Page 71 of Finding Their Place

“Fuck, Haley.” Wyatt grabbed my hand, putting it atop my tented sweats. He squeezed, silently telling me to touch myself, and removed his touch from me to take up stroking himself again.

Groaning, I adjusted myself and pressed against the base, knowing I was going to blow in my sweats in a matter of seconds.

“Panties,” he told Haley, and she shivered, her gaze flitting between us.

I tried like fuck to keep from looking like a ravenous animal, tongue salivating, panting for what lay beneath that lace.

She shimmied them down.

Fucking bare, glistening pussy lips filled my vision. Another groan escaped me, and I had to squeeze my dick.

“Garrett?” she murmured my name like a prayer—a question. With longing.

Fuck my life, did I want her. Badly.

“Sit on him, Hal,” I croaked out, rather than begging for her to touch me. Kiss me. Love me. “Let me watch you ride him.”

It would have to be enough.

“Fuck yes,” Wyatt murmured, grabbed a condom from her bed stand, and settled back in beside me to roll it over his length. “Be a good girl and give him what he wants, sweet Haley.”

My Hal climbed onto the bed, her breasts swaying slightly as she moved up over Wyatt’s legs.

“Lose the sweats, Garrett,” Wyatt demanded, his low tone rumbling through my groin. “Jerk yourself off while you watch your best friend fuck herself on my dick.”

Christ, this man.

“Fucking hell, Wyatt.” Haley moaned her own arousal over Wyatt’s words and rested on her knees above him.

Scrambling out of my sweats, I couldn’t look in her eyes—couldn’t handle seeing her desire for him. I couldn’t watch him—didn’t want jealousy to rip my insides to shreds.

Instead, I peered at his hand as he gripped his base and held his sheathed length straight up in invitation.

Haley’s knee brushed against my thigh as she settled into place, and I pressed toward her, keeping the connection between us. “Do it, Hal,” I whispered through clenched teeth.

She lowered, the swollen head of Wyatt’s cock slipping inside her.

They both groaned, and I squeezed the base of my dick, watching as she slowly settled down over him, stuffing her pussy full.

Wyatt slid his hands around her hips, gasping when she bottomed out. “So fucking hot…goddamn are you tight.”

My dick pulsed in my hand, and I clenched my jaw while staring at her spread thighs, her swollen clit, and the wet, pink lips stretched around Wyatt’s girth.

Alec. Think about Alec and that twink. His bitch sister. The assholes who’d kicked the shit out of my guts.

Mission accomplished, I managed to draw breath, the tingles in the base of my spine subsiding to a dull ache.

No jealousy spiked through me when Haley began to lift and lower. The lewd sounds of her sopping pussy clutching at Wyatt’s length made my mouth water. Her creamy arousal coated the condom with every upward stroke, and I imagined it was my cock she rode.

My hands grasping her hips.

I wanted to lay on my belly between Wyatt’s legs and suck on his balls while she fucked herself on his length. I lusted to push her forward onto his chest and work my throbbing length into her tight ass.

“Fuck,” I groaned at the image in my head.

“You like watching her?”

“Fuck yeah,” I answered without thought, pre-cum oozing from my slit. I smeared it over my palm, slickening my strokes over my rigid length.

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