Page 78 of More Than Words

“I guess that makes sense,” I hummed, still not convinced you can let someone else touch you like that or let your partner be touched like that and not have jealousy play a part. “Let’s keep reading.”

Callum started whispering depraved things in her ear, her mind registering his words, but unable to respond as she clenched, finally succumbing to her powerful orgasm with a scream.

Panting as Callum thrust a few more times, she watched Dominic, knowing he was close too, his cock throbbed when the man inside her growled loudly, reaching his peak as well.

The sound of the door to her playroom clicking shut echoed in the quiet room, but the only thing she saw was Dom trying to hold back from coming.

He’d been trained early on in their dynamic to control his orgasms, able to come without external stimulation if she demanded it. But he’d also learned how to keep himself on the edge, riding the painful wave between restraint and release.

After she caught her breath, she climbed from the bed, not hesitating before she settled into Dom’s lap, pulling him to her entrance. Callum’s release dripped down the head of his cock, a filthy reminder of the man who’d been inside her moments before.

Dom’s fingers dug into the arms of the chair roughly as she thrust her hips downward, completely engulfing his hard cock inside her.

“Is that what you wanted? To watch him claim me?” she whispered, grasping the back of his neck and riding him with abandon.

She’d never been on the receiving end of this kind of scene, the person whose partner watched them with someone else. But now she understood it.

Understood how overwhelming it was to have eyes on you like that. Overwhelming in how much she needed Dom to reclaim her body.

“Fuck me,” she whispered lowly, and Dom didn’t hesitate, immediately grasping her hips and pounding into her from below as his head fell backward, his eyes never leaving her.

“Make me come again,” she whimpered, and his thumb moved to press against her clit, his other hand roughly manipulating her on his lap the way he knew she liked. “He was wrong. You’re the only one who gets this side of me.”

He felt her clench, knowing the one thing that would drive her over the edge.

She gasped as he sat up, grasping the back of her neck and pulling her face to his as he uttered the one word they both knew would always be true.

“Mine.”

“I don’t see what the problem is,” Adrian responded, reaching down to adjust himself. “That almost made me come in my pants. Isn’t that what we’re going for?”

“You’re not wearing pants,” I pointed out, eyeing the hard outline of him through his briefs. I had to give him credit. I was tempted to touch myself as he’d read that, and he’d kept going until the end. Maybe he had a bit of Dominic in him.

“Is, quit deflecting. Why is this scene really bothering you?”

“Do people really do that?” I asked, unsure how to refer to what had happened between those three characters. “Do people really watch their partners do that? I thought that was something people only did in porn.”

“What kind of porn have you been watching?” Adrian laughed, grasping my thigh and rubbing his fingers suggestively over my panties.

Smacking his hand away, I turned slightly to face him. “That’s not the point. I’m worried this may cross a line from romantic thriller to erotica. Those are two vastly different genres.”

“The plot still works if you gloss over the sex. It could fade to black or be non-graphic and get the same effect. It just makes it more compelling with the details Chase and Evan included.”

“I gotta be honest. I was not expecting you to be so open-minded about this manuscript. Should I be worried you hit your head and gave yourself brain damage?”

“Maybe all the orgasms in the last month and a half have lightened me up a little,” he joked. But I wasn’t entirely discounting his dickish behavior, being exacerbated by a dry spell.

“A few months ago, I would have labeled you as the type of guy who was only concerned about getting yourself off.”

“I’m a little insulted by that,” he chuckled, putting his laptop on the bed beside him before pulling me into his lap. “I may have acted like a dick and unfairly judged your genre, but I’m clearly not as selfish as you thought I was.”

“Well…” I cringed and then shrieked when his fingers dug into my sides.

“Okay. Okay. You’re a sex god,” I laughed as I wiggled in his lap, the feeling of him hard beneath me making it difficult to concentrate on the conversation we were having.

“That’s better,” he murmured as he grasped my waist, holding me still. “But to answer your question. That kind of thing happens more often than you think it does.”

“I don’t know.” I was still unsure if that kind of thing happened outside of fiction or internet porn.

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