Page 50 of Saved By Two

Thirsty and having woken from a restless fever-like dream, I slip out of my room and head downstairs. I pad towards the kitchen when a sound from the front room catches my attention.

I creep in the direction of the door ajar, light flickering from the lit fireplace, and at first, it takes a moment for my eyes to adjust and my brain to catch up to what I’m seeing.

Caleb and Noah are kissing, and both are completely naked. I gasp at the two gods in front of me. I should back away, get my water and return to my room, but I can’t move.

Noah takes himself in his hand, and if my mouth weren’t already dry like the Sahara Desert right now, I would be salivating.

The man is hung.

Caleb takes over, fisting both their erections together as he works them up and down, and the combined grunts and moans from them have me turning into a human jelly mould.

I squeeze my thighs together. I never thought I’d have voyeuristic tendencies until this very moment. But watching them as they engage in a sexual act has me transfixed.

Everything has my senses heightened. I almost feel dizzy. The heady mix of their aftershave and their arousal assails my senses. I can’t remember the last time I felt sexually aroused like this, if ever.

The way they kiss one another with abandon has to be one of the most erotic things I have ever witnessed.

I can’t move, and even if I could, would I want to?

Caleb’s abs move as he works his fist over their erections in his large hands. I’ve never really appreciated the size of male hands until this moment.

Noah groans low and deep, sending a deep searing heat between my thighs.

Caleb pulls out of this kiss as though it pains him, tugging their erections hard before letting go.

“I want you on all fours, now.”

I swear I forget how to breathe, how to swallow.

Noah shivers and then turns around, dropping to all fours in front of the open fireplace, giving me the perfect side profile, his skin glistening with perspiration. Caleb reaches for a small bottle on the mantle and kneels behind Noah, knocking his thighs further apart and cupping the globe of his perfectly toned arse as he drizzles some of the contents between his cheeks and then coats his erection. He gives it a few good strokes before he aligns himself at Noah’s back entrance.

Fuck.

My breathing becomes heavier the longer I stand here watching. Wet heat pools between the apex of my thighs, and I have no choice but to clench them together, desperate for some kind of relief, to reach the ache, my breasts heavy. But I’m also very invested in watching as they both come undone.

Caleb trails a hand up and down Noah’s spine, causing him to peer over his shoulder. “Are you going to fuck me or tease me to death?” Noah says, his voice breaking on the last word as Caleb edges closer, teasing his arsehole with the head of his engorged dick.

“Nope, I am going to fuck you,” Caleb says, pushing in until he’s buried to the hilt.

Noah lets out a deep moan, his head dipping forward. “Fuck,” he curses.

“Yes indeed,” Caleb replies.

Every sound in the room is amplified as he pumps into Noah, slick, hot, delicious.

My nipples pebble under my t-shirt, and my body breaks out in goosebumps.

Caleb keeps one hand firmly on Noah’s hip, and reaching around with the other, he fists Noah’s dick, pumping it up and down with vigour, all while still thrusting.

“Now tell me?” he hisses into Noah’s ear. “Who do you wish was here right now, with their soft satin hand wrapped around your dick instead of mine as I fuck your arse?”

“You know who.” He groans, pushing back against Caleb's weight behind him and then into his hand with a thrust.

“Yes, I do, but she doesn’t, so say it,” he says again, his movements harsher, deeper.

“Jessica, I wish it were Jessica.”

Caleb's face turns towards me when he releases his dick and grips both hips. Until now, he was going easy on Noah. Now he’s relentless as he pounds into him.

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