Page 29 of Borrowed
Toby stood and turned Leo around like he owned him, shoved him against the wet wall with a hand curled in his hair.Leo didn’t resist.He gasped, shaky, but didn’t pull away.The sounds of moans filled the shower.
Masculine and heated.
Their voices wrapped around me like angels.
“You want to ruin her?”Toby murmured against Leo’s neck.“Show her what I let you have.What she can’t have.”
Leo nodded, looking right at me.His dick was spent but bouncing with anticipation.He was watching me.
Only me.
Toby spit into his palm and stroked himself, slow, cruel, while Leo watched in the foggy reflection of the tile.
While I wanted to scream.
His cock was so big that veins bulged like blood pulsing.The tanned tip was pressed against Leo’s ass, and Toby stared into my soul.
I was a whimpering mess.
Worse than my rabbits when they wanted to be free.
Worse than Father’s mean cat when Toby played.
His smile was mean.
He loved to make me beg, and I would.
Without any warning, Toby thrusted forward, and the air grew tense and charged.
I was leaking down my thighs, my wetness blending with the heat of the water.
Leo arched, mouth open in a silent cry, and Toby grunted low behind him, a sound of possession and raw hunger.He drove into him hard, slow, deep…like he wanted to brand him from the inside out.
My knees buckled.
I tried to drop to the floor, but Toby snapped his fingers without looking.
“No.Stand.Watch.”
I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood.
Toby fucked Leo like I’d never be touched again.And Leo took it, moaning, trembling, loving it because I was watching, because Toby made me pant, to be the audience.
Then Toby reached around Leo’s body and stroked him again.He was already hard, already trembling.They were a mess of skin and breath and heat while I stood useless, empty, untouched.
“You look like you want to cry,” Toby said over Leo’s shoulder, panting.“Go ahead.Let it out, Sister.That ache between your legs?That’s mine.That’s mine to punish and reward.”
Leo came again, shouting Toby’s name, body twitching under him.
And I sobbed.
Not from sadness.
From need.
From the way, I would’ve given anything to be in either of their places.
Toby smiled at me before he came, too.
