Page 26 of Room Ten: Put on a Show

I couldn’t say no to Kenna.

In the span of two strides, I found myself sinking into the empty chair, my gaze locked on Troy’s cock in Kenna’s hand.

Slowly, she sank down with a moan, taking every inch of him. Blazing, molten lust filled her eyes. Perched atop Troy, her hands on the mattress for support, her tits pushed together, his fingers digging into her skin, she looked like a goddess, hungry to be worshiped and adored. And she knew she had an audience that would hang on her every word, every move, every intake of breath.

“Touch yourself,” Kenna commanded. “Both of you. Show me how much you wish you could be the one inside my pussy right now, fucking me senseless.”

Merrick didn’t hesitate. It seemed he’d been waiting for the signal. His fingers made quick work of his belt and zipper. Then his thick cock was in his hand, stroking the full length until he was hard and leaking precum.

You folded like a goddamn house of cards.

I made a mental note to rib Merrick later about how easily he gave in to her. I crossed my arms, fighting the urge to follow her order. Kenna watched Merrick, matching the rhythm of his fist while she rode Troy—up, down, up, down.

“Oh, God, I knew you had a big dick, Merrick, but you’reso thick,” Kenna rasped.

Troy’s fingers tightened on her hips, throwing his head back.

“Jesus, she loves watching you,” he choked. “She’s soaking wet and squeezing me tight.”

A muscle pulsed in Merrick’s jaw. He slid deeper in his seat, spurred on by Kenna’s pleasure matching his own. He spread his knees wide, thrusting up into his hand. She watched every movement with a greedy gaze, biting her lower lip.

“Unbutton your shirt,” she said.

Merrick fumbled to obey, yanking his shirt open. A few buttons skittered and rolled across the floor. His abs flexed with every upward thrust and the tendons in his neck strained from the effort to maintain his short, sharp rhythm.

“Long and deep, Merrick,” Kenna said. “Go long and deep.”

He slowed down to languid strokes, pulling out to the tip and pushing back in until his fist rested at the base of his cock. Kenna let out a sigh of appreciation. Every time Merrick thrust deep, Kenna took in the full length of Troy’s cock and circled her hips with a pleased little sound.

Sweat slicked the back of my neck. My heart felt like it would hammer through my chest at any moment. All I could think about was how much my cock needed to be touched but I wouldn’t do it.

Kenna’s gaze shifted away from Merrick and fell on me.

“You don’t look like you’re enjoying yourself, Baron.”

I said nothing. I shouldn’t even be here.

A little smirk lifted the corner of her mouth.

“Harder, Troy,” she said.

Troy changed position, kneeling behind her. When he slid his cock inside Kenna again, her mouth dropped open and her eyes fluttered closed. She slid forward, arms extended, ass up, head down, clutching the sheets.

Troy set a relentless pace, pounding into her from behind. The slap of skin against skin filled the air. The smell of sex was sweet and thick. Beside me, Merrick pumped his cock hard and fast, his rhythm quickly growing sloppy as he drew closer to his release.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Kenna rambled, blind with ecstasy.

Merrick swore under his breath as he came, spilling over his hand.

Seconds later, Kenna orgasmed, too, shaking and burying her face in the mattress to muffle herself.

Troy gritted his teeth, fighting to hold out a little while longer. But he finished as well, burying himself deep in Kenna with a groan as he slumped over her.

I was rock hard. Aching to be touched. It was so damn painful but I couldn’t break.

Kenna rolled over, touching Troy’s chest with a contented smile on her face. Then she propped herself up on one elbow and turned to look at me. She clucked her tongue.

“You’re tougher than I thought.”

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