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Clay looked at me like I’d just offered to rotate his tires.
My quiet, studious looking neighbor built custom, high-end BDSM furniture.
“I don’t like my plans being disrupted.” It bubbled up out of habit. “I’m sorry.” “And I had plans for you. This,” his gaze swept over my nude form, “is way ahead of my schedule.”
“but sometimes the sub isn’t the only one who needs aftercare.”
“Look at yourself,” Clay said with rich satisfaction, “squirming and whining as you try to hold it together. You’re so . . . achingly beautiful.”
“You like this?” His question wasn’t for me—it was for the other man, and his tone was sinful. “Do you like how I’m licking the taste of you from her pussy?”
“How come you’re not swimming?” “I’m not hot enough to want to get in,” I lied. His smile was cocksure. “Gonna have to disagree with you there.”
“I wonder,” his tone was wicked, “if this hot little pussy of yours could handle both of us at the same time.”
“Do you want to share her with me like that? Because I want to fuck her while my dick’s rubbing against yours and feel like I’m fucking you both.”
We could become a throuple. Not an open relationship, but three people committed to each other through sex, support, trust, and love.
