Page 111 of Pretend Girlfriend

I recalled that conversation: Find us a third, and I’d be down. As long as our swords never touch.

“This isn’t the exact same as what we discussed,” I pointed out.

There was a lusty sparkle in Theo’s eyes, now. “It’s not the exact same, but it’s something fun. And new. And adventurous.”

Even though I knew I wanted this, I was on the fence about actually agreeing to it. The whole thing was just so crazy. It wasn’t what I expected to do tonight.

“How about y’all just pretend I’m not here?” Austin suggested. “Do whatever you want. See how it feels. And if it’s weird, I’ll slink back to my room and never bring it up again.”

Before I could think about it any more, Theo cradled my cheek and pulled me into a kiss. It was exactly what I wanted in my inebriated state: his lips on mine, his tongue sliding into my mouth. As we made out on the couch, I even forgot all about Austin. It was just the two of us, Theo and me, doing what we’d already done several times whenever we were alone.

Yet I could feel his gaze on us. I cracked an eye and reminded myself he was there, watching while sipping on his first alcoholic drink since arriving in Jamaica.

And it turned me on so much more than I expected.

I felt strong, and brave, and sexy. Maybe it was the weed, but I felt my usual indecisiveness disappearing as Theo’s hand squeezed my thigh. If we were going to do this, then I was really going to do it.

“You want to know what I would do if you weren’t here?” I asked Austin.

“Don’t want you to tell me,” he replied with a smirk. “I want you to show me.”

“Yeah,” Theo agreed. “Show him.”

Slowly, I unbuckled Theo’s belt and removed his pants. “I’d do something like this.”

As I slid to the floor in front of the couch and unleashed Theo’s semi-hard cock, I watched myself in the reflection from the balcony window. It was an incredible experience even before the real fun began, like watching porn and starring in it at the same time. On my knees in front of Theo, his cock stiffening while Austin watched? It was hot. I looked hot.

There was something so beautiful about the moment before sexual initiation. I loved it when I was on the receiving end: having a guy remove my panties, spreading my legs for him, and have him make his way down there. Feeling his hot breath on my skin and pussy. The anticipation of contact just before it occurred. I did that with Theo—waited a moment with my head an inch away from his skin. Close enough to feel the warmth coming off it. Enough that he could feel my breath, and I could sense just how much he wanted me.

With my head tilted so I could make eye contact with Austin, I gently took Theo’s tip into my mouth, wrapping my full lips around it. I let it linger there before pulling back out, my lips meeting in a kiss on the very tip of his crown.

“You like that?” I asked.

“I sure do,” Austin said at the same time Theo moaned, “Mmm hmm.”

I pulled my hair to one side and bent back over Theo’s hardness, this time pushing halfway down his shaft. I kept my lips as tight around him as I could, as much contact as possible while I moved up and down, feeling every unique feature as I went. Each time I went a little bit deeper, pretending it was my lower lips he was entering.

Behind me, Austin sighed. I smiled around Theo’s shaft and watched him watch us. Is this really happening? Am I giving a blowjob while another watches?

I pulled away from Theo long enough to tell Austin, “Feel free to touch yourself.”

Austin gave me that same smile, but kept his arms planted on the chair.

Theo pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it across the room, then leaned back on his hands. I looked up at him through my eyelashes, holding eye contact while my lips held physical contact with his most sensitive organ. I ran my hand over his chest, feeling the lines of his muscle, then scratched them back down. I reached underneath and cupped his balls, then used my other hand to grip his base.

Looking up at him, I pushed as deep as I could go. I felt his head slide all the way into the back of my mouth, as far as I could handle, just like at the rehearsal dinner. That was enough to make him tilt his head back and let out a deep, satisfied groan.

“I’m not going to last very long…” Theo said. It was half warning, half moan.

Good, I thought.

I answered him by speeding up, telling him everything he needed to know with my lips. Up and down, my tongue flickering around the helmet-shaped head every time I pulled back far enough, then diving back down. My neck pulsed like a machine as I bobbed on him, a machine made for pleasure. It was all so erotic by itself, but knowing Austin was watching kicked everything up to a new level of intensity.

Soon Theo was groaning in time with my sucking strokes, the huge muscles in his thighs going tense.

“Help her along,” Austin instructed. He was indeed stroking himself through his jeans, now, but hadn’t pulled his cock out. “Show her what you want.”

His smooth Texas accent was music to my ears, and Theo did as he was told. He put a hand on the back of my head and squeezed my hair in a fist, urging me faster, and I eagerly obliged him. With my free hand I reached down underneath my dress and rubbed myself, adding my own pleasure to theirs.

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