I sucked in a breath, then quickly clamped my hand over my mouth. The view of them touching, licking, sucking…
Oh, God.
Krew was on the bed, spread out, all gloriously naked. Every bit of his tatted flesh exposed. Jesus, he was big—so was his cock. Erect and hard. I swallowed hard, imagining what it would be like to take that badboy down my throat or… Elsewhere. Suddenly, my mouth watered for a taste.
My eyes shifted to Decker, who was sitting on Krew’s chest—he was equally beautiful. and bare assed, while they were… What was Decker… Looking at me.
Was I loud? The door didn’t make a sound. Yet, his eyes were trained on the door I opened. He then moved off of Krew and repositioned himself next to Krew’s head. I sucked in a breath. His cock was equally impressive.
“Shhh,” Decker hushed, his attention was back on Krew.
My heart went into a full gallop when Krew turned his head and took Decker’s dick down his throat.
I couldn’t breathe—too caught up on seeing Krew’s mouth full of Decker’s length, and Decker’s hand wrapped around Krew’s monster cock, stroking it.
Desire exploded like an atomic bomb in my core, and I was engulfed with fiery lust and need that I wanted to rush inside and join them. Instead, I stayed rooted in the hallway, slid my hand into my pants and rubbed my pulsating clit. I leaned against the doorframe for stability, peeking through the three-inch gap like it was my personal voyeuristic window—just watching them get each other off.
My pussy throbbed. I was so wet, but I needed more. I slipped two fingers easily inside me and tried to fuck myself. A groan slid past my lips, and I quickly clenched my teeth tight and rode the building frenzy.
“Don’t come until I tell you to,” Decker commanded. Who was he talking to? I could’ve sworn he was talking to me—demanding me to listen. Whether he spoke to Krew or me, I was not to come.
I listened, and I kept touching myself until I was near the breaking point. Yet, his verbal crooning nearly undid me.
I closed my eyes, and worked my fingers faster, pinching my swollen clit, before sliding them back inside me. I didn’t care if I looked like some deprived slut, getting off to two guys.
“Do you see me?” Decker’s words slammed into me, my eyes snapped open and our gazes met. I couldn’t turn away. I was so caught up on what he was doing to Krew that I almost missed his next word. “Come.”
Decker’s final command sank in. I threw back my head, my eyes shut tight, and I came so hard that I saw stars behind my eyelids. Ecstasy turned me into a cloud—light and airy. I was floating—literally floating on my bliss.
I couldn’t believe I had just climaxed while watching Krew and Decker give each other blowjobs. They were so damn hot, that thinking of the two of them again, I was ready to come a second time.
Jesus, I need help. Maybe my mother was right and I am wicked.
These men—who I’d never had sex with gave me the best damn orgasm of my life. What would happen if I let them touch me, fill me up—front to back—like I’ve seen in one of those pornos. Let them love on me like I wished for many times in those dark moments of loneliness and self-deprecating sorrow.
Gah! Get a grip. That will never happen. These men aren’t yours anymore.
I got a hold of myself, straightened away from the doorway and quietly closed the door. I rushed back into my room and hoped neither Decker nor Krew heard me.
Even though my clit was still pulsing from the orgasm I’d given myself, my heart was pounding out of my chest from a different adrenalin high. I leaned against the door; a sigh escaped my lips in relief at not getting caught.
Too tired to think, I climbed back into bed, closed my eyes and let exhaustion drag me back to sleep.
Chapter Seventeen
Decker
I kept to myself for the next two days, leaving Krew alone, giving the space to think without me intruding. I even went as far as sleeping in the truck, for those few hours I did sleep, but it was too damn cold, so I ended up in that tiny room upstairs, sleeping on the twin bed.
When our paths had crossed, especially in the kitchen, I didn’t bring up the subject of his jail time.
Still, my mind kept replaying the moment I asked about his scar—his rejection, the silence that followed—on an endless loop.
What tore me apart the most was that Krew wouldn’t tell me what had happened to him while he was in jail. His lack of trust in me felt like a knife to the gut. Was he afraid that I would judge him?
Each tick of the old-fashion alarm clock on the nightstand in his room was like proverbial blade, slicing deeper and deeper until I couldn’t take the pain. I could only hope he understood why I couldn’t stay, couldn’t lie beside him any longer. Not with that silence draped over every passing second like a heavy shroud.
So, I’d left.
