hand, I crook my finger, calling her to us.
Her bare feet pad shyly as she makes her way into the room, the door shutting behind her. I fist River’s hair, tugging his head up so he can see her watch us fuck.
“Looks like we have a voyeur in our midst,” I smirk, balls-deep inside River’s ass.
“Come closer, princess,” he calls to her. I can hear the smile in his voice. She does. Slowly but surely, she nears us, and I watch as her eyes are glued to the scene before her. “Take your top off.”
“I . . . I . . . can’t.” Her voice is barely a whisper.
I pull out slowly, slamming back in deep. River’s pleasured groans echo around us as Caia’s lips part in a gasp. Her chest rises and falls faster and faster as I move my hips, thrusting against River’s body.
“Touch yourself, little raven. I want to watch you fly,” I tell her, staring at her slight frame. She hesitates for a moment, as if she’s unsure of her next movement. It’s like I can see the wheels turning in her head, then she smiles shyly, settling herself on the chair opposite my desk, and slowly teases her nipples through the material of her top.
“Good girl,” River hisses in pleasure as I pull out, thrusting harder and faster against him. Fucking into him with animalistic desire. The two people who hold my heart before me, their pleasured moans turning me wild.
Caia takes the lead, her hand dropping between her thighs as she gently touches her core. I’m sure the material is wet, drenched with her sweet, slick juices. Her head drops back, her whimpers louder as I continue driving into River’s ass.
My best friend begs for more, for me. “Fuck, do it, Drake.” His voice is raspy as I pull out, then thrust in deep. My body shudders with need, with desire burning through me, and I find pleasure and euphoria as River moans, Caia cries out, and I fill the condom with jets of hot release.
I pull out, slipping the rubber from my softening dick. Disposing of the condom, I pull on my boxer briefs and meet Caia’s wide eyes.
“Come here, little bird.” I smile. She slides from the chair, rising silently. As she nears me, the scent of her sweetness invades my nostrils. Her head tips back so she can look up at me. Without shoes, she’s even shorter, and I love how small she is compared to me.
“Did you like the show?” River questions, his cock hard, jutting from between his thighs. Thick, hard, and pierced, the silver ring at the tip shines in the light from the desk lamp.