Page 64 of A Game Of Love

“Fuck it,” I mutter, lying to myself that it’s just to ease the pressure on my cock.

Letting my eyes flutter open, I check my surroundings to make sure I’m alone. I am; it’s dark and in the middle of the night. Everyone else in the house would be asleep by now.

Pulling my waistband down, I allow my cock to spring free.

Pre-cum already drips from the tip as I wrap my hand around the base of my cock.

Letting my eyes close again, I relax as I start to stroke myself. I have to bite the inside of my cheek to hold back the grunt of pleasure threatening to slip free.

Faster and faster, I work myself, ears straining to listen to every sound inside that room. Bishop’s dirty fantasies, his filthy words, the way Lilly keens in response.

It pushes me to the edge, so I work myself faster.

Breathing through clenched teeth, I squeeze my eyes shut as my chest rises and falls quickly.

“I’m gonna cum. Oh fuck, Bishop, Toby!”

“That’s it, baby, let go. Pretend you're soaking Toby’s face as he fucks your cunt with his tongue.”

“Fucking hell,” I hiss, the tingling in my balls shooting straight through my cock. My balls draw up, and my back arches as I hear her sobs of relief and gasps of air. It has me cuming hard... right alongside Lilly.

Thick ropes of cum shoot out, splashing against my bare chest.

Body slumping against the wall, I struggle to catch my breath as I come down from my high.

Ears ringing, heart pounding, I sit there for a few moments, trying to catch my bearings.

As the world around me goes silent once again, reality comes crashing in.

Panic spikes, and I'm up on my feet, tucking my cock away and grabbing a discarded towel off the ground, using it to clean myself up.

Thrown off by what just happened, I take one last look at the pool house before taking off to the main house.

Heading straight to my room, I toss the towel into the dirty laundry basket and go to the bathroom.

I take a hot shower, scrubbing my body as my mind reels about what the fuck that was.

Who am I? Did I really just get off on the idea of sharing Lilly with my best friend?

When I should have felt jealousy and rage, I felt turned on and intrigued.

“Another thing to talk to my therapist about,” I mutter as I turn the water off. “She’s going to love this one.”

She’s been telling me to hear Bishop and Lilly out. To try and see if it’s possible to embrace the idea of all of us making this dynamic work when I told her losing Lilly wasn’t an option. She knows I’ve already told Lilly I’d accept it, but at the time, I think I was just telling her what she needed to hear in fear of losing her.

Now? Now, I’m not too sure.

I didn’t barge in there and rip him off her, then beat him to a bloody pulp. So that’s a start, right?

Maybe I can share her with him. Only him. Because if it was any other man in that room, I’d be in jail for murder. A charge even Brody’s money couldn’t get me out of.

“Ugh,” I growl, grabbing at my wet hair as I step out of the shower. Toweling myself off, I move to the mirror and wipe the steam and condensation off.

“What am I going to do?” I mutter to my reflection. I know what I have to do.

Hanging my head, I take a few deep breaths.

It’s not going to be easy, but I’m going to try.

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