Page 51 of Tethered

“You fucked Austin.”

“No, but it was close.”

“How close?” He stalks toward me. This time, I can’t help backing up, stopping only when I collide with the dresser.

“It was my fault. I didn’t think. I was snapping at him about you coming inside me, and it flipped a switch. Before I knew it, we were in the restroom, and he was ordering me to strip.”

“Did he hurt you?” he grits out.

“Oh no. God no. He didn’t even really touch me.”Much.

“What did he do then? Because I can smell him on you.”

“Jesus, I’m having deja vu.”

“Opie,” he growls, pushing against me. His hand slides around to cup my neck.

“He wanted me to strip.”

“And did you?”

I nod, unsure of myself but not willing to lie to this man. “I kept my panties on.”

He pulls back so he can look down at them. His hand slides down my belly and then cups my sex over the material. “They’re soaked.”

I swallow, my throat feeling scratchy and dry. “He picked me up and set me on the counter and asked me to show him.”

“Show him what?”

“Your cum leaking out of me,” I whisper.

He dips his head, his eye boring into mine as if he is digging around in my head for answers. Without warning, he scoops me up, carries me into the bathroom, and sits me on the counter. “Then what? Did you show him?”

“Yes. I hooked my panties aside and showed him my wet pussy. He could see you leaking out of me.”

Air rushes out of Riggs, and for a moment, I don’t know whether to proceed or shut up. But when he strips out of his T-shirt, tosses it aside, and moves on to the top button of his jeans, I realize he’s rock hard. He’s not angry at my story. He’s turned on by it.

“And did he like what he saw?”

I nod. “He wanted to see more, so I slipped my fingers inside myself and showed them to him. They were wet from you and me.”

He licks his lips, shoving his jeans and boxers down his legs. He wraps his hand around his hard cock and strokes it. My mind flashes back to Austin in the restroom.

“Tell me what he did next.”

“He was stroking himself like you are.”

“He liked the idea of me filling you?”

“I don’t know if he liked it. It made him jealous, but it also turned him on. Sound familiar?” I tease, feeling like I’m on safer ground now that I can see he’s not mad.

“I knew you’d never be just mine. I’ve accepted it. The thought of watching you with someone else doesn’t piss me off as it should. It makes me hard as a rock. The thought of being inside your tight pussy while someone else forces their way into your unbreeched ass almost has me losing my mind.”

I moan, every bit as turned on as he is. “He knew your cum was on my fingers and he still sucked them dry.”

He pauses, surprise on his face but not disgust, which is good. I don’t know any of these men well enough to knowtheir limits. I guess if this progresses, we’ll figure out together. Though each is far too hetero to cross swords, there will be times when they’re closer than they ever planned to get with a man. That takes a certain level of trust and confidence.

“Did he taste us from the source?” His voice is thicker now as his arousal rides him hard.