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I’m even harder now, and I trail behind them as Ben takes Annie’s hand and leads her to the bathroom.

On his way past the kitchen, he grabs one of the bar chairs from behind the counter, then sets it down in the bathroom door.

I stand behind the chair and watch Ben turn on the shower and pull his shirt off.

Annie’s on him immediately, her fingers running through his chest hair and drifting down his stomach as she plants a series of soft, hungry kisses along his collarbones and throat.

Ben reaches back to grip her ass and whispers something in her ear.

The skirt she’s wearing vanishes in a puff of shadows, but she still has on a rather tight, white t-shirt with no bra beneath.

Ben pulls some of her hair aside and looks at me over her shoulder.

“Sit,” he says quietly. I obey, pulling myself into the chair and lacing my fingers together, balancing my elbows on my knees. Annie turns her head and grins at me as she starts to unzip Ben’s jeans.

“Do not move,” she tells me, and I shake my head.

“I’m not going anywhere.” As soon as I say it, shadows start to curl around her lower back, slowly but surely forming into the shape of a tail—the long, black, sinewy thing with a wicked spike at the end that she tried to choke Ben with the day before. I hold my breath and shift uncomfortably.

“Don’t freak out,” Ben says gently, as if he can tell how tense I am.

He reaches back and puts his fingers around the base of her tail, running his hand along it to the spike.

It slowly morphs until the end is just a thick, blunted point, like a lizard’s.

She whips it around behind her back and wraps it around her own body, sliding the tip into Ben’s waistband and pulling his jeans to the floor.

I lean forward again, locking eyes with Ben as I tell him, “I trust you.”

He g ives me a small smile, and Annie’s tail makes short work of his boxers too. When he pulls her into the shower, she leaves her white shirt on and the thin fabric immediately becomes soaked. Ben presses her against the glass wall of the shower and I let out an involuntary groan.

I can’t handle the pressure of gathering in my jeans, so I stand up and unzip them, but when I reach back to take my phone out of my pocket, I have an idea.

If I can’t touch Annie, I need something else.

With both of them watching me closely, I turn my camera on and prop the phone against a soap bottle on the counter, facing the shower.

“Is this alright?” I ask, hovering my finger over the record button. They both nod and Ben licks his lips.

“You wanna be a porn director, Theo?” he says with a smirk. “Tell me what to do with her.”

I can barely hear him over the sound of the water and the blood pounding in my ears.

As I sit back in the chair and start to stroke myself, I take stock of the shower.

There’s a good-sized bench built onto the wall behind them, and a sturdy towel bar above it.

I have so many ideas, but I know Ben hasn’t really been able to taste her yet like I have.

“On your knees,” I tell him, my mouth dry and my voice hoarse. “I want to watch her come on your tongue first, then on your cock.”

Annie lets out a sharp breath, and her face flushes as Ben leans forward and whispers something in her ear.

Slowly, her tail snakes up and wraps around his neck, dragging him down onto his knees.

I can’t see his face anymore, just Annie’s perfect tits pressed up against the glass, her face tilted back, mouth open, and Ben’s erection bobbing between his legs as he pushes hers apart.

She lets out a loud moan, and I can tell how hard he’s pushing her with his tongue and fingers, even if I can’t see everything.

I can also tell I’m going to have a hell of a time holding myself back.

I never thought I’d be in a situation more erotic than what we did in the car– or on the couch–but this is…

something else. I just wish I was in there with them, especially as Annie’s moans become louder, more insistent, more ragged.

“Ben, I’m…I’m–” She can’t even finish her sentence as her body goes rigid.

Ben doesn’t stop, however, and she screams his name as she comes, her forehead falling against the shower glass, steam rising off her skin.

Without missing a beat, Ben stands up and briefly sticks his face under the shower stream to wipe it off.

He grabs Annie around the waist, gripping her breasts and grinding against her, his dark, hungry eyes pinned on me, her tail still wrapped tightly around his neck.

“Now what?” he asks. My breath is already coming in short bursts, the pressure under my hand building as I stroke my cock faster. I have to brace my other hand on the seat of the chair and swallow hard before I answer.

