Page 56 of Happenstance
My eyes skimmed over Parker’s chiseled chest and down to the other man’s firm ass. Everybody knew Parker’s bat swung both ways, but Brady was a well known player. This couldn’t be what I thought it was. I mean, football players showered together all the time. That’s just what teams did.
“You know,” Brady said in a husky tone, “I could help you with that?”
Oh my god.
I gasped and pressed myself against the wall. It was what I thought it was. I should leave. Problem was, I couldn’t stop watching them. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I prayed one would touch the other. My core tingled just thinking about it. Parker’s eyes locked on mine, making my stomach flip. Would he be mad that I was spying?
Would he stop?
Parker’s fingers curled around the back of Brady’s neck, and I held my breath as he pulled him closer.
“Do you want him to suck my dick?”
Shit, he was talking to me. I prepared myself to bolt out of the room, but Brady didn’t seem to notice they were being watched. His lips parted as he purred up at Parker, “Yes, please.”
Parker didn’t answer him. He kept his gaze trained on me, while holding the other man firmly in place. He was waiting for my answer. Or permission, maybe? I looked at the desperation on Brady’s face, pondering what I wanted. If I said no, would Parker stop?
Did I want him to?
I licked my lips and slowly nodded.
Parker’s mouth curled as he leaned in and growled in Brady’s ear, “You know what I like.”
A second later, Brady was on his knees, sucking Parker’s hard length down his throat. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. The way Brady’s lips wrapped around his shaft. How his throat bobbed with each swallow, and the masculine grunts coming from Parker’s mouth.
The entire time Brady bobbed on his cock, Parker maintained eye contact with me. Not only could I see the pleasure on his face, I could feel it in my veins. Rushing along with my singing blood, rising to an uncomfortable heat. I didn’t even realize my hand was dipping inside my skirt until Parker shook his head.
“You don’t come until I say.”
Brady whimpered along with me. Desire was so thick in the air, I could taste it with each breath I heaved into my lungs. My mouth opened to whisper the same plea Brady called out. “Please.”
In a flash, Parker pulled the other man up and had him face first against the shower wall. His fingers wrapped around Brady’s shaft, slowly stroking him from root to tip.
“Is this what you want?” he whispered in Brady’s ear.
Brady muttered out a breathy, “More.”
But he wasn’t talking to Brady. Parker was talking to me. My eyes fell down to his hard length pressing against Brady’s ass. This was so wrong. I shouldn’t want to see this. Thinking about Parker controlling the other man while plowing into him, shouldn’t be turning me on, but it was. I didn’t just want to see more, I needed it. Needed to quench the desire aching through my body. I didn’t have to tell him that, though. Parker already knew. One look, and he gave me what I was too afraid to admit I wanted.
“I assume you brought a condom?” Parker said to Brady when my eyes met his.
Brady nodded and passed him a foil packet.
My thighs clenched in anticipation as Parker tore open the condom and sheathed himself. He pressed Brady’s face harder into the tiled wall and lined his cock up. I sucked back an anticipatory gasp and slapped my hand over my mouth. With his eyes still locked on mine, Parker’s lips twisted and he thrust in.
He fucked Brady without mercy. Shoving his hand in his mouth to muffle his cries while pumping furiously into his back hole. I couldn’t look away. It was depraved and wrong in the most glorious way. The sweat dripping off their brows, mingling with the water beating down on them. I could feel their heat. Taste each echoing groan vibrating through the room. When Brady’s fingers tightened on the wall and his cock throbbed, spraying his release, my only regret was that I wasn’t over there, enjoying the moment with them. That was the terrifying part.
I not only got off on watching Parker fuck another man, I wanted to do it with him. That was what made me turn and bolt. I wasn’t running from Parker. I was running from the dark voice whispering debaucheries in the back of my mind.
Parker didn’t saya word on the way home, and neither did I. I could barely look at him without shame burning in my cheeks. How could I have watched, and why couldn’t I stop thinking about it? That was the most uncomfortable car ride of my life. On the upside, I never noticed all the pretty plants around the town before. I even got a few ideas for our house.
Ugh. I needed to stop thinking about it that way.
I was supposed to be mad at Parker, and here he had me all twisted up. Thinking about things I shouldn’t be thinking about. Yet when I looked at him, all I could do was squirm in my seat and turn away, hoping he didn’t sense my embarrassed state. If there was a jail for pushovers, I’d get the biggest cell. Tours would stop outside my door to gawk at the epic failure.
“This one didn’t do a thing to fight against her forced marriage, and she enjoyed watching her husband with another man.”
Shocked gasps followed by shaking heads of disapproval.
