Page 81 of By All Accounts
There was a kind of peace in that, a balance Sophie and I hadn’t ever had with other partners before. The boundaries of our relationship in the past had never excluded something like what we’d started up with Finn, but until him that wasn’t something we were ever interested in. At first, for us, openness had started out of a curious necessity and then it had turned into a cornerstone of our relationship.
Finn, now, also a cornerstone.
“I want you to come inside of her,” I murmured, grabbing my dick around the base so I didn’t come just from the confession alone.
Finn’s eyes were hooded and heavy, but he stared hard into the phone, searching my face for what I imagined was deception. He would find none. I’d taken his warnings to heart about what he needed from a relationship and giving it to him made as much sense as marrying Sophie.
Finn must have found what he was looking for because he pulled Sophie up by her hair and crashed their mouths together. My fiancé’s cheeks were flushed and her lips swollen, and she arranged herself on Finn’s lap while he speared his tongue into her mouth and kissed her senseless. Sophie’s thigh hid my view of what I most wanted to see, but when she sank down onto his bare cock for the first time, there was no mistaking it. Sophie let out the most gorgeous and desperate mewl, pouring it right into Finn’s mouth as she seated herself fully onto his dick.
She still had her underwear on, ivory lace that she’d pulled to the side to make room for him. When I blinked, I pictured them in a dressing room somewhere, white tulle or lace or satin gathered up in Finn’s hands as he thrust into Sophie from behind. He would have pulled her underwear to the side then too, making space for himself to get into her.
“God,” Finn rasped, sinking his teeth into Sophie’s bottom lip and pulling before letting go and throwing his head back. He bracketed his hands around her waist to steady her, and in a fit of kindness, she let him. Sophie’s chest heaved with her own breaths, her nipples hard and pebbled.
“She likes to have her tits played with when she’s on top,” I told him.
Sophie looked over at the phone, at me, for the first time since Finn called. Her hair was a mess, strands stuck to her forehead and her cheeks stained with tears. She looked lust drunk, possessed. She looked like she was in love.
“Show him what you like,” I told her. “Let him feel how hard your pussy clenches down when your nipples get played with.”
Sophie guided Finn’s hand to her breast, his fingers to her nipple. He didn’t need instruction to pinch and twist, to pull. A strangled groan fell out of his mouth, and he released her nipple in favor of kneading her entire breast in his palm.
“She’ll make me come like that,” he said to me before turning his stare to her. He slid his hand back down to her waist and held on. “You’ll make me come. You’ll ruin me.”
“I don’t want to ruin you,” she said gently, bracing her fingers around his wrists and lifting off his lap before sinking back down.
“I think you’re lying.”
Sophie let out a quiet laugh and arched her chest forward, shivering when she took him fully for the second time. Finn surged forward, dragging one hand up to the middle of her back and pressing her body closer to his. He sucked her nipple into his mouth with such ferocity, Sophie quivered in his lap.
I’d barely remembered to touch myself beneath the sheets, absolutely enraptured at the sight on my phone. I wanted them both more than I’d ever wanted anything in my life. I would have them both, I decided. I’d do whatever needed to be done to make sure Finn never left us. With a slow stroke up my own throbbing erection, I cursed, much closer to my own orgasm than I’d thought.
“Soph, ride him.”
Finn mumbled a curse under his breath, and Sophie finally started to move. I jacked myself off in time with her glides up and down Finn’s cock, unsure whether watching her or him was what would get me there. In the end, it was the two of them together that undid me, the worshipful way Finn stared up at Sophie as she threw her head back and took her pleasure from him.
She finished first, coming apart in his arms, and her end to him and me both was like a starter gun at a race. He supported her and fucked up into her, and I changed the pace of my strokes to match the way he took her. Sophie whimpered and whined, her body flopping around like a ragdoll with her breastsbouncing in Finn’s face as he slammed up into her one last time before going still.
He pressed his forehead against her shoulder, his entire body shivering as he pumped cum up into my fiancé’s pussy. My own release spurted over the tops of my knuckles, painting my hand and my stomach as I followed both of them over the edge. I saw stars on the backs of my eyelids, and for a long time, none of us moved, none of us said anything.
I waited again for the jealousy to settle, but nothing came. Me coming on my hand while watching them come together brought me as much pleasure as if I had been there myself, buried in Finn’s ass or Sophie’s mouth, or even if I had still finished in my own hand. There was a weight to the ease of our relationship, and fear was the first feeling to emerge from the post orgasm haze.
This was too good to be true.
This wouldn’t last.
Your relationship with her won’t survive losing him.
A dozen intrusive thoughts fought their way to the front of my brain, and my dick went soft and sticky in my hand.
“Fuck,” Finn finally broke the silence, shifting up and easing Sophie down onto her back.
It changed what I could see as he pulled out of her and reached toward the nightstand to pick up the phone. He brought it back in front of him, the same view I’d had when he called in the first place. Finn studied my face, and I wasn’t entirely shocked to find some of the same fear in his features that I knew were mirrored in my own.
I nodded at him, a silent understanding that we were afraid of the same things, that we both understood what was at risk if we fucked this up. And, in the end, it would be one of us who fucked it up. Sophie could do no wrong in most things, but especially in this. He worried his lower lip with his teeth, gazeflickering away from the phone to Sophie on the bed. Finn let out a rumbling growl, his earlier trepidation erased.
“Can I show him?”
Sophie must have given him her consent because the camera flipped and there was Sophie, sprawled out on the sheets and boneless, her panties still pulled to the side. Finn zoomed the camera in on her swollen pussy lips, the glistening lube and arousal on her thighs, the thick white cum leaking out of her and running down between her ass cheeks.
