Page 26 of Third Wheel

Amy’s head lifted up from the latestTrinity Mastersbook, her ears straining for more. Maybe it was just because she was reading about a hot trio—two men and one woman—where the woman was watching the two men get it on, but she could swear that sounded like a sex moan.

A really hot sex moan.

She’d figured she’d dive into theTrinity Mastersbecause she loved the series, and the trio relationships wouldn’t make her think of Jeremy.

Or maybe, subconsciously, because she was kind of living her own little trio situation right now, just without the hot sex.

I was supposed to be getting married a week ago. I shouldn’t be thinking about having hot sex.

That sounded like another moan.

So much for not thinking about having hot sex.

She was glad her presence wasn’t keeping Zach and Kincaid from enjoying each other. She really was.

But…

God, her brain was doing horrible things.

Right now, instead of thinking about her heartbreak, instead of minding her own business, her brain was pushing the image of the three of them as a trinity. The two of them together, in robes, coming to meet their third… her. And when her identity was revealed, they were excited. Relieved.

Desirous.

Amy bit her lip against her own low moan as she pressed her thighs together.

Of all the times for my libido to suddenly return. Fuck.

She tried to refocus on her book and block out the noises, but reading about people having sex wasn’t exactly helpful. Maybe if she could just speed through the sex scene…

Another moan—she was sure that it was Zach who was moaning—nearly had her throwing the book across the room as her body pulsed in response. Shit. She couldn’t remember where she’d put her vibrator.

Was it gross to masturbate when listening to her housemates having sex? It felt like it was maybe a little gross. Sure, she’d seen them at the clubs together before, but this was different;this was in their home. They weren’t putting on a show for everyone to watch.

Remembering they were both exhibitionists who occasionally fucked for an audience at Stronghold did help some of her guilt. Just a little. And she’d been reading a sexy book, so it wasn’t like her arousal was all for them.

Maybe she didn’t need to feel so guilty about wanting to get herself off, too.

Maybe just this one time, then I’ll buy a TV to put in here, so next time they’re having sex, I can turn that on and tune them out.

That seemed reasonable.

Kincaid

Sliding his mouth up and down Zach’s cock, Kincaid ran his tongue along the mushroom head, just like he knew Zach liked.

“Fuck!” Zach’s hips thrust upward, trying to bury himself in Kincaid’s throat again.

Gripping his boyfriend’s hips, Kincaid pushed him back down, holding him in place so he couldn’t move so easily. Zach’s fingers gripped his hair tighter, making his scalp tingle, trying to push Kincaid’s head back down, but he wasn’t letting that happen yet.

Pulling his lips off of Zach’s cock with a small popping sound, Kincaid laved his tongue over the sensitive head.

“Shhh, you don’t want Amy to hear us, do you?” He felt Zach’s shudder as the other man panted for breath. “Or maybe you do. Maybe you’d like it if we invited her in here to watch me fuck you, so she could see her top bent over, bottoming for someone else.”

His cock ached harder as he described the scenario, one that had happened in the past when they’d included a woman in their play. Hell, Amy had seen them at the club before, too. Maybe he shouldn’t be using her as an example now that she was living with them and in the room right next door. She hadn’t consented to being part of their fantasy… though he supposed no one ever did consent to being part of someone’s fantasy. That was the whole point of fantasies.

Zach’s reaction was electric, his cock jerking so hard, it bounced off his stomach, his eyes glowing even hotter with desire before he closed them.

“Fuck… Kincaid…” His voice was lower, hoarser, than before, but Kincaid knew the image had gotten to him.

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