Page 49 of Allure
“Moon to stop and sky to slow down,” she whispered, never taking her eyes off of him. His heart was in his throat as he watched Asli sit in the chair behind him and guide Syra onto his lap.
Asli kept her facing him; her back to Asli’s chest. “Let him see,” he murmured. “Let Marco see how well you take my cock, little star.”
Marco held his breath as she lowered herself onto Asli. She kept her dark eyes on him until they rolled to the sky and her hands curled into the armrest. She let out a deep guttural groan that had him and Asli cursing in unison.
“Sik beni.”Fuck me.Asli moaned. “This won’t be the seduction I hoped for.” He chuckled and his hips surged up, burying himself deep inside of her, causing her to bite her lip.
“I want to hear you, estrellita,” Marco all but growled. “Let me hear those sweet sounds you make.”
Marco tried to relax in his chair. He tried to slow his heartbeat down and watch Asli and Syra get lost in each other, but every time he put his back to the cushion behind him, Syra made a throaty moan, pulling him back up right, his arms resting against his knees.
His blood turned to lava watching Syra grind her hips, chasing the pleasure Asli was giving her. It had gotten too hot in the room, and he’d ripped his shirt off in an attempt to get cool air against his skin.
It was a waste of time.
He’d never been so turned on in his life.
He enjoyed watching—had spent most of his time after Syra watching Asli with the women he fucked or watching strangers in places like Orchard Tree. He couldn’t bring himself to participate; he was more intrigued and turned on by the sights and sounds he surrounded himself with. Even when Asli and he first started sharing women, he enjoyed sitting back and watching before or after he participated, but all those moments—all those experiences, the ones he shared with Asli—paled in comparison to what he was watching now.
Syra was a fucking vision, naked, spread out and letting Asli consume her. Her hair, a wild mess, fell in all directions, but every time it covered her eyes, she moved the strands out of the way, keeping her gaze locked on him. Marco couldn’t tell who else was in the room with them; he could only see and feel Syra and Asli. They created a bubble that was filled with the sweetest sounds being pulled from her throat.
Asli’s teeth sunk into her shoulder, and she cried out in a way that had Marco on his feet, desperate to go to her. He held himself still, waiting and wanting to see Asli bring her to her climax again.
“Fuck, little star,” Asli grunted, one hand wrapping around her waist and the other around her throat, pinning her to him. He pistoned his hips at a furious pace, and Marco laughed when he saw the wicked smile that teased Syra’s face.
He’d seen Asli hold out a long time. A competition between their egos on who could last the longest when they were younger and who could make the women they fucked cum the most had given him an idea of when Asli was hitting his breaking point. The harsh grunts and whispered words—in Turkish, Spanish, and English—told Marco he was dangerously close to that breaking point.
“Ahh, estrellita.” Marco took a step closer. “If you could only see what you’re doing to him.”
“I have an idea,” she moaned with a mischievous glint in her eyes. One of her hands wrapped around the arm Asli had against her waist. He could see her nails digging into his skin, marking him as he increased his pace. The unhinged and feral look probably matched the one Marco was sporting, watching both his little star and best friend fight to see who would break first.
Asli cursed. The desperation in his movements made Marco smile. He remembered what that felt like when he fucked Syra. The need to own her and the madness it sparked was so overwhelming there was no other course of action but to bury himself deep inside of her.
Syra whimpered, both Asli’s and Marco’s names had fallen from her lips, and Marco shot forward toward her as if she pulled him to her.
“Look at you, estrellita,” Marco whispered, grabbing her chin. “Do you know how beautiful you look right now?” He leaned in, letting his lips hover over hers. “This beautiful body on display and your legs spread wide, letting me and everyone else see how deep Asli is inside of you, fucking you like a good little whore.”
“Oh my God…fuck.” Syra’s eyes shut, and her body started to shake in Asli’s hold.
“And here she goes, calling out God’s name again.” Marco licked her lips, and she opened her mouth, inviting him in. He pulled back just enough to remove his grip from her chin and place two of his fingers in her mouth.
“Good girl,” he hummed low in his throat when she immediately wrapped her lips around his fingers, sucking them as if they were his cock.
He quickly pulled his fingers out and slid his hand down to her clit when he heard Asli’s low grumble. Syra’s eyes widened. Her body jerked forward just as she climaxed at the same time Asli did. Her other hand dug into his arm—biting into his skin—but he didn’t let up. He refused. He marveled at the way she exploded. The sweet whimpers and incoherent words were like a shot to Marco’s system, and his cock ached to be inside her.
“What sweet confessions you spilled for us, little star.” Asli’s breath was ragged as he kissed Syra’s skin. He moved his hips, chuckling when Syra gasped. It made Marco desperate to be inside of her. As if Asli had felt his need, he moved to stand, lifting Syra up while Marco worked to free his cock before he accepted Syra into his arms.
Her body was limp, a lazy satisfied smile adorned her face as Asli guided her legs around Marco’s waist. “You’re not done yet, estrellita.” Marco guided his cock into her wet entrance, and he bit into the side of her neck to keep himself steady on his feet.
“Marco… oh…,” she hummed low in her throat, and he felt her walls wrap around him, tugging him in closer.
Asli helped them back toward the chair Marco had abandoned earlier. As soon as he was seated, the movement drove Marco deeper into Syra, and he knew this would be over embarrassingly quick.
“That’s it, little star.” Asli pulled her hair back, kissing her shoulder. “Let him be your church now. I want to watch how prettily you shatter for him.”
Syra laughed low, and the sound made Marco’s stomach tighten. “I guess you’re back to watching.” She yelped when Asli’s hand smacked her ass. The movement caused her to arch into Marco, and he hissed out a sharp breath.
I’m going to cum before I even get to actually fuck her.
