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Jackson

“Is this really happening?” I asked, holding my erection, with a smile so wide it threatened to split my face. When all I got back was a low-level rumble, I said, “I can’t believe you actually agreed to this.”

They were standing in front of me, and I was speechless. Utterly speechless. I thought they’d at least think about it for a few days before inviting me here.

So, when I got the text message late last night, how could I say no?

Britt moved forward, kissing Matty with more force than I’d ever seen, desperate and feral, which surprised me since they were already married. Matty tried to slow it down, caressing her hip at the hem of her shirt.

“Fuck,” I whispered, squeezing my erection. It was hot watching them kissing, but I wanted the main show. Britt backed away from Matty, her lips wet as she pulled the shirt over her head, revealing her toned stomach and a purple lace bra holding her pert breasts just out of reach. Her gaze was solely focused on Matty’s reaction to it.

Unsurprisingly, Matty’s chest heaved; he was hot for his wife, so that wasn’t a surprise. Britt was stunning, and as an athlete, she had that lean look which could rival Britney Spears in her heyday. I was enjoying the show, but I couldn’t deny I liked a girl with a more curves. One with a little more to grip onto and own. One whose flesh jiggled as I pumped deep inside her.

Again, I wasn’t complaining about Britt, she was perfect. Perfect for Matty, and perfect for letting me watch, but there was something niggling at the back of my mind, and I couldn’t figure out what it was.

Britt pushed Matty back onto the bed, straddling him while kissing him wildly. Her blonde hair tickled the back of her jeans as she writhed on top of him, no doubt making him as hard as steel beneath her.

Her moans filled the room, drowning out the ocean noise behind me as I leaned against the window. It was a shame, really. I’d never seen a more beautiful view of the ocean than from their bedroom, but I had no time to admire it because the offer of a threesome—okay, that was a stretch, this was more a voyeur experience—was too hard to pass up.

I slowly moved my hand up my length, wanting to savor this experience since she hadn’t even gotten her jeans off yet.

Matty pulled Britt’s hair, forcing her chin up so he could kiss down the column of her neck. She mewled, her fingers gripping at his shirt as she rocked against him.

What a lucky motherfucker.

His other hand gently traced the back of her spine before reaching her jeans.

Take them off. Take them off.

The anticipation was burning in my stomach. I’d never felt this way about porn, which could be due to the fact it was never live, in the flesh. I could never smell the desire between two people or feel the tension in the room.

As Matty moved down her chest, I could only imagine what he was doing from the noises Britt was making. He’d probably flipped the cups of her bra down so he could nibble at her no doubt pink and perky tits.

The more Matty kissed her skin, the more natural it all felt. They were getting into this, as if I wasn’t here watching them.

Britt cried out before Matty guided her off his body so she was standing in front of him. He pulled her jeans down with ease, leaving her in a matching purple thong. Her ass was magnificent. I’d seen it before in some swimwear she’d worn in Vegas, and it looked almost identical to that day. I’d wondered how Matty had coped, knowing he couldn’t touch her.

Well, he was touching her now. His hands stretched across the wide expanse of her ass, his fingers digging into the muscled cheeks as he growled. See, this was what I thought would make my friend a little less grouchy. More hot sex with the woman he loved.

Britt let out a little yelp as Matty tossed her onto the bed and opened her legs. She cried out when Matty pulled her center closer. I wished I could see what he was doing to get her off, but that obnoxiously big head only made it possible to see his floppy hair grazing Britt’s thighs.

Her hips moved quicker, and I watched her facial expression, imagining with every hitching breath that Matty was circling her clit or pushing his tongue inside her. That was better. This was hot.

Her hips worked faster, making her breasts bounce. I frowned, disappointed Matty didn’t remove the bra when he was playing with them. What was the point in inviting me here if he didn’t want me to see the goodies?

Britt’s breathing increased, and I moved my hands in time to her hips as she chased an orgasm. Sweat prickled at the back of my neck. I might not have been involved in her pleasure, but I sure as hell was feeling it.

“I’m, I’m—”

She didn’t get the words out before Matty moved his head away and had apparently tucked her underwear back in place, blocking my view of her.

