The sound of ripping foil startles my senses, and I realize Woolf is pulling me backwards as he sits down onto the floor. He kicks his legs outward, causing my own legs to spread, and then Bridger is crawling in between them. His cock is sheathed in a condom and his hands go behind my knees. He raises my legs, spreads me even wider as I lay on top of Woolf’s reclining body, and then Bridger is slamming his way inside of me.

Chapter 17

Woolf

I grit my teeth as I watch the pleasure overtake Bridger’s face when his cock sinks deep into Callie. So fucking hot and yet bittersweet at the same time.

Sweet because Callie is getting exactly what she wants, and bitter because I’m feeling jealous.

For the first time in my life, I want to deny Bridger, but fuck if that ship hasn’t already sailed.

Callie moans and her head falls back onto my shoulder. Bridger spreads her even wider, and then starts fucking her hard. I stare at his face. A face I’ve seen countless times fucking a woman, and it looks no different than any other time.

He doesn’t look like this feels any better, and that gives me a small measure of comfort. I glance down at their union, watching his rubber-coated cock tunnel in and out of her wet pussy, and my own cock aches to be inside of her. If she were a different woman, I would have lubed up and set that gorgeous ass on my dick, but Callie is way too sweet for something like that.

At least for now.

“Woolf?” Callie whispers.

It’s a question.

A need for validation.

That makes me feel even better about what’s going down.

“It’s okay, baby,” I tell her softly, and my hand comes up to circle around her throat with the tips of my fingers and thumb gripping onto her jaw. I turn her head to the side, lean around, and kiss her deeply, holding her tightly as Bridger is rocking her body hard against me. She moans into my mouth, and I know in this moment she’s moaning over my kiss and not Bridger’s dick between her legs.

I kiss her hard and possessively, my own moans mingling with hers. I can feel her body grinding against me from Bridger’s strokes, and rather than him picking up the pace so he can get them both off, I sense him slowing down.

I pull my lips reluctantly away from Callie, and my eyes immediately lock with Bridger’s as he slowly just undulates against the woman in my arms. I know this man so well that I can read the question in his eyes. Even while he’s balls deep inside what I know is the best pussy in the entire world, his focus is on me and my needs right at this moment.

I cannot help the pleading look I give him back, and he immediately knows that while I want Callie to experience this beautiful experience, I’m struggling with my possessiveness over her.

Bridger immediately pulls out of Callie. She doesn’t even notice because my mouth is back on hers again, and I let my fingers replace his cock for a few moments. I thrust two, and then three in and out of her, feeling her wetness coating me. My eyes are closed, because I succumb to the rapture of this woman, and yet I’m not surprised when I feel Bridger’s hand covering my own, urging the movement of my hand. His cock may not be in her anymore, but he knows he’s still very much welcome to play with us.

This man knows me better than I know myself sometimes.

Knows exactly the limits I have with Callie.

Fuck, he knew them even before I ever really had a clue.

I ache to be inside this woman because even though I may have all kinds of proprietary jealousy rolling through me, I still found it utterly erotic to watch Callie fall prey to this type of debauchery. My cock is hard as a rock and begging for release.

Pulling my lips away from her, I look at Bridger and say just one word. “Bed.”

He pulls her up and off me, sweeping her up in his arms, and I come up off the floor and follow them over to the four-poster. He lays Callie in the middle of the mattress, and I’m satisfied that her eyes stay pinned on me.

I crawl up onto the mattress from the end of the bed, right up between her legs. From my periphery, I see Bridger pull the condom off his cock as he watches us, his hand starting a fluid, lazy stroke on himself. The other people in the room… discreet people who embrace the subtleties of this lifestyle… come in closer to watch the action. I don’t take my eyes off Callie, but I’ve done enough of these to know that every man has a hard-on, every woman is soaking wet, and before long, there’s going to be a whole lot of fucking going on in this room.

But only after Callie and I are done.

Nudging her legs apart, I come to rest, kneeling between them. I look down at her, her hooded face only showcasing me those gorgeous, fern-colored eyes sizzling with heat and her lips still puffy from sucking on Bridger’s cock. She is beyond beautiful with a lovely red flush to her neck and her nipples budded hard.

Without disengaging my eyes from Callie’s, I ask Bridger, “Think she’s ready for me?”

Giving a deep chuckle, he steps up to the edge of the bed. He doesn’t need my permission because my question was actually a command to him. Leaning over Callie, he places one hand softly on her stomach and slips a finger into her with his other hand. He slowly moves it in and out, drawing a tiny mewling sound from her. Her eyes are droopy with lust, but she keeps them open and watches as Bridger finger fucks her.

“She’s ready,” Bridger says in a dark, filthy voice.

He removes his finger from her pussy and puts it into his mouth to suck clean. Callie gasps as she watches him, and that tiny sound makes his eyes cut over to her. He gives her an almost evil grin and says, “Gotta make sure your man’s ready too.”

I know what’s coming, because you see… I know this man as well as he knows me. He wants to show Callie that he’s still very much involved at this moment, and he also wants to shock her. He wants to show her that she hasn’t even begun to imagine the way three people can play together.

His hand shoots out and wraps around the base of my dick, causing a tiny hiss of pleasure to slip past my lips. He gives me a few hard pulls, and I watch Callie’s mouth form into a tiny “O” of surprise. She watches in fascination as Bridger leans in toward me and licks the moisture from the tip of my cock.

For the dramatic effect, Bridger closes his eyes… savors my taste. When he opens them back up again, he turns to Callie and says, “Yeah… he’s definitely ready for you.”

I know I’m sure as fuck ready for her so I raise her legs up and split them wider. Bridger gives a few more strokes on my cock with his rough palm and then tugs me forward. My hips lean in, letting him guide me, and as if choreographed, he helps to push me right inside of that hot, sweet pussy.

Callie gives a guttural moan when I sink in deep and while I’m not one to normally talk while fucking, I can’t help it. “Christ, that feels good.”

Bridger releases his hold on me, and I start thrusting slowly in and out of her. Callie stares at me and while the hood hides the subtle nuances of her facial muscles, I can tell deep within her eyes that she’s almost completely lost in this experience. Bridger sees it too because he cuts me a quick smirk as if to say, “She needs just a small push to tip her all the way over so she knows she’s been well and truly fucked by two men.”

I nod at him, because it’s my cock that’s deep inside of her, claiming her as mine.

Bridger leans in again, bracing his hands on either side of Callie’s hips, and presses his lips to her pussy as I tunnel in and out. My pelvis knocks against the side of his head every time, but it doesn’t stop him from putting his tongue against her clit while I fuck her.

Callie lets out a sharp cry of pleasure that seems to go on and on before her eyes cloud thickly over with drug-inducing lust. I’m not sure she’ll even understand what’s happening to her, but I’m now getting lost as well. Driving my cock in and out of Callie while Bridger sucks at her clit and people watch us is getting ready to go down as one of the most erotic things I’ve ever done in my life. It’s not the first time I’ve been in this position, but fuck… with Callie underneath us, it turns this into an experience that will never be rivaled again.