Page 11 of Overdue Feelings

“I brought him here for a reason, Creek.” I leaned back in the chair, legs open, cup in hand, voice low and steady. “Go ahead. I want to watch you get what you’ve been needing.”

She blinked, like she wasn’t sure if I was serious.

I was dead ass serious. I’d thought about this for a minute.

Way longer than I’d ever admit out loud.

I’d spent too many nights pretending I didn’t hear her whisper his name in her sleep.

Too many mornings watching her move like she was holding her breath.

The truth didn’t scare me anymore. I’d made peace with it.

I loved Creek and she loved me, but she also loved Ares.

He had a part of her that I didn’t, and vice versa.

I used to want her to choose, but that would mean that one part of her would be empty, always longing for the other.

Nah, Creek needed to be loved fully, and I was man enough to support that.

“Zae… you’re drunk,” she said softly, eyes bouncing between me and Ares.

“Maybe.” I shrugged. “But a drunk mind speaks a sober heart.” I nodded at her. I wanted this as much as she did. “Let him touch you.” Her eyes locked with mine, searching for my something she wasn’t going to find—doubt and jealousy. “Kiss him.”

She moved slow, nodding her head like her body was checking in before her brain could talk her out of it.

She swung one leg across Ares’s lap, straddling him.

Her sundress rose over her thighs. Ares froze, his arms hovering above his head like he was scared to want this, to want her, but I saw it in him. I knew he did.

“Go ahead. Reconnect with her,” I commanded.

He looked at me. “Zae, I ain’t trying to overstep.”

“You’re not. I’m sharing.”

He looked at me one more time before clenching his jaw and letting his eyes roam back to Creek. I could see the lust taking over both of them, and I liked it.

“Can I have you, C?” he asked her, his face close to hers.

“Yes,” she moaned, and he pulled her into him, kissing her like it had been on his mind for years. I watched as she opened her mouth to allow his tongue in before melting into him, her hips rolling in his lap like she was in heat.

“Shit!” I grunted as I watched them. There was no jealousy, just pride. Ares may have been her first, but I’m the one who showed her what her body could do.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he complimented breathlessly, his hands roaming her body.

I offered for him to, “Explore her.”

She was already wet. I could smell her sweet ass scent from over here. Ares slid his hand underneath the top of her dress and popped her titties out before cupping them and sliding his tongue across her erect nipples.

“Ooh.” Her moans filled the sun porch, and I just sat there watching. My dick was hard as fuck. I stared at her as she unraveled.

“Tell him what you want, Creek,” I demanded.

Her eyes fell on me, and I could see the heat between them. Having me here was turning her on. She nodded at me.

“I want you to fuck me.” Her beautiful brown eyes never left mine as she rolled her hips across his lap.

“Tell him!” I pointed to Ares, and she turned her head.

“Fuck me please.” She moaned, tugging at Ares’s shorts. He lifted her slightly and freed his dick while she pulled her dress all the way over her ass.

“Reconnect with her.”

Ares slipped his hands beneath her thighs and lifted her with ease, guiding her down onto him. A collaborative moan escaped both of their mouths.

“Ooh… y-yes!”

“Fuck!” Ares hissed as she took him in inch by inch.

This shit was turning me on more than I thought it would.

Watching her juices spill over him had me ready to stroke myself, but this wasn’t about me.

It was about them. I stood and walked over.

I didn’t say anything, but I stood while Creek bounced up and down on Ares’s dick.

“It’s so good,” she cried.

“Un huh!”

“Fuck, Ares!”

“Good girl,” I whispered, leaning down and placing my hand on her lower back. “Ride that shit. Make me proud.”

“Ooh, yes!” she moaned, clinging to his shoulders with her forehead pressed to his.

“You takin’ it so good, baby,” I praised. “Look at you!”

Her body trembled and skin flushed as I reached around and tweaked her nipples gently, then kissed the top of her spine. She was unraveling, coming apart just the way we wanted her.

“Fuck.” Ares groaned, eyes glassy. “I love you, Creek.” He slowed his strokes, digging in deep, controlled, and focused from below.

Creek gasped. Her legs twitched as she kept the same pace bouncing on top of him.

Her nails clawed at his back. Her moans got louder, messier.

I leaned in, letting my hand travel around to her clit.

I brushed my finger across it and watched her head fall back in pleasure.

Her hips jumped and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. She was about to cum.

“You feel that?” Ares asked through clenched teeth. “I ain’t stopping till you cum on this dick.”

“Wet his dick!”

She nodded fast, lips parted, breath gone. We sped up. Ares pounded her from the bottom, and I massaged her clit to match his rhythm. Her pressure built fast, and she collapsed on his chest shaking and panting.

“F-fuck!” she cried out.

“Good girl.” I scooped her up, wanting to take full advantage of her high.

“That was just the warm-up,” I said, grinning.

“You got twelve years of dick to make up for.” I shot Ares a look and jerked my chin.

He stood and followed without a word. Yeah, it was messy.

Unconventional. A little reckless, but for the first time in forever, I wasn’t worried about not being enough for her.

Having Ares here felt right. Like peace. Like we were full.