I underestimated his appeal. His ability to get his way. His innate talent to nonchalantly seduce his prey. I was susceptible to it. I don’t know what made me think Justin wouldn’t be. Lance is very good at what he does. That shy, nice boy exterior isn’t just a front. That’s how he *actually* is. But there’s another side to him -- a side only a choice few are ever allowed to see. I knew he wanted me. Lance was never shy about expressing his desire for me. I wanted him too. Have you seen him lately? He *is* sex. Of course I wanted him -- wanted him so fucking bad. He’s a clever son of a bitch. I was riding down from the most explosive orgasm of my life when I realized he’d caught me. Laying there -- his face still glistening with my wetness. That cocky smirk and dark dancing eyes. After that I couldn’t help myself. I was addicted, as lame as that sounds. His tongue is torture – sweet and exquisite. His voice is like a slight wind that pushes you off the edge of a cliff. And his hands… God, I’m shivering just remembering. I was disgusted -- with him and myself. I was his best friend’s girlfriend. I was *off limits* So much so, I could have been covered in yellow tape, surrounded by barbwire and a circle of salt. But that didn’t stop him from sneaking in my room while Justin was in the shower. Or from cornering me in the back of the bus when the rest of the guys were standing outside the window. The man has no fear. And I loved it. God forgive me but I *coveted* it. The excitement of knowing we could be caught at any moment. That turned me on almost as much as the sharp bite of his teeth on my breasts. You know what they say about playing with fire. It was getting too risky -- so I told Lance no more. I thought he would put up a fight, throw a few things, show some kind of regret. He was so cool to me. He just smiled and shrugged. I was appalled! That’s it? All I get is a shrug -- thanks for the fuck, see ya around? I ain’t having that shit. So I went after him. I stalked down the halls of the hotel, the carpet cushioning my footsteps. I was livid by the time I reached for the doorknob. My head was pounding, my skin flush with anger. But nothing could have prepared me for what was happening on the other side of that door. The soft moans were lost on me as I opened the door. My peripheral vision faded away and I was slammed with the sight of Justin’s bare back. His pants riding low around his ankles, his knees slightly bent as he tried to steady himself. He was rocking his hips back and forth slowly. Then I saw the hands slid up the backs his thighs to rest just below his ass. Lance’s hands, I was sure of it. Just beyond Justin was a mirror hanging on the wall -- displaying the sweaty, lusty scene before my very eyes. Justin’s face was taut, eyes squeezed shut in concentration. His lips had drawn back to show his teeth. I braced my hand on the door for support. The sight of Lance on his knees, sucking on Justin like a baby would a bottle, was spinning all around me. Justin’s fierce moans were coming more frequently now. His fingers griped Lance’s short spikes as he pushed and pulled his head in quick jerky motions. Justin’s knees started to tremble as Lance increased his speed. I stared at them open-mouthed -- the shock clear enough for a blind man to see. Justin started that short, panting grunt that signaled he was about to come. If possible, Lance’s head bobbed back and forth on Justin’s dick even faster -- his hands kneading the tight flexed muscles in his ass. Justin threw his head back as his orgasm rushed through him -- his shoulders sagging in exhaustion. I needed to get out of there but my feet were glued to the carpet. The sound of Justin howling Lance’s name was screaming through my head -- almost identical to my own cries caused by Lance’s torturous tongue. With his hands still gripping Justin, Lance peered around him and saw me standing there. He wiped the back of his hand across his chin -- Justin’s cum leaving a glistening wet residue. The grin was unmistakable. The sparkle in his eyes insatiable. Justin turned to see what Lance was looking at. His eyes were glazed with post-carnal bliss. A very satisfied grin resting across his lips. He looked me up and down and shrugged before turning back around and dropping to his knees beside Lance. I slowly backed out of the room. Just before I shut the door, I chanced one more glance in the room. Lance placed a hand on the back of Justin’s neck, guiding him down. As Justin sealed his lips around the tip of Lance’s dick, Lance looked up and caught me staring. He shook his head, his laugh low and raspy. He winked at me then returned his attention to Justin’s sinful sucking. back |
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