Page 9 of Compelling Urges

Cooper snorted something that sounded like “Wuss.”

Bodhi ignored Cooper’s jab at his dislike for hot food and sat down at the table. He reached for a taco and began adding his favorite toppings to it along with mild salsa. It touched him that Ivy had thought to provide it for him. Somehow this indicated to him that she still cared for him deep down. At least she was paying attention.

They made polite small talk about surfing and Ivy’s gallery throughout the meal, not touching on anything that might disrupt their tentative harmony.

After dinner was over, Cooper and Ivy snuggled together at one end of the couch to watch a movie, leaving Bodhi a spot at the other end. He positioned himself halfway between the arm of the sofa and the couple—within reach if he wanted to touch Ivy. They seemed to ignore his proximity.

The movie was boring as all get-out, but there was a fairly exciting bedroom scene in the middle of it that seemed to give Cooper some ideas. He started kissing Ivy—slowly at first, but gradually with more and more ardor. His hand slid up and he pulled down the neck of her tank top, exposing her lovely breasts. He stroked and fondled her, playing with her nipples as she moaned encouragingly.

As if magnetized, Bodhi scooted a little bit closer and caught Cooper’s eye. Cooper didn’t look at all displeased with Bodhi and took that opportunity to remove his hand from Ivy’s boob, only to undo her pants and slide it between her legs. She let out a gasp of pleasure. He subtly cocked one eyebrow at Bodhi as if in challenge. Of what, Bodhi wasn’t certain.

Does he want to drive me crazy? Does he want me to join in? Should I leave the room? Bodhi’s hands itched to touch Ivy—and Cooper, but he dared not try it without a direct invitation. He wished fervently he had the gumption to get up and leave, but he was anchored in place.

Cooper kept kissing and playing with Ivy until she stiffened in his arms and let out a sound that Bodhi knew all too well—the sound she made when she had a satisfying orgasm.

Bodhi’s dick was so hard watching this display, he thought he was going to rip a hole in his sweatpants. He ached to touch himself—or touch one of them. Finally, deciding they were toying with him, and he couldn’t take it any longer, he stood abruptly and stalked out of the room. He needed to take care of business before he made a mess of himself. He headed for the main bathroom in the hall and rubbed one out. It took less than two minutes, and he tried valiantly to be quiet about it, only to let out a colossal groan when he came. He imagined them laughing at him and wished he could be less obvious.

However, after cleaning himself up, he exited the bathroom and looked back down the hall. He caught sight of Cooper’s bare ass as he pounded rhythmically into Ivy—right there on the couch.My couch,he thought. He was sure they were going to make a mess of it, so without thinking of the consequences, he stormed back toward them. As he got closer, Ivy’s sleek legs wrapped themselves around Cooper and she cried out, “Harder! I need it rough tonight!”

As if spellbound, Bodhi watched Cooper’s beautiful glutes contract and relax with each mighty pump. Bodhi’s feet took over for his brain and propelled him closer and closer, and… holy crap, he was hard again already!

In the dim light from the television, Bodhi caught sight of Ivy’s facial expression. She appeared to be transported into sheer bliss, but then slowly she opened her eyes and locked them onto Bodhi’s gaze. A small smile appeared, and then her eyes seemed to roll back as she closed them again. Obviously, she was aware of his presence in the room with them, and it hadn’t dulled her enjoyment one whit.

Not knowing what to do despite his longing, Bodhi stood rooted to the spot as he’d done when he’d caught them before.

Soon, Cooper’s pace became erratic and nearly brutal as he pounded his way toward release. He cried out, roaring with ecstasy.

Bodhi felt light-headed as he watched his friend come inside the woman he still loved. With a mixture of pain, regret, excitement, and profound longing, he stood on wobbly legs and stared as Cooper pulled out. It was then that he caught a glimpse of Ivy’s glistening pussy. Cooper stood and said, “Be right back.” He planted a quick kiss on Ivy’s mouth.

Seeing that Cooper was leaving to get rid of his condom, Bodhi’s sense of fastidiousness was comforted. They hadn’t made a mess after all—not that he had actually remembered his earlier worry. He fixated instead on Cooper’s giant shlong that was growing soft as he sauntered past and headed down the hall. As Cooper disappeared into the bathroom, Bodhi’s attention went back to Ivy who was still spraddled somewhat open-legged right in front of him.

“Obviously you liked what you saw, didn’t you, Bodhi?” she asked sitting up. “We could hear you through the door. Too bad you lost the right to play with this.” She gestured to her body as she snatched up her clothing and began putting it back on.

Cooper reemerged just then. “How badly do you want to touch her right now, Bodhi?” he asked with a smirk. Then he did something that shocked the shit out of Bodhi. Cooper walked right up to him and pressed his naked body against Bodhi’s back, reaching around and pressing Bodhi into him. He breathed into Bodhi’s ear, “You’d like to eat her out right now, wouldn’t you?”

Bodhi could feel every one of Cooper’s muscles against his back through his soft t-shirt, and he blushed at the feel of Cooper pushing his junk into his ass crack. With a mighty shrug of his shoulders, he escaped Cooper’s grip and bolted from the room. He might want them both, but he was sure this was just a mean game of nasty retaliation on their part for his desertion. Also, his conscience told him over and over that Ivy was an engaged woman and he needed to stay away.

Chapter 10

Over the next week, Bodhi’s torture continued.

Unbeknownst to Bodhi, Ivy had several conversations with Cooper about how to continue their games with Bodhi. She loved the idea of being with the two of them, but she was still angry enough with Bodhi to want to torture him a bit more.

“Shouldn’t we just ask him to come to bed with us?” Cooper asked. He favored a straightforward approach.

“We could,” she mused. “But I want him to suffer a little,” she said with a mischievous smile. “I think we should tease him and see how long it’ll take him to show up on his own. Care to place a wager on how long it might take him to cave in?”

“Hah! No. He’ll show up when his balls are blue enough if you keep flaunting this sweet body of yours,” Cooper whispered as he nuzzled her neck and caressed her breast.

Chuckling softly, Ivy answered, “I have a strong feeling he’s just as hot for you.”

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Ivy usually removed her business attire as soon as she got back from work—replacing it with a skimpy pair of shorts and a tight tank top with no bra. It just about killed Bodhi to see her perky nipples poking through the thin material. She had the most perfect tits he’d ever seen, and the desire to touch them and taste them was driving him nuts.

Since the house wasn’t air-conditioned—as was common in the area homes—Cooper seemed to think most clothing was optional as well and usually walked around in shorts, but never with a shirt on. Bodhi tried not to stare and lust after either of his housemates. Unfortunately for him, it was a struggle.

Bodhi tried to put his housemates out of his mind while they were at work, but it was nearly impossible. He took his laptop outside to sit in the warm sun and attempted to immerse himself in managing his investments. When he needed a break, he researched what car to buy. However, all too often he found himself staring at the screen with no idea what he was doing—his mind drifting to the scene that played out in front of him on movie night. He burned to relive that experience. He just didn’t want to have them laugh at him and boot him out. He was certain this was some kind of test.

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