Page 93 of Tainted

I did my best to seem indifferent, watching Zara on Sydney’s lap, trying to look relaxed.

And failing miserably at it.

Normally, she owned any room she walked into, especially when she was dancing. But tonight, she was slipping. Sydney was oblivious, though, or maybe she ignored it, leaning forward to kiss her shoulder.

This was supposed to be fun, an adventure, but all I felt was anger and jealousy watching Sydney grope her breasts. The way Zara cowered let me know she had never done this before. I respected her ambition and hustle, but Zara was out of her league.

“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful,” Sydney complimented, but it didn’t make her blush or stammer over her words like mine.

I was still recovering from sharing her with Romello. Now, I had to watch Syd slip her tongue into Zara’s mouth. The view had my hands clenched at my side.

Syd came up for air long enough to ask, “You’ve been quiet. Are you participating tonight?”

“Enjoying the show,” I lied.

In reality, my pulse quickened, fighting the urge to yank Zara off Syd’s lap, but I held back because I needed Zara to understand. If she thought she could mess with me, I’d show her exactly what it felt like to be messed with.

“Perfect nipples.” Syd complimented, rolling it between her lips before easing her way down. “Your perfect pussy too. She’s so pretty.”

Sydney glanced at me, a question in her eyes, and I nodded, giving her permission to continue.

“Tell me how it tastes,” I said, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside.

Sydney leaned back with a smug grin, happy to oblige because she didn’t see what I saw. She didn’t notice the way Zara’s gaze kept flickering toward me. I had never wanted to keep someone all to myself like I did with Zara.

I moved closer, not touching Zara, but close enough that she had no choice but to acknowledge me. Her breath hitched slightly, her eyes darting to mine as I stayed low, looking up at her.

“Go on. Tell me how it feels,” I encouraged.

Zara didn’t say anything, but the look in her eyes told me everything I needed to know. She was cracking as Sydney spread her legs.

I smiled reassuringly. “Relax, Syd’s good at her job.”

The room quickly filled with soft breaths and quiet moans that made my dick hard. Initially, Zara’s face was conflicted. Likely because her body reacted in a way she wasn’t sure aligned with her heart and mind.

“Hmmm!” Syd moaned, sliding her finger inside before tasting it. “Hmm, it’s so sweet.”

I could hear the soft, almost imperceptible sighs and murmurs of pleasure. The tremor in my hand intensified as Zara struggled to catch her breath.

Finally, I leaned in, my lips barely brushing against Zara’s ear as I whispered, “You like it?”

She couldn’t answer because she was too busy torturing herself like she didn’t hold the power to put us both out of our misery.

“Fuck, you taste as good as you look,” Syd praised, cupping Zara’s breast with her free hand.

The sounds of Sydney devouring her pussy continued. Each gentle smack and soft moan felt like a dagger, both beautiful and painful. I wanted to say something to end it, but I choked on my pride. Zara wanted to do big girl shit, so I had to let her see it through to learn that compromising herself was a steep price.

My jaw clenched because the sight had become unbearable. Zara was uncomfortable, and I couldn’t do nothing. I took a deep breath and tossed the rest of my drink back.

My role suddenly switched from participant to protector.

Zara

I doubt this was Kenyon’s usual demeanor in these situations, but his posture was rigid tonight. As the night went on, his sips came closer together like contractions. That’s all I could read because Kenyon created a wall between us like I'd committed an unforgivable sin. I found it odd that Sydney didn’t notice, but Kenyon said she was fascinated with me, and it showed.

Her touch felt invasive, suffocating. I kept telling myself I could do it because what other choice did I have? So I was here, trying to convince my brain it was Kenyon between my legs instead of Sydney.

“You okay?” She asked, her face glistening from my pussy. Kenyon had moved closer but still so far away.

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