Page 166 of Unleashed

Sylvie says, “You and Simone could get one together while I watch.”

I scowl at her. “No. I could use a minute.”

Simone shakes her head at Sylvie, and she sits on Simone’s window seat with a pout. I pick up my duffel bag and go into the bathroom. At the closed door, I hear muffled whispering. I’m sorry if I’m some kind of dud or defective. I’ve thought about a threesome, but I never thought of following through with one. When I think about sex, it’s only with Simone. I thought forever. Not that I wanted that shit.

And Simone wants me to knock her up someday. On purpose. And I motherfucking agreed to think about it after I swore not to have kids because of my twisted genes.

After a shower, I still get dressed because I can’t wear only a towel with Sylvie ogling. Though she wants to watch me fuck Simone. Jesus, Harry, and Jonas.

The bedroom is dark, except for a few candles burning. It legit looks like a human sacrifice is about to happen, and I’m the lamb. Sitting in the middle of the bed, Simone watches me, and Sylvie looks up from her phone. I feel naked, though I’m wearing shorts and my new black T-shirt. I skipped underwear, though. Just in case I change my mind.

I drop my duffel bag and set my phone, wallet, and keys on Simone’s dresser. Walking over to her bed, I slide my hand into my damp hair, flicking water, and take a deep breath. “No phone, Sylvie. If I do something with Simone, I don’t want you recording it.”

She laughs. “I wouldn’t do that, but here.” Sylvie tosses her phone onto the bed, and I pick it up. Setting it on Simone’s desk on the other side of the room, I watch Sylvie as I return to the bed. She stands to pop the champagne cork, pours champagne from the fog-spewing bottle, and hands flutes to Simone and me. Sylvie holds up hers. “Congratulations, Simone. May you soon orgasm too. Cheers.”

I frown but mumble, “Cheers.”

Simone giggles as I settle against the pillow next to her. Sylvie says, “Pretend I’m not here. But if things get hot, ignore the buzzing.”

Simone twists as she laughs. “My God. You brought a vibrator?”

“Several. I don’t know which one will be right for the mood.” This feels gross.

Simone sets down her glass on the nightstand and snuggles toward me. She swipes damp hair off my forehead and whispers, “It’s okay. I’ll take out the ring. I had to remove it once to pee downstairs while you were in the shower.”

I swallow a mouthful of champagne and then down the rest of it. Sylvie asks, “More, Rod?”

I hold up my glass, and she hops up to refill it to the brim. She could’ve drugged it when I wasn’t looking, but somehow, I trust Simone wouldn’t let her do that to me. Maybe I’m still the idiot Simone dumped.

Drinking more, I look at Simone’s long, bare legs, and lace dress riding high. She sees me checking her out and whispers, “Maybe you should take back your ring.”

I down the rest of the champagne and set the empty flute on the nightstand. I lie beside her and whisper, “I don’t know if I can.”

Simone picks up my hand and places it between her legs. Without hesitation, I cup her pussy and rub my palm back and forth over it as if I’m telling Sylvie this one is all mine. At least for tonight. I put pressure on Simone’s clit and slip two fingers into her. She whimpers, and I glance at Sylvie, watching with interest and maybe holding her breath. If she stays over there and can’t take pictures, maybe I can do this for Simone.

My dick stirs as I peel down Simone’s underwear on one side while Simone pushes the other side until she’s able to kick them onto the floor. Her blue eyes fly to my lips. “Touch me, Greg.”

Again, I don’t waver and slide my fingers through her wet curlies. She opens her legs, and I thrust two fingers into her. Simone is so wet that I finger-fuck her as Sylvie watches. Simone pants and lifts her hips with my rhythm. I slide deep enough to feel the ring, and I smile. Relaxing somewhat, I sit up and move between Simone’s legs. Sylvie hums an approval, but she’s still not buzzing. Oddly, I feel like I’m failing.

I kiss Simone’s thighs to her pussy, and she moans, “Please.”

“What do you want me to do?” I ask between kisses.

“I want your tongue.”

To contain my enthusiasm, I bite my lip, suppressing the urge to grin. I can’t enjoy this too much yet. “You want me to eat you out?”

Sylvie hisses, “Jesus, yes!”

I try to glare at Sylvie, but I smirk from the impatient look on her face. I grip Simone’s thighs and lick through her blonde curls. When I thrust my tongue into her hot velvet, it makes me moan with her. Simone digs her hands into my hair as I suck on her clit. My dick drills into the bed more, needing to feel Simone.

Even hearing Sylvie juices me. Not because I want her, but because she’s getting off at watching me pleasuring Simone. I wasn’t lying to Simone. Despite our frequent arguments, our volcanic screws remain explosive.

I push a finger into Simone’s pussy to pull the ring closer. I then bite it and suck it into my mouth before kneeling up and dropping it on Simone’s stomach.

Sylvie asks, “What is that? A piercing?”

Simone pants, “His ex-wedding ring.”

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