In desperation, her hands sought Mark’s erection. Sam grabbed her hands and pushed them firmly by her side.
“Oh, no, none of that. He just gets to watch this time.”
Sam resumed his attentions, one hand tugging on a nipple clamp, sending a bolt of heat straight to her pussy, and her blood boiling through her veins. He slipped one finger inside her, then another. When he pressed on the butt plug while this tongue flicked just the right place, she shattered.
With an easy movement, Sam tugged his shirt off. Her eyes widened to see a long, ugly scar marring his chest, but then he undid his fly, letting his leathers fall to the floor. His scar forgotten, Jodi sucked in a breath at the sight of his cock, and knew he hadn’t misjudged the need for such a big butt plug.
He hopped onto the bed and arranged the pillows beside Mark, ensuring he didn’t come close to Mark’s hand, and lay down.
“Crawl on up here, sweet pea. Let me feel that soft mouth of yours on Sam Junior.”
She stifled her snort. There was nothing junior about that thick pole. While his cock was the same length as Mark’s, it was thicker. He slid his hand along its length and back down, squeezing the tip on each pass, a bead of pearly moisture glistening at its tip.
“Don’t take your eyes off Mark.” As she caught Mark’s gaze, she saw the hunger deep in his eyes. The lust. And something deeper, almost feral.
“Start off licking my balls,” Sam commanded. His hand lifted them as his hips thrust closer to her.
With each swipe of her tongue, Mark’s breathing got heavier, his eyes half closing.
“Now lick my cock, sweet pea. Make a meal of me.”
She began with a teasing nip to the base of his shaft, then swirled her tongue up the thick shaft, tracing the dark veins that bulged from the taut skin. Her eyes still on Mark, she made a show of spreading the drop of come that quivered at the end of Junior’s slit over her lips. Then delicately, slowly, licked it off.
Feeling power spread through her at having such a captive audience, Jodi opened her mouth, tightened her lips over Junior’s head and swallowed him deep.
“Watch her, Mark. Look at how her lips are stretching over my shaft. Oh shit, that feels so good!” Sam threw his head back and arched his hips as she increased the suction. The noise of her sucking and Mark’s harsh pants mingled with Sam’s murmured instructions.
Jodi tasted a trickle of pre-come on the back of her tongue, slightly more acidic than Mark’s essence. Her hand drifted down between her legs, thrust inside in a feeble attempt to mimic the motions of her mouth, her tongue. Cream coated her fingers, slid down her thighs as her hips thrust. She rolled her clit between her thumb and forefinger, moaning as the pressure inside her built like a volcano about to explode.
Fingers wrapped in her hair forcing her to resume the movement she’d forgotten while pleasuring herself. Eventually he held her head still, his hips pistoning his cock deep into her mouth.
“She’s giving me the best blow job I’ve ever had, Mark. But you know that, don’t you? I’ll bet you’re wishing…her lips were…around your cock, aren’t you?” Sam said, his voice deepening with every thrust. “Isn’t her ass beautiful? Can you imagine me…parting those sweet cheeks of hers…taking her ass?”
Chapter Eight
Sam’s taunts caused Mark’s guts to cramp like he’d swallowed a length of razor wire.
What had he been thinking, suggesting a threesome with Sam? Why had he thought he’d be okay sharing Jodi with any man, let alone a player like Sam?
Jodi moaned, her hand moving frantically between her arching hips as Sam thrust his dick down her throat. Mark wanted to plant a fist in Sam’s face when he saw his friend’s eyes scrunched closed, a look of ecstasy on his face. Ecstasy from Jodi sucking him off. They’d discussed a similar scenario, but he was supposed to be satisfying Jodi from behind while she went down on Sam. And he’d never thought about what it would feel like, how his heart would tear watching Sam enjoying Jodi’s attentions. It had never mattered before with any of their girlfriends in college.
Why had Sam changed up their plan? Despite what Sam had told Jodi, he knew his friend had some hidden reason for tying him to the bed and forcing him to watch the two of them fucking. But what?
Jodi’s cheeks hollowed and her neck worked as she swallowed. Sam’s groan made Mark’s cock ache as it remembered what it felt like to be deep-throated by Jodi. Remembered how it felt to have that wonderful tongue of hers caress every millimeter of sensitive skin. Remembered the amazing suction she had, coaxing every last drop of come from his balls.
He shifted his hips, attempting to relieve the pain in his cock, not only from being trapped beneath too-tight denim, but from its need to bury itself in her, to feel those tight muscles grasp him, contract around him as she found her release. Yet here he was-a spectator.
For what felt like the fiftieth time that night, Mark grasped the chains binding him to the bed and tugged in a futile effort to free himself. He had to stop this travesty. He had to snatch Jodi away from Sam and finish within her. Hear her scream her release. A release only he could bring her.
Then he’d take Sam down-crush his balls, cut off his dick-whatever it took to punish him for daring to take Jodi in front of him like this. And yell at Jodi for agreeing to Sam’s suggestion.
His head fell back on the pillow, his conscience mocking him with a taunting laugh. Hell, who was he kidding? He’d been the one who had suggested, no, forced Jodi to write that damned list of fantasies. He’d been the one who had initially suggested the whole idea to Sam, not the other way around. He’d been the one to talk Jodi into the whole idea upstairs. And now he was the one trapped in a nightmare caused by his own hubris. Forced to watch his lover bringing his best friend to the height of ecstasy.
Another deep-throated moan escaped Jodi’s lips. Mark closed his eyes as his cock pulsed, remembering the feel of those moans the last time she’d gone down on him. His spine tingled and his hips arched, seeking relief. Seeking Jodi.
If he could just get free…
“Sam, at least release one hand so I can jerk off. This is fucking torture to watch.”
Without changing the rhythm of his hips, Sam opened his eyes. Shot a dark look of warning as he shook his head.
Goddamn it, what was that bastard playing at? It was like Sam expected him to know something. Understand something. But what?
Then all of a sudden Sam pulled his cock from Jodi’s mouth. “Not yet.”
A camera whirred overhead, the image on the screens capturing the moisture on Sam’s still-erect cock. Caught a thin stream of come leaking from the slit and trickling down the head onto Jodi’s mouth. Another camera zoomed in on Jodi’s beautiful pink tongue as it skimmed over her bottom lip, and lingered on a glistening drop of Sam’s come.
The barbed wire in his guts heated, snaked around his balls and tightened.
It should be his come she tasted. His.
What had possessed him to think he could sit idly by watching Jodi get off with another man, that he could share her? No man was ever going to touch her again. Only him. Jodi was his and his alone. And he was hers. Forever.
Whoa, where had that come from?
How many times had he and Sam shared their girlfriends back in college? Yet never before had he felt the icy-hot poker of jealousy now stabbing his gut. What was it about Jodi that caused him to feel like a guard dog protecting his property? His private property.
You’re trying to pretend she’s like all those other women you and Sam shared, his conscience mocked. But she’s not. You’ve fallen in love with her.
“On your hands and knees, sweet pea.”
If he’d been standing, he would have had to sit down and put his head between his knees. Holy shit, he loved her. Head-over-heels, deep-down-in-the-gut, ’til-death-do-us-part in love with her.
And stupid ass that he was, he’d voluntarily shared her with another man. He’d even encouraged her, told her
