Page 50 of The Illusion of Power (Passion and Politics #1)

A bead of pre-cum escapes from my tip as Cal pulls away. He lays kisses on my knuckles before dropping my hand. Selene sits up.

“I want more.”

“More?” I ask.

“ More. ”

“Are you unsatisfied?”

Twin frowns appear on her face and Cal’s at my question.

“No, but you are.” She waves a hand between my dick and Cal’s. “I want to fix that.”

Before either of them can protest, she’s on her knees in front of Cal, deft fingers undoing the buckle of his pants.

There’s an air of confidence around her that wasn’t there just moments ago, and I watch as Cal yields to it, letting her tug him down to the ground and push him onto his back before setting his dick free.

I’ve always told him how beautiful his dick is, but I’ve never gotten to see anyone else admire it before.

Selene stares at his length with a reverence and hunger that makes me want to join her as she feasts on him.

I start to move, to take up space on the other side of Cal’s body to do just that, but she glares at me over her shoulder. “Stay right there, Beck.” For a second I think she’s planning to handle us one at a time, but then she smiles. “I want you to fuck me from behind.”

It doesn’t surprise me that she’s a quick study, that after seeing how I reacted to Cal’s directions and experiencing my immediate obedience with the kiss, she feels comfortable saying exactly what she wants.

Just like before, I obey, taking off my jacket and shirt, and bringing my pants and boxers down just far enough to free my dick before lining the swollen tip up with her core.

From my position, I have a view of everything.

The muscles and veins in Selene’s back as she holds the deepest arch I’ve ever fucking seen.

The rise and fall of her head as she moves her mouth up and down the length of Cal’s dick.

I can even see his face, the deep wrinkle in his brow as he surrenders to pleasure.

What I can’t see is Selene’s face when I slide into her.

I can hear her moan clear as day, though. It pierces the cloud of lust that’s blurring my vision, making it so I don’t miss the moment when she pitches her voice low and says, “Yes, just like that, Beck. You’re such a good fucking boy.”

Sparks of electricity race down my spine, and I plunge into her harder on the next stroke. Cal sinks both sets of his fingers into her hair and pulls her mouth back down to his dick.

“You’re right, pet. He’s the best fucking boy.”

“ Jesus, ” I moan at their shared praise, closing my eyes and trying to maintain some semblance of self-control.

It’s an impossible feat. Between the tight grip and slick heat of Selene’s pussy, and her slurping on Cal’s dick while he curses and shudders beneath her, I’m bound to lose it any second.

Fortunately for me, Cal goes over the edge first.

He comes with a string of long curses, while Selene holds steady, taking every drop of what I know from first hand experience is an endless rush of hot, creamy cum down her throat.

“Don’t swallow,” Cal rasps, barely recovered from the onslaught of pleasure. “Let him taste.”

Selene looks back at me, her lips swollen and her cheeks bulging with Cal’s load. The vacant look in her eye tells me she’s too pleasure drunk to figure out how to accommodate the request, and I can’t help but laugh.

“I’ve got you, gorgeous.” Still stroking, I grip her hips, bringing her with me as I recline onto my back.

I tap her leg, “Turn around.” She spins slowly, clenching her walls to keep me inside.

When she’s facing me, I plant my feet flat on the ground so I can keep fucking up into her and grin at the way her breasts bounce from the force of my strokes. “Now, give me that cum.”

The tips of her nails dig into my chest as she leans over me, trickling a slow stream of Cal’s cum mixed with her saliva into my waiting mouth.

Salt and sweat and satisfaction run down my throat, and I gulp it down greedily, swallowing every ounce Selene deigns to share.

When her mouth is empty, and I’ve had my fill of them, her lips close over mine in a filthy kiss that breaks on a shared moan the second Cal joins back in.

He’s fully recovered now, his eyes bright with determination as he straddles my legs, pressing his chest to Selene’s back.

“She tastes like you, Drake,” I pant.

“And she looks so good on top of you,” he says, putting his hands on her hips and taking over the rhythm, pushing her up and pulling her down, essentially fucking me with her pussy.

Selene throws her head back, exposing her neck, and I sit up, unable to resist the urge to sink my teeth into the delicate flesh.

“ Oh, God .”

One of her hands goes to the back of my head, her grip weak and desperate as she holds me in place. The bite turns into a nibble and then a licking kiss. The most primal part of me wants to bite again, to suck on her skin until my mark blooms there.

I use the last thread of my self-control to make the decision not to, and then I’m lost to the sounds of her stuttered breaths, to the cracks of lightning rolling down my spine every time Cal guides her back down my shaft pausing just long enough to allow her to grind her clit into me, coating the lower part of my stomach in her arousal.

“Is his dick good?”

“It’s amazing,” she gasps into my ear. Both of her arms circle my neck, and she clings to me tightly, nipping at my lobe. “Your dick is amazing, Beck.”

“Tell him again.”

Selene’s walls flutter when she processes Cal’s demand, and my balls tighten with the threat of release as she repeats herself, every word punctuated by a bounce he facilitates.

We’re not in charge of our pleasure, Selene and I.

Everything that’s happening now is at his discretion, occurring only because he allows it to.

That feels right somehow since he’s the one who brought us together. The one who believed we could get here.

“You’re getting close, aren’t you, love?” My answer is a jerky nod. Cal drags his teeth along the top of Selene’s shoulder. “Can he come in you, pet?”

The most delicious pressure is building up inside of me, but I don’t give in, refusing to let go until I know where she wants me to do it. Her lips are still level with my ear, sweat from her temple soaking into my skin. “ Fuck, yes. ”

Cal works Selene over me faster, harder , ushering us both to our releases with an urgency that doesn’t feel impatient but is still hurried, desperate.

