Page 87 of Unexpected Prejudice

I glanced at him over my shoulder, and our hungry eyes met.

And despite how bewitching the depth of Jess’s green eyes was, they were still nowhere close to his angelic blues. And no matter how good Jess’s dick felt inside me, it wasn’t even near what a single kiss from Shay-Lee made me feel.

Levi

It was fun.

It was sexy.

It was hot.

Until it wasn’t.

The moment Jessie entered Jordan and started fucking him, everything changed.

While setting the rules for the threesome, the penetration question came up, and we both agreed to it. In theory, I thought I was cool with the idea, but in reality?

Not even close.

Now, captured underneath the two, I felt like my world was collapsing around me. No. Watching Jessie fuck another guy truly made the world collapse. Within a few seconds, the walls of comfort and safety, which had taken us years to build, crumbled, and I was crushed under the ruins. I could hardly breathe with how tight my chest felt, and all I wanted was for the ground to open and swallow me whole. Listening to Jessie’s grunts and moans physically pained me, and it took everything I had to fight against the tears welling in my eyes.

I wanted to cry.

I wanted to cry because, despite being tangled with two other humans, I felt alone. So fucking alone, and that scared me. As loneliness continued to seep its way inside me, reaching my every vein and muscle, I couldn’t take it anymore.

“I’m not feeling well,” I mumbled, but it was enough to catch their attention. When Jessie paused, and Jordan removed his hands from me, I moved from underneath him and ran out of the room. I managed to reach the bathroom just in time before my body failed, and I collapsed to my knees. With my hands clenching the toilet seat and my head hovering above it, I poured my guts into the bowl. Tears rolled down my eyes as I continued to let everything out. I simply couldn’t hold it in.

“Fuck, baby,” Jessie said worriedly as he crouched beside me, his hand caressing my back before he covered me with a towel. But his touch, which was supposed to be my comfort, felt like an unbearable weight that burdened my soul and body and forced me to hurl harder until I thought I was going to die.

“I-I’m o-okay.” As soon as the lie broke past my lips, the same awful feeling that twisted my guts returned, and the vomiting continued.

I thought something broke inside of me because there was no other way to explain the pain I was feeling.

“Are you feeling better?” Jessie asked as I stepped into the room and noticed he changed the sheets, which was thoughtful of him.

“Yeah,” I lied.

He straightened up on the bed and gave my pillow a small spank. “Come here.” He offered me his hand, and I took it. The moment my body hit the mattress, it physically relaxed me, yet my thoughts still raced as if they were getting ready for a marathon. Closing my eyes, all I could see was Jessie fucking Jordan and Jordan’s blissful face. It should have been me, not him. I was the one Jessie loved; I was his boyfriend. But it wasn’t just the images that ran through my head, but also their voices. The sound of their pleasure wouldn’t leave me.

“Where’s Jordan?” I asked, hoping he’d gone home.

“Downstairs, on the couch,” Jessie answered, wrapping his arm around my hips. “What made you sick?”

“The vodka.”

“Really?”

“I guess.”

“That sucks.”

Even though he never complained, I knew Jessie wanted to top. He was so assertive in bed and loved taking control, and yet, because I wasn’t ready, he gave up trying. He didn’t have to tonight because Jordan was here to give him what I had denied him for years.

“What matters is that you’re all good now.” He tucked himself closer and buried his face in my neck, kissing me slightly while being the bigger spoon. “Good night, Babydoll. I love you.”

“Good night.”

I couldn’t fall asleep because I tried hushing my sobs. My throat was dry, and my eyes were sore as I fought back the pain that threatened to break free.