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We haven’t had sex since Théodore was born. I’m not sure if it’s a lack of want, concern about whether it’ll hurt, worry that Marco will hear, or maybe all of them. Even though our bedroom is across the hall from the spare, having a baby is tiring. He’s up several times during the night to feed, and even if Théodore is in his crib with Marco, El still gets up to feed him across the hall. Another instance where I overhear El and Marco talking. Laughing. Bonding.
When I pull back from kissing her, I don’t miss Marco’s attention, which is directly on the two of us, need spread across his face. When he notices I see him, he clears his throat, picking up Théodore. Something about seeing him with Théodore makes me want him as much as I want El.
“What’s for dinner, Lover Boy?”
“I bought ingredients to make a light salad, beef Wellington with mashed potatoes, and la mousse au chocolat.” Marco’s face curls up, practically malfunctioning. Why can’t he take the timeto learn basic French? “It’s chocolate mousse. It’s delicious, trust me.”
“It’s fantastic, Marco. It practically makes me come in my panties every time.”
Marco’s lips barely move, a deep rumble combined with the words he says to himself. “We could only hope.”
Did I hear him correctly? “What was that?”
“Nothing. I’m going to shower. Let me know when dinner is ready.”
He passes Théodore to El, leaving El and Théodore to keep me company while I make dinner.
About twenty minutes later, Marco makes his way down the hall. I almost choke on my own spit when I notice the towel placed low on his hips and his wet hair slicked back. I can’t help but stare at the vee of his hips, pointing directly down to the towel that doesn’t leave much to the imagination. El is rocking Théodore, her mouth ajar as her face shows what my brain thinks.
“That smells awesome. How long until it’s ready?”
“What? Oh yeah. Ready. It’ll be ready in about forty-five minutes.”
“Nice. Yell for me when it’s ready.” He walks off down the hallway, holding onto the towel as it almost falls off. After he disappears, I continue cooking, trying to think of anything except Marco. Unfortunately for me, I can’t keep the image out of my head, and my dick gets the memo too, getting harder by the second. His glances, his moments with Théodore, his wet naked torso in that towel.
I turn my hips away from El, moving my dick to hide it from both of them. Having him around could be dangerous.
Chapter 82
Marco
Théodore lies, tummy down on my bare chest, falling asleep to my heartbeat as I stare at him. He’s currently dreaming, scrunching his face as he aggressively sucks on his pacifier. Whenever he dreams, I always wonder what he’s dreaming about. Can babies dream? All he knows is tummy time, several people’s faces, and El’s tits. Shit, I’ve dreamed about El’s tits. I’m still mind-blown about how they’ve huge they’ve been since she got pregnant. I have to use all my strength not to stare when she feeds our son. If she ever caught me, she would call me a pervert, which I’d have to agree with. She’s feeding our kid, and I can’t stop thinking about her massive tits.
Suddenly, dick rapidly grows in my pants. “Dude, not the right time. Our kid is sleeping on us.” Thankfully, Little Marco gets the memo and slows down when I whisper to him, sitting about half chub. Thank God.
I lay my head back, resting my eyes for a few more minutes before I set Théodore in his crib. He falls asleep best with the warmth of someone's body, but will stay asleep once we puthim down. Quinn says listening to our heartbeats comforts him, allowing him to sleep soundly.
As I’m relaxing, I hear a soft sound from across the hall. Was that a moan?. No. It can’t be. They wouldn’t while I’m here. Would they? Yes. They most definitely would. They’d fuck anywhere.
The moaning comes again, a little louder and more of a whimper. I can practically see the lightbulb appear over my head when I think of an idea. A bad idea.
I gently stand up, holding Théodore tightly to my chest. I rock him side to side as I put him down in his crib. When I’m confident he’s asleep, I make my way out of the room, noticing that the door is cracked with soft lighting streaming into the hallway.
There they are.
Andrea kneels in front of the bed, his head between El’s legs as she moans. She grinds her pussy on his face when he pulls her clit into his mouth. She wraps one leg up and over his shoulder, pressing between his shoulder blades to pull and hold him close.
I push the door slightly, enough to see El’s pleasure on her face. A shiver runs down my spine, shooting through my cock. I haven’t been this hard in months, matching the last time El, Andrea, and I were together. I shouldn’t watch this. The mostly closed door was the main clue that they didn’t want me to catch them. Yet, here I am. Being the creepy guy from across the hall. And what I’m about to do makes me even creepier.
Lord. I know I don’t pray to you often, but if you could help me walk out of this with both my balls, I’d appreciate it.
I inch open the door, sneaking my way into the bedroom. My heart races as I inch toward the chair in the corner. I might as well be a spectator watching through a two-way mirror at how they’re ignoring my presence. Or are they too engrossed in themselves to hear my presence?
I shouldn’t do this.
I silently sit in the chair that El sat in the night Andrea and I first kissed, leading us through that first for me. Sitting down in that chair brings emotions back that I didn’t know still existed. El’s perfectly manicured hands in my hair as she came, Andrea’s soft lips as they pressed against mine, the way they both felt when we would be intimate together. For a minute I close my eyes, listening to El’s moans as Andrea continues to snack on her pussy.
I should leave.