“Why’d you stop?” Britt griped. Her chest was heaving, and the redness of her collarbone matched the flush of her cheeks. “I was so close.”

“I know,” Matty said, squeezing her knee. He then looked at me from over his shoulder. “Why don’t we make this more of a show?”

“Yes, please.” It might’ve sounded overeager, but fuck, I’d never been part of something like this before, and I was really interested in his ideas for audience participation.

Matty maneuvered Britt so she was straddling him again, but this time, she was facing me with her legs wide open and her bra and panties still on; it was hot. Matty’s hand sprawled her stomach, reaching inside her underwear to toy with her clit. I wished I could see what was going on, but with his hand and the fabric restricting my view, I once again had to imagine everything.

As his hand worked faster, she dropped her head onto his shoulder, grinding against his hand like she was having sex with him.

Fuck. This was hot. Way hotter than I’d expected.

It was also too much. I was close to coming as I fisted my cock, but hoping I could hold off, as to not ruin the mood. Matty hadn’t even taken his clothes off yet.

Britt was bouncing on Matty’s lap, and he had one hand on her clit and the other tweaking her nipples. Damn. I knew these two were perfect together, but I didn’t realize they’d be able to make such hot porn.

Little gasps of pleasure spilled from Britt’s mouth, and my balls tightened as I got closer to coming.

Britt lifted her head and looked at me through her lust-filled eyes, then dragged one of her hands to her center and placed it just above Matty’s.

“I need you,” she said, looking straight at me.

I looked around, then I pointed at myself. “Me? You need me?”

She bit her bottom lip and said, “I want to feel your tongue on me.”

Britt wanted me to join in?

Matty looked emotionless behind her, which I assumed was a good thing.

Shit. I’d never had a threesome before, but I was more than happy to go with this.

“Well, who am I to say no to that?!” I sunk to the floor and crawled over to them, sitting between Matty’s jean-covered thighs as he opened up his wife for me. Her pussy was right there, ready for the taking. Britt was still covered in purple lace, so I reached forward, ready to move the thin fabric and reveal what was underneath. Only, as my hand got closer, things started to change.

Britt’s skin became paler. Her hips and thighs got a little thicker with each blink until I knew it wasn’t her anymore.

I flicked my gaze up, shocked to see it was Thea in front of me with her legs spread wide and her body begging for me to touch her.

“Thea,” I choked out, and as I tracked her body, I realized she wasn’t sitting on top of Matty.

No.

She was propped up on her elbows, glaring at me with her usual disdain.

“Will you hurry up, Baseball Cap?” She sighed, her hand doing all the work she was apparently hoping I would.

Fuck.

Her body wriggled with her hand’s movements, and it was mesmerizing. Her hips … so curvaceous. She was delicious.

“Jackson,” she moaned.

She pushed her thong out of the way so I could watch her hand furiously moving across her center, circling her clit.

“Fuck.” She was glistening, so wet after thinking about me touching her.

Unable to stop myself, I leaned forward. I still wanted this. I still wanted her. I was salivating, and she groaned when my tongue touched her clit. So pretty. So perfect. And delicious.

Brushing her hands aside, I gently lapped at her clit, savoring the moment, and rubbed my nose across her, wanting to drown in her scent. She threaded her hands through my hair, directing me to exactly where she wanted me. Who was I to say no? Her legs quivered, her fingers digging into my scalp, and I knew she was close. I didn’t want her to come like this. No. Not now that I had her. I wanted her to come with me.

She whimpered when I grabbed her hips and brought her to the top of the bed, laying her on the pillows.

Her wide eyes took me in as I removed my pants as quickly as possible. “What about a condom?” she asked.

I shook my head and laughed. “I want to feel all of you.”

She gave me the smallest smile, and I pushed into her without another thought.

Liquid heaven. My body was on fire with the feeling of her surrounding me. Being inside Thea was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. I hadn’t even moved yet and I knew it wouldn’t be long for me.

Slowly, I bottomed out and watched her chin tip up as she moaned out in pleasure. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. Her crying out in pleasure because of me.