“Put her on your lap,” I instruct, “both of you face me—and the camera.”

Ben pulls her back so he’s sitting on the bench and she’s balanced on his thighs. Her tail tightens, making his breath catch in his throat, and a devious smile splits her face.

“Annie,” warns Ben with a bit of a growl, “if you’re gonna choke me out, I need you to ride my cock while you do it.”

She obliges, lifting herself up and sinking down slowly, giving a drawn-out, deliciously sweet moan that very nearly sends me over the edge.

“Shirt off now, sweetheart,” I tell her, and the white fabric dissolves into shadows, letting the spray from the shower coat her tits with little droplets that slide over her skin and fall from her nipples.

Ben seizes her hips again and pushes her up, but her legs are still closed between his, blocking the best view–the one I want to get on video.

“Ben, spread her legs. I need to see everything.”

His mouth pulls into a grin, then he reaches down, gr abs her thighs just behind the knees, and pulls them up.

She opens them wide while he shifts his body so she’s balanced perfectly on his hips, leaning back against his chest. Annie groans as his cock changes angles inside her, then she reaches back to clutch the towel bar over his head.

Ben’s hips begin to roll, but he’s also slowly lifting her up and lowering her again, the veins in his arms bulging, streams of water running through the little channels between his straining muscles.

I’m about to fucking come apart watching every inch of his cock slide in and out of her.

The way she stretches around him, it’s like a drug.

I can’t get enough of the noises they’re making, the way her body bounces and jiggles with every thrust, the sight of Ben’s teeth sinking into the top of her shoulder.

Her tail tightens around his throat again, and it only makes his movements more desperate, more frantic.

She’s crying out his name, but then he puts his mouth close to her ear and whispers again.

They both look at me, and I’m done for when my name comes out of her mouth every time he buries his cock inside her.

Their moans come louder and faster, punctuated with Annie’s sweet little gasps and whines.

When Ben’s eyes lock on to me and he groans my name too, I can’t hold back anymore.

I nearly fall out of the chair and stumble to the sink as I come, turning my head so I can watch the way Annie convulses in Ben’s arm, my name tearing out of her one last time, along with a string of curses.

He doesn’t even wait for her to come down from the orgasm before he drops her legs and seizes her around the waist, pinning her arms to her sides.

Folding her over and lifting himself off the bench, he pumps hard and fast, burying his face into her hair and letting out a muffled cry as he fills her up.

“Fuck, Annie!” His movements become jerky, slow, and he finally releases her, then collapses back onto the bench, pushing his soaking wet curls out of his face.

Annie giggles and turns to straddle him, trailing her hands across his chest, kissing his neck while his fingers roam over her ass and up her back.

I zip my jeans back up and lean against the countertop, letting my phone capture the images of them whisp ering and smiling at each other.

Ben gently tucking wet strands of hair behind her ear.

Annie turning to kiss the palm of his hand.

The adoration in his eyes. Those will be the images I really want to have if I lose one of them…

or both of them. When Annie stands up to rinse her body and hair, I turn my phone off, feeling awkward now.

She steps out of the shower and I run my eyes over her curves as I grab a towel.

“It’s not fair,” I laugh, helping her wrap it around her chest. She kisses me on the cheek, letting her hand linger on my chin before she saunters out of the bathroom.

“Take those clothes off and get in here so I can make it fair, osito ,” says Ben quietly. I do as he says and step into the shower, where he’s waiting with a bar of soap. He pulls me into the stream of water and starts to rub it over my chest, then over the tattoo on my upper arm.

“Poppies?” he asks, tracing a thumb over the red petals and green stems.

“For Gabe,” I reply, then I fall silent as he runs the soap down my ribs and stomach.

I still have a hard time understanding how he’s even real–how someone like him came into my trainwreck of a life and decided they wanted to stay, make a few repairs, maybe even get things up and running again.

I guess his life wasn’t exactly on the tracks either, but still.

Ben’s the kind of guy who could have anyone he wanted, whether he’s living out of his car or not, and he chose me.

As stupid as it might be, he loves me. I still don’t know what to do with that, but I guess showing him that I love him is a good start, since we can’t talk about it right now.