Page 28 of The Hat Trick

She smirks at me before leaning down to whisper in my ear, “Vince dared me to sit in your lap.”

“Do you always do what people dare you to do?” I ask, keeping my voice low, and it feels like it’s only the two of us right now.

“No, I don’t always need to be dared. Sometimes I just like to be told what to do.”

My cock twitches in my pants at what she’s saying. It’s like she read my mind and says exactly what she knows I want to hear. I slide my hand up on her thigh a little further, and I don’t know why I’m not stopping this.

“So, if I were to tell you exactly how I want you, you’d do it?” My voice is deep, husky and I have no idea why I’m even saying this to her. It’s the exact opposite of what I’m determined to do, which is not to touch her. But I’m definitely touching her. And she’s definitely letting me. And Dumont is definitely letting this happen.

“I guess that depends on what you’re going to tell me to do.”

I swipe her hair over her shoulder, revealing the skin of her neck to me, I lean forward to brush my lips against it as I speak.

“What if I told you exactly how I want you to fuck Dumont, would you do it?”

Her breath hitches, and she shifts on my lap, I know she can probably feel the growing erection. I still don't know what I'm doing right now, but I shouldn’t be touching her and instead should do what I do best. Control the situation. I’m not usually into watching, but maybe if I’m calling the shots, it’ll be just as good. Then we can all get it out of our system and move on.

“Just tell me what you want me to do.” She leans down, licking at my earlobe. I tighten my hand on her thigh. “And I’ll do it.”

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I’m still trying to talk myself out of this as the three of us head upstairs. I’m going to back out, there’s no way I’m actually going through with this. But I never end up saying the words. Maybe it’s the loss, maybe it’s the drinks. Maybe it’s my own special brand of stupidity.

We end up at Dumont’s room, and I should walk away now, I know it’s my last chance, but then Chandler slips out of his grip and turns toward me while he opens the door. She runs her small hands up my chest, until they wrap around the back of my neck. She’s on her tiptoes considering I’m over a foot taller than her. I lean down slightly so she can brush her lips against my ear.

“What do you want me to do first?”

Fuck,so we are really doing this.

I grip her waist tightly. “Kiss him.”

“What if I want to kiss you?” she taunts, and fuck if that doesn’t make me grip her tighter. I can’t touch her. This will already be crossing so many lines, but it stops there.

“Maybe if you show me what a good girl you can be, you’ll get to kiss me.” The words fall out of my mouth, and despite the imaginary line I’m drawing in the sand, I think I mean them.

She lets her arms fall from my shoulders as she walks backward into the room, watching me to make sure I follow. I shut and lock the door behind me. This situation just got real. It gets even more real when Chandler breaks eye contact with me, and approaches Dumont, who’s sitting on the edge of the bed, the epitome of cool, calm, and collected.

Chandler walks toward him, placing one leg on the bed by his hip, then the other so she’s straddling him. I sit in the chair across the room that has the perfect view of the show I’m about to direct.

She’s the star of the show, and she knows it. Her movements are languid and slow as she runs her fingers through Dumont’s curls, gripping them before slowly bringing her lips down to his. He groans as soon as they make contact, and his hands move to her ass, gripping hard.

I let them kiss, not giving further direction yet, but when Chandler starts to grind her hips against him, I decide it’s time to take control.

“Take off her shirt, Dumont, show me how perfect her tits are.”

He does what I say instantly, pushing her shirt up and over her head, their lips remaining locked. His hands move to unhook her bra, and I allow it. The lace joins her shirt on the floor.

“Tell me how they taste,” I instruct, and he instantly moves his mouth down to her chest, sucking a pink nipple into his mouth. She gasps, grabbing at his hair to hold him in place.

He moves to the next one and groans out once he pops his mouth from her chest. “She tastes amazing, but it’s nothing on her sweet pussy.”

“Get on your knees, Chandler,” I do wish this command was for me, but not tonight. Maybe not ever. So, I’m going to enjoy this for now.

She does what I say, dropping to her knees between Vince’s thighs immediately.

“Take him out, see how hard he is for you already.”

Not that I care to see my teammates cock, but watching Chandler work him might end up being the hottest thing I witness. Then, I can replay this and imagine it’s me in his place.

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