40. Hands Free

Gavin

Well, she did say I could direct her anytime. So I'm here to play that role. The role she cast me in. The role I've been resisting for the past two days. Feels like forever though. Feels like I'll suffocate if I spend another night in the tiny house, in a tiny bed, with my too big lust.

Now, with Briar in my crosshairs, I can finally breathe again. My lungs fill with air as she gazes at me with glittery eyes. I can't look away from the gorgeous woman, all heaving tits and bare skin, dewy from whatever they've been doing without me.

Which ends…now.

I took Briar's advice. I listened to my body. The body knows what it wants. I want her. I just do. So fuck it. Fuck everything else tonight.

Her lips part in a shuddery "yessss" as she bounces on Hollis's dick.

I tip my chin toward the naked trio, even though I only have eyes for her. "Get up, Bouchard. Flip her over," I tell Hollis. Then to Briar, I say, "Put your hands on the arm of the couch." Next, Rhys. "Smack that sweet ass before he fucks her again."

Briar's nipples tighten like hard diamonds on glorious teardrop tits. They bounce beautifully as she scrambles off Hollis, then stands next to the couch for a couple seconds, giving me a full view of her fantastic body. I stalk closer till I'm a few feet away. She's exactly as I pictured.

Strong.

Toned.

She takes care of herself in every goddamn way, and I'm so fucking turned on I can barely handle it.

But what I can handle is this—this sexy, confident, feisty, strong-willed woman obeying my command. As Hollis moves off the couch, Briar returns to the blue cushions, getting down on her hands and knees, her throat stretching as she looks up at me, curling her hands around the arm of the couch at the end. "This what you want?"

"Yes," I bite out.

She lifts her chin in an offering. "Are you going to touch me?"

It's a taunt. A challenge.

I come over to her, willing myself not to kiss her till I lose all control. "No. I'm going to take you up on your offer from this morning," I say, then turn my attention briefly to Rhys, who looks a little stunned standing there behind the couch. "Well, get to it. I believe the lady wants you to spank her. Don't you, Briar?"

"I do."

"I thought so," I say, then turn around, even though it pains me not to look at her. But if I'm too close I'll have my hands all the fuck over her. And that'll kill my resolve.

Watching is all I'll allow.

I park myself in the chair a few feet away as Rhys's palm comes down on her ass. A sharp sting rends the air, chased by her yelp. "Ohhh!"

"Now, soothe it," I tell him.

Seeming a little stunned, he rubs his palm against her flesh. "That better, love?" he asks her.

She nods. "Yes."

"Do it again," I grit out.

Rhys lifts his hand a second time, swats the other cheek. Another needy cry escapes her pretty lips.

My dick throbs at the sound. Just fucking throbs, demanding attention.

I fight off the lust twisting in my body as I turn to Hollis. "Now fuck her hard."

But he looks to her first. "You want that, baby?" Hollis asks the woman of the hour—no, the whole damn week—as he kneels behind her, tenderly rubbing her ass.

Something like trust flashes in her eyes, in her entire expression, when he asks her that. It floors me for a second to witness it. She turns away from me, looking back at him to answer in a matching tone, "I think I do."

"Good. We want you to have everything." He dips his face to the top of her spine, presses a soft kiss there that makes her shudder, then the fucker looks at me smugly with so much satisfaction. "You're missing out, Worthy. She tastes fucking incredible. Everywhere."

I hiss in annoyance and jealousy, then look to Rhys. "Then kiss her while he fucks her."

Rhys doesn't miss a beat. He comes over to the end of the couch, grabs Briar's chin, and covers her mouth fiercely as Hollis lines up, then shoves in. Hollis finds a rhythm quickly. His hands curl around her hips, keeping her in place as he rocks into her. Rhys devours her lips and fondles her tits.

Her whole body shakes as they pleasure her.

I'm shaking under my skin. With red-hot desire.

My cock is made of stone as I watch the sexiest show I've ever seen.

Briar, losing her mind.

Briar, being fucked within an inch of her life.

Briar, moaning, panting, and crying.

Briar's tits swaying as Rhys kneads them. Her ass writhing as Hollis pounds into her.

Then Rhys breaks the kiss and whispers something in her ear. She smiles, filthy and beautiful, nodding.

Absently, I palm the ridge of my cock, aching in my jeans. Rhys moves alongside her, gathers her hair in his fist, then tugs hard. She's staring right at me. "You like watching?" she asks, that challenging tone again.

I grit my teeth. Swallow roughly. But nod my obvious assent as I rub my palm over my hard-on.

She nibbles on the corner of her lips. Rhys tugs her hair harder, squeezes her tit.

Her lips part in an O. Her shoulders shake. Then, with her eyes on me, she says, or maybe begs, "Take it out."

I burn.

I am a forest, and I go up in a wildfire. With the flames go my resistance. I unzip my jeans, push down my boxer briefs, and free my cock.

Her eyes glitter with excitement. They shine as I wrap a hand around my shaft. "You wanted me to watch you," I say as I shuttle my fist fast.

"Yes," she gasps.

"Fucking yes," Hollis grunts.

"Play with her clit," Rhys tells him.

"Already fucking there," Hollis answers, roping his arm around her waist, sliding his hand between her thighs and out of view.

But not out of my imagination.

I bet her pussy is beautiful. Pink, pretty, and ludicrously wet right now since I've never seen anyone look more aroused than Briar as she