Page 45 of The P Arrangement

When I spun around, I gasped at what—or rather, who—I saw there.

Preston’s friend Theo was sitting across from us on his balcony with a drink in his hand. Even though I could see him, it was too dark to read his expression well, but I sensed he had a smirk on his face.

I’d almost forgotten I was in the middle of a conversation with Preston until he grabbed my hips and pulled me back onto his lap.

One large hand caressed the front of my throat. “Lift your dress and spread your legs.”

“But I’m not wearing any underwear.” It was a nonsensical argument because, even if I were, I would be showing Theo my panties, which were still private.

Preston’s grip tightened ever so slightly as he put his mouth to my ear. “I know. He’s going to get to watch me play with your cunt, knowing he’ll never get to touch it.”

I shivered at the wordwatch. In all our voyeurism fantasies, we’d never actually had someone watch us. And the thrill and arousal that whipped through me was sharp.

He slid his hand lower and pushed one strap of my dress down until my breast was exposed, which he cupped before pinching my nipple. “And then I’m going to fuck you just like this. You’re going to ride my cock until we both come, and if he’s lucky, I’ll let him watch my cum leak out of you.”

Grabbing on to his arm, I rotated my hips over his. “It feels so wrong.”

“But also so right.”

“Yes,” I agreed.

Preston nipped my earlobe. “Lift your dress, Laney. Show him what a slut you are. Let him see that pretty pussy of yours.”

He’d said similar words to me on our first night together, but then he had meant someone could see me in theory. Tonight, it was very real. It only made me hotter.

Slowly, I dragged my dress up my legs, exposing my thigh-high stockings first and finally my bare hips. I watched as Theo leaned forward in his chair, and I gradually spread my legs.

I made a move to touch myself, but Preston swatted my hand away.

“No. I touch you first in front of him. I want him to know whose cunt this is.” While shoving two fingers into me, he pinched and twisted my nipple.

Closing my eyes, I rode his hand.

“Delaney, take my cock out.”

It wasn’t easy, but I reached behind me and assaulted his pants until I was able to push them away enough to grab his hard length. “So warm,” I said, pumping him in my fist.

“Not as hot as you.” He took his dick from me and rubbed it against my wet slit. “Are you ready, Laney? Are you ready to show my friend what a slut you are for me?”

My answer was to slam my body down, driving his cock into me.

Preston stretched and filled me so full, and the moan that came out of me was long and loud enough for all our neighbors to hear. Not just the one paying attention across from us.

“Fuck, Laney. You feel so goddamn good.” He moved the hand on my breast to free its partner while his other hand went back between my legs to massage my clit.

Rotating my hips, grinding myself on his dick, I said, “So do you, Pres. I’m going to come so fast.”

“And why is that? Because of me or because of him?”

“Both,” I answered honestly. “But it’s only hot that he’s watching because I’m fucking you. I wouldn’t care otherwise.” Reaching back, I grabbed on to his neck. “I only want him to watch because you’re inside me.”

Preston growled in my ear, “You keep talking like that, I am going to come before you.”

“No, you won’t. You always get me off first.”Always.

Preston shifted his hand to use his thumb to push against the top of my clit while his fingers rubbed below it. His cock pistoned in and out of me at just the right speed, sliding over my G-spot with every thrust. He didn’t need to worry about me getting off first.

“That’s because you deserve it. You deserve everything, baby, and so much more.”

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