Page 71 of Voyeur
She bent over Lake, her body pressing against his chest as she whispered into his ear, “Well? Do you want to call it a night, or do you want to keep going?” She’d crawled so far up his chest that his cock slipped out of her, and I glanced toward it, finding it glistened with the juices of their fucking.
“Honestly,” Lake whispered, “I’m not sure how much longer I can go… what do you want to do?” He should’ve known the answer to that; he shouldn’t even have asked that silly, pointless question. Of course, Zoey wanted to go on. Her body liked being used… if she was not sore between the legs the next day, it was not a full enough night of fucking.
“I want to stay,” Zoey spoke, kissing his cheek, “but if you want to go, we can go.”
I rolled my eyes, shaking my head a bit. Such tenderness, such caring… it really was disgusting. I did not understand how she could like him and Carter and me at the same time; we were fundamentally different, down to our beliefs.
Lake was quiet for a moment, and I imagined him weighing the pros and cons of this. If he stayed, he would undoubtedly see and hear someone else fucking her—that was a far cry different than letting me watch their union. Would he get jealous? Would he never look at her the same way? However, I could imagine he also knew Zoey wanted to stay, so could he suck it up for her, do this one thing for her?
“I guess,” he started, “I guess we can stay…” He didn’t sound too sure, but I wasn’t about to weep over him and beg him for the truth.
No, instead I got off the bed, my cock still straining against my trousers, and headed to the door. I flung it open, spotting Carter leaning against the opposite hall wall, having already taken their coats somewhere else.
Carter snapped to attention the moment I appeared, his back straight and his green eyes sparkling. He said nothing, though I knew he hoped. If anything was dangerous, it was that thing named hope… but in this case, his hope was well-placed.
“Would you like to come in?” I asked, and as I spoke the question, his lips curled into a smirk and he pushed off the wall. Within the next moment, he stormed past me, heading into the dark room and instantly spotting Zoey and Lake on the bed, lying beside each other. I closed the door once we were all in, thereby shutting out any extra light.
Zoey propped herself up when Carter appeared beside the bed, running a hand through her hair, unabashed as both Carter and I ate her naked body up. Lake, on the other hand, kept his eyes averted, as if he could not believe he was about to do this.
I returned to my chair, leaning back as I watched the scene on the bed unfold.
“Well,” Carter spoke, practically growling out the word, “need a bit rougher of a fucking, Zoey?” As he spoke, he began to shed his shirt, button by button undoing it until he tore the entire thing off, baring his chest. Wide and muscled, he reached for his belt next, but Zoey stopped him by crawling to the edge of the bed and helping him out of it.
Even though I was not right beside them, I could hear the harsh breath that came from Carter’s chest. I knew how badly he wanted to tear into her, to fuck her into oblivion and make her lose all sense of self.
It would happen soon enough.
The moment Zoey had finished helping Carter out of his clothes, he practically pinned her to the bed, less than a foot away from Lake, hands roaming all along her, pinching her nipples, touching her between her legs, feeling how wet she was from her time with Lake. The breathy sighs that escaped Zoey’s lips made me wish I was on that bed with them, too.
Carter’s cock was thick and hard the moment she’d helped him out of his pants; I didn’t doubt he had been standing in that hallway, thinking about it, imagining her on her knees before him or in some similar position.
The scene I watched unfold before me was the most erotic, hot as fuck thing I think I’d ever seen.
Carter had flipped Zoey onto her stomach, pulling her back by her hips, forcing her ass in the air, making her keep herself up on her hands and knees. He pushed into her from behind, his body groaning as he filled her up in one thrust of his hips. Carter was an animal when he took her, bruising her sides as he jerked into her again and again.
For the first few moments of the fucking, Lake lay there, not watching, but Carter rectified that soon enough. He stopped his thrusting, bending over Zoey’s back, grabbing her by the throat and using his other arm to help move her, he literally picked her up and repositioned her near Lake’s cock, all while never having his own dick slip out of her. A talent, truly.
With a grunt, Carter released his hold on her, though not for long. The hand that had curled around her neck went to the back of her head, and he lowered it to Lake’s cock, wordlessly telling her exactly what she should be doing as he took her from behind.
Carter might hate Lake as much as I did, but when it came to sex, Carter was no gatekeeper, not picky in the least. He wanted Zoey to be put to good use, to have every hole on that body used up.
Lake turned his head, opening his mouth like he wanted to say something, but the moment Zoey took his cock into her mouth again, his head lolled back and he kept quiet, save for the occasional moan that left his throat.
How vanilla their sex life must be, if two orgasms had knocked him out like this already.
Zoey sucked him off while Carter took her from the back, not seeming to care at all that Lake’s cock was still coated in her own juices. It was a mess of limbs on the bed, a portrait of bodies all mashed together, hot and sweaty and groaning, and I could not get enough as I observed it all.
Time ceased to matter. I couldn’t count how many times Carter came, how many different positions he took with her—and thereby Lake. All I knew was that, eventually, the need to come was too strong for me, so I broke my silence, saying, “Zoey. Come here.”
Carter’s dick was currently slapping her in the face while Lake was embracing her from behind—he got used to the threesome quite quickly, once he overcame his reservations about it—and though it was the last thing either of them wanted to do, they both pulled themselves off her, which allowed the girl to crawl off the bed and come to me.
She stood before me, as beautiful and as tempting as ever, her pink hair slick with sweat. I leaned forward, running a finger along the space between her legs, catching the wetness there. Her natural juices, combined with cum from both Lake and Carter. Zoey let out a short gasp when I traced her slit, bringing the fingers out and offering them to her, just over my lap.
Her eyes met with mine, and she knew what she had to do. Zoey sunk to her knees before me, her hands touching my legs as she parted her lips. I shoved both fingers into her mouth, feeling her tongue glide over them, picking up everything that I’d collected.
When my fingers were clean, I pulled them from her mouth, working on unbuttoning my suit jacket and undoing my belt. Soon enough my cock was free, and it ached with the need for its release. Watching her for so long, depriving myself of my own orgasm as she lost herself in the act with both Carter and Lake… it was akin to torture. Pure, sweet, horrible torture.
Zoey’s head lowered, her mouth taking me in, and I closed my eyes and focused on the pleasure sweeping through me the mere moment her tongue touched my cock. Her mouth was warm, and she knew just how to suck to bring it out of me. I set a hand on the back of her head, fingers clenching in her hair. I chose the pace she took on my dick.