Her hands gripped the headboard as I moved. Damn it. This was hard. She was so perfect. Her body shifted under me, her breasts swaying with the motion, so I bent down, taking one of her nipples in my mouth before lavishing the other one with the same attention.

Had she always been this perfect?

“Jackson, you feel so good.” Her words only served as encouragement to move faster, and I was so close to coming.

“Are you there, Pyro?” I asked, licking her neck, then kissing her. Her skin was warm, and she tasted like cinnamon. This definitely wouldn’t be the last time I did this with her. It couldn’t be.

When her back arched, her body clenched around me, bringing me to my own orgasm.

The liquid was leaking out, which only made me pull out and replace my dick with my fingers. “What are you doing?” She gasped.

“I don’t want you to lose a drop,” I said, my hard-on coming back.

How was that even possible? I’d jerked off a lot as a teenager, and even then, I’d never been able to recover this fast. The way I was with Thea.

Constantly hard and needing to be inside her.

“Jackson.”

Suddenly, things were different. She wasn’t naked and withering underneath me. She was cross-legged on the bed, looking at me with disdain. “What are you doing?”

I lifted the sheets, looking down at my flaccid dick. Where did my giant erection go?

“Jackson!”

Her shrill voice finally woke me, and I shot up in bed, peering around the room. Everything was in place, nothing had moved, except Thea was standing at the end of the bed, her brows crossed and her toe tapping in that stupid fluffy robe again.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, trying to catch my breath as sweat beaded down my forehead.

Thea took in my heaving chest, her lip curling. “Please don’t tell me you sleep naked?”

Staring down, I was thankful the covers were there and thick enough she wouldn’t be able to see the growing erection I had underneath.

“What are you doing in my room?”

She sighed, walking straight for the door without offering me a second glance. “I only came in because you were screaming so loudly I thought you were having a nightmare.”

“Ain’t it the truth,” I drawled out.

She raised a brow. “Oh. What were you dreaming about, Baseball Cap?”

Her voice was taunting me, making my erection even worse. Or better, depending on your outlook.

“You,” I said with a sarcastic edge.

She stopped in her tracks and glanced over her shoulder with a smile. It was one of her fake and slightly obnoxious ones. “Really?”

“Mm-hm.”

She stood there for a moment, taking it all in, and as though she was a wound-up ball, she exploded. “You’re an asshole. You know that? You can make fun of me all you want, but this is the last time you’re going to make fun of my looks.”

My brows furrowed. “Wait, what are you talk—”

She bounded toward the bed, and on instinct, I hugged the covers, climbing up the bed and closer to the headboard. The one she’d been gripping tightly as I came inside her in my dream.

Not the time to be thinking about that, brain.

“I’m sick and tired of you pointing out that you think I’m unattractive because I’m not as slim or as athletic as other people. I get it, you don’t like it. Well, guess what? I don’t care what you think. I’m happy with who I am, and there are plenty of people out there who would love to be with me.”

“I didn’t—”

She raised her hands, then her eyes closed, and I was almost certain she didn’t want me to see the tiny tear trailing down her cheek. My stomach bottomed out. I felt like an asshole even though I hadn’t technically done anything wrong. “Just leave me alone,” she grumbled before turning on her heels and strutting out of the room. A strut that I couldn’t help but watch.

Damn. When did her ass get so … thick. I wanted it. I wanted to bite it and revel in her moan as she said my name. Then I wanted to taste her again … Well, for the first time. I hadn’t actually tasted her before. That was only in my dreams.

I licked my lips, chasing a taste that was never there to begin with.

Dragging a hand down my face, I shook my head, trying to get the memory of her off my mind.

I needed to get out of here.

Checking my phone, I saw no messages from Matty or Britt. They were probably too busy having sex after the thought of me watching got them off. Well, wait a minute, did that happen, or was it just a dream?

I needed to message them either way since they were the only reason I was in this mess.

Jackson: Are you a witch, Britt? I’m starting to think you cast a spell on me after I so nicely offered myself up for a threesome.

Jackson: One I’m still up for, btw.