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Dinner was… confusing. As most of her interactions with the Wolf’s people were. Marek, for all his intimidating demeanor, included Trish in the conversation easily. He was solicitous of Laura in a manner that was strongly similar to Jordan’s manner with Trish, and they all talked freely, as if she were one of them.
Most of the conversation centered around Cora’s arrival, and Trish learned though both Jordan and Marek that Cora was a bit of a loose cannon but also a brilliant tactician and leader. The Wolf apparently concentrated quite a bit on sciences andtechnology, while Cora focused more on her military. The two of them had been allies for a long time, and, while the Wolf had his own forces, when specialized services or a larger force was needed, he went to Cora.
After the meal, dishes were put in the sink to soak, and the four of them returned to the living room. Something had changed in the air, setting Trish on edge as Jordan sat down on one of the sofas and pulled her into his lap. Marek and Laura sat on the other sofa, her on his lap as well, and they’d barely sat down before Marek was leaning down for a kiss. Not a quick peck either: a kiss that went on and on. Trish blushed when she realized she was staring and quickly looked away.
That left her facing Jordan, who was also watching Marek and Laura, his eyes alight with interest. Seeing her movement, he lifted his gaze to hers and looked over her pink cheeks, which turned even pinker as Laura made a whimpering noise. Jordan chuckled, his hands gliding up Trish’s waist to cup her breasts.
She squirmed back, trying to escape his firm grip, as her nipples puckered and heat stirred between her thighs.
“You said you wouldn’t in public,” she whispered to him, blushing furiously.
“This isn’t public,” he pointed out. “It’s just Marek and Laura.”
Laura moaned, a little louder, and Trish glanced over to see that Marek had tipped her back against the arm of the couch and undone the front of her dress. Her breasts were exposed, one stiff, pink nipple pointing toward the ceiling while Marek sucked on the other one. With her hands in his hair, lips and eyes half-lidded in pleasure, it was an incredibly erotic tableau. As Trish watched, Marek caressed Laura’s side, bringing his hand up to her breast and squeezing the soft mound, the creamy flesh overflowing his fingers.
A pulsing need went through Trish. Like with Alex and Bella, she found herself aroused—only more so because there was no guilt in watching Marek and Laura. Trish might find the circumstances of their relationship confusing, but it was obvious Laura wanted what Marek was doing to her. Even more obvious that they didn’t mind being watched, as Laura’s head lolled toward Trish and Jordan, and a smile curved her lips.
Being noticed made Trish feel incredibly embarrassed, though, and she turned away again, closing her eyes. Jordan chuckled and kissed the side of her neck, sucking slightly as he squeezed her breasts.
Would he strip her down, too? Let Marek and Laura watch? Unwanted heat coiled in her core, and she bit her lip against a moan.
“It’s okay, babygirl,” he murmured into her ear. “You can watch them, or I can touch you. Your choice.” His fingers slid into her dress, and he pinched her nipples hard enough to make her gasp as the sweet pain lanced through her, the sensation going straight to her pussy.
You can stop him!
All she had to do was watch the other couple, and Jordan wouldn’t continue. It didn’t occur to Trish not to trust him to keep his word. She was too distracted by the part of her that wanted to let him keep touching her… and let Marek and Laura watch.
As soon as Trish realized what she was considering, her head snapped back around, and she opened her eyes to see that Marek had switched which breast he was attending to, and that Laura’s skirt was now pushed up to her hips, with Marek’s hand between her legs. Laura’s thighs were spread wide, allowing Trish to see her plump pussy lips glistening with wetness, and Marek’s fingers thrusting between them, his thumb circling her clit while she moaned continuously in pleasure.
Trish’s pussy throbbed in response. While Jordan still had his hands on her breasts, he’d kept his word and had stopped caressing and squeezing them. His palms kept her flesh warm but nothing else. Her skin tingled, wanting the stimulation, and she had to fight to keep herself from squirming against him in need.
Marek pulled away from Laura and she whimpered as his hand slid away from between her thighs so he could pull her dress off over her head. As he did so, he put her in a position where she straddled his thighs; the wide spread of her legs and the position of her back allowed Trish to see the base of a blue plug nestled between Laura’s cheeks. Trish couldn’t look away as he opened the front of his pants and his heavy cock sprang out. It was shorter but thicker than Jordan’s, with a darker flesh-tone along the shaft and a fat, purplish head that was already slick with pre-cum.
Trish couldn’t stop herself from squirming against Jordan’s hands as Marek lowered Laura onto his cock. Laura cried out, her head tilting back as her pussy lips stretched around the thick shaft she was slowly impaling herself on.
Seeing it so close, knowing they were enjoying being watched—enjoying what they were doing to each other—freed Trish to enjoy watching, even if she didn’t want to. Because enjoying watching meant Trish’s arousal growing as Laura’s thighs flexed and she started to move up and down on Marek’s lap, riding him. His cock, slick with Laura’s juices, pierced her again and again, as Laura moaned and gyrated on top of him. Marek leaned back against the couch and played with her breasts, his eyes occasionally flicking to where Trish and Jordan sat.
Jordan’s hard cock pressed into her bottom, and Trish could sense his interest and pleasure in watching Laura and Marek, but his hands didn’t move the tiniest bit on her breasts. And she was burning up with need that became harder and harderto deny. She squirmed, arched, pressing her breasts against his hands, but it still wasn’t enough as Laura moaned, rose, and sank down onto Marek’s cock. Trish’s pussy burned with envy, spasming every time Laura lowered herself onto Marek, and feeling so, so empty.
Trish didn’t realize she’d closed her eyes from the need to halt the visual stimulation when she wasn’t receiving any physical, until Jordan’s hands came alive on her breasts again, squeezing and kneading. His teeth nibbled the sensitive skin between her shoulder and throat as he pinched her nipples, twisting them and sending darts of fierce pleasure through her.
That little voice in the back of her head shouted for her to open her eyes; to fight against him and her urges… but her body blossomed under his touch. Laura’s moans filled her ears, the sexy sound of bodies coming together an erotic counterpoint, and Trish couldn’t bring herself to open her eyes yet. Especially when one of Jordan’s hands slid away from her breasts, down her front, and dipped under her skirt.
Her thighs quivered as he traced his fingertips over the sensitive inner skin, her body arching, yearning to soothe the needy ache that had awoken inside her. At first, his fingers swirled, teased, as she squirmed on his lap against his cock. Her head was resting on his shoulder, her legs spread over his thighs, her arms lying limply down and giving him full access to her body. Kisses down the side of her neck countered the sensation of his fingers moving up her thigh, and, when he finally slid his fingers between her sopping pussy lips, she couldn’t help but moan in pleasure.
The sound of her moan was matched by a small cry of pleasure from Laura, and Trish opened her eyes to see why it sounded different than before.
Jordan’s fingers stilled, parallel with her slit, dipping between the folds but not inside her, his hand stalling on herbreast as Trish panted for breath and watched as Marek drove into Laura’s pussy. He’d flipped Laura onto her back on the couch; her arms were entwined around Marek’s neck, but her focus was on Trish and Jordan.
Unlike Trish, Laura was unembarrassed by being watched. She stared back at Trish with eyes full of lust. Her breasts jiggled and rocked with every rough thrust of Marek’s cock into her body. Marek was no longer watching; his entire focus was on Laura, his head bent over and suckling at her breast as he fucked her with long, hard strokes.
“Do you want more, babygirl?” Jordan’s voice slid through the fog of need swamping her. “Do you want me to fuck you while we watch them?”
She hesitated… and shook her head. Felt his sigh of disappointment. Actually felt guilty for a second about it. Her body burned, as though punishing her… because she did need to get off so, so badly.
Trish closed her eyes again.
Moaned as Jordan’s fingers slid into her, pumping… teasing…