Like he’ll find pleasure at the peak as well.

Selene breaks seconds before I do, walls pulsing while moisture pours out of her, finding a home in the minuscule spaces between her body and mine, mixing with the evidence of my desire when the last thread of my control is shredded and I flood her with thick ropes of cum.

We collapse into a spent heap on the floor.

Sweaty chest to sweaty chest. Pounding heart to pounding heart.

I run my hands down her back and kiss her temple, loving the feel of her lips curving into her grin at the show of affection.

It’s not long before Cal is touching her too, kneading at her ass and the backs of her thighs.

Selene sighs, and the sound is laced with a contentment I’ve never heard from her before.

All three of us know our stolen moment is winding down, but none of us wants to be the first to acknowledge it. We’re left with no choice when Cal’s phone starts to ring. Unlike me, he’s still mostly dressed, so he’s able to access it easily, pulling it out of the interior pocket of his jacket.

“Back to life, back to reality,” Selene mutters into my chest as Cal puts some distance between us to take the call. She tries to lift up, but I’m not ready to let her go just yet. I lock my fingers at the small of her back to keep her in place.

“One more minute, gorgeous.”

“I like when you call me that.”

“Then I’ll say it more.”

Another smile I can feel but don’t see takes over her face. “Will you tell me something?”

There are any number of topics she could want to broach with me right now, but my answer is still immediate and without condition. “Anything.”

When she tries to sit up this time, I loosen my grip to allow her to, wanting to see her face. She puts one palm over my heart and then the other over the top of that hand, creating a makeshift pillow to rest her chin on.

“How did it start with you and Cal?”

I brush errant strands of hair out of her face as I consider where to start with a story I never thought I’d share with anyone else.

“After I lost my wife and son, I was hurt, broken, and alone. I didn’t trust anyone, didn’t want to know anyone, didn’t want to love anyone. But he didn’t give me a choice.”

“So you two were always romantic?”

“Not immediately. We built a partnership first, and then a friendship. Things didn’t change until we’d known each other for about a year. At that point, it felt like a natural evolution.”

Selene nods. “He does that, doesn’t he? Loves you to the point of inevitability.”

“Yes, he does.”

Once again, she’s taken a complex, layered thing and made it simple, clean-cut.

I’m jealous of her ability to see things so clearly, of the way she seems to have readily accepted that what Cal feels for her is love.

It took me forever to see it, to appreciate it, and I hope her awareness will save him from the heartache I subjected him to.

Heavy footfalls announce Cal’s return to the living room. He stands over our prone forms, his expression pure affection. “Talking about me?”

“Yep, nothing but bad things,” I quip. “Are they on their way back?”

He gives a regretful dip of his chin. “Yes, roughly fifteen minutes out. They wanted an update on Selene’s mood.”

A derisive snort escapes her as she lifts up and stretches. “Did you tell them I’m fan-fucking-tastic?”

Cal helps her to her feet once she’s disentangled herself from me, his eyes on the cum dripping down her leg. “I told them you were sleeping.”

“That works too,” she says, legs wobbling as she walks. “I was planning on going to bed once you two left. I don’t want to be awake when Aubrey gets here.”

Silence pools between us at the mention of her husband’s name. Cal and I share a look as I rise to my feet and begin the work of making myself presentable again. I’m fastening the last button on my shirt when Selene gets fed up with all the things we aren’t saying.

“What did I say wrong?”

She’s standing behind the couch, clutching her clothes to her chest. The picture of anxious vulnerability, even though her facial features remain smooth.

“You didn’t say anything wrong,” Cal tells her. “I think we’re both just wondering what exactly is going on with you and Aubrey.”

“He’s my husband,” she says, simply, her matter of fact tone sending my heart plummeting toward my feet. It stops in the middle of its descent when she pulls in a deep breath and continues. “In name only.”

I tuck my hands into my pockets. “Elaborate, please.”

A lingering, worrying quiet greets my request, lasting for what feels like hours.

Truthfully, a full minute doesn’t even pass before she launches into her explanation, giving us all the details about an agreement that ended her marriage but linked her life to Aubrey in a new way.

Cal and I both curse when we hear about the clause that forbids her from being with anyone else.

“I understand if you don’t want to get involved with someone who can’t offer you anything but complications,” she says, concluding her speech just as she tucks her blouse back into her pants.

Now that we’re dressed and the couch has been restored to its former glory, all the evidence of what we’ve done is gone. To the outside world, it appears that nothing has changed between us, but everything has. That truth ensures that my response to Selene’s statement is all passion and no finesse.

“ Get involved? Gorgeous, you’ve felt what we’re like together. We are fucking involved. We can’t walk this shit back even if we wanted to!”

“And we don’t want to,” Cal tacks on, his voice calm, his hand on my shoulder a demand to reel it the fuck in.

Selene crosses her arms over her chest, and I watch as she squeezes herself tightly, pain lancing my chest at the thought of upsetting her. Even though she’s hurt, she holds her head high.

“I appreciate the sentiment behind that statement. I’m simply trying to make sure you know that you both have a choice here. You have an out if you want it.”

Cal starts to step forward to go to her, but I move first. I’m the one who hurt her, so I’ll be the one to fix it. There’s a wariness to her eyes as she watches me approach, but when I pull her into a tight hug, she melts for me, succumbing to the deep pressure of my embrace.

“We don’t want an out,” I whisper into her hair. “All we want is you.”