Page 45 of Finding Their Place

“Fuck it.” I left my sandwich on the table and sprawled on the couch, sweats shoved to my thighs.

It wasn’t like either of them were going to walk in on me jerking off. They were too damn wrapped up in each other—and I was too ramped and ready to release to not finish before they did.

Pre-cum oozed from my slit, and I smeared it down my length. A few good tugs over the swollen head had me hissing.

“Oh, fuck.” Teeth clenched, I thrust upward through my hand, imagining Haley’s lips wrapped around my cock.

I squeezed the base of my dick, needing a breather. Didn’t want to paint my abs with sticky white too quickly. It was my first time hearing Haley make noises like she was getting eaten out within an inch of her sanity—and I had to enjoy that shit while I could.

At the first thump of her headboard against the wall, I groaned, my fantasy once more morphing.

It was my dick shoving into her tight heat, it was my name she groaned rather than Wyatt’s. But I took it further, thinking about his dick inside me, every sharp thrust from him pounding me into her.

Yes…fuck yes.

I spit on my fingers, lifted my bound legs, and reached around to my desperate hole, my other hand still gripped around my aching length.

The puckered skin twitched at my touch, and I bit down on my lip to keep quiet as I slid two fingers inside me.

Curses spilled from my mouth that had dropped open to pant. My hand worked over my dick on instinct. I contorted my body to have better access to my ass, reaching deep through the sting until I hit my prostate.

“Fuuuck.” More pre-cum leaked from my slit, creating for one hell of a messy jack-off session, the schlicking sounds of me fucking my fist as loud as the noises coming through the wall.

Continued thumps.

Haley’s curses.

The goddamn deep rumbled groan of a man.

I went off, shooting spunk up over my abs and chin, my entire body twitching with every wave of release. Even through the ringing in my ears, I heard both Haley and Wyatt climax, pulling one last dribble of cum from me.

“Fuck.” I choked on the word while trying to fill my lungs. “Fucking hell.” I allowed myself about five seconds of satiated bliss before dragging my ass from the couch for a quick cleanup at the kitchen sink.

God forbid Haley slipped out of her room for the bathroom and took note of me being home and fresh off masturbating to the music the two of them had created.

I sat at the table a minute later but found my appetite had disappeared. Wrapping up my snack for the next day’s lunch, I considered the silence in our apartment.

Would Wyatt sleep over or leave after Haley passed out?

From what Haley had told me about him, I knew he was a business owner who was proud of his work. I doubted he was the type to go in late on a Monday morning, but if I’d been in his shoes, I sure as fuck would just for the chance to snuggle with a naked Haley as the sun rose.

Sleepy, she was beautiful. Add in sated, and I couldn’t imagine the sight.

Dick on board for another go, I headed to my bedroom, ready to shut myself away and bury my head under the pillow.

Murmurs easily reached through her door, and I hesitated.

Fuck it.

I pressed my ear to the door.

“Will you stay with me tonight?” Need laced Haley’s voice, and I closed my eyes with a sigh.

“I have to leave by five.”

Fuck, did that low tone of his make my blood race.

“Then I’ll wake you up at four-thirty with my lips wrapped around your dick.”

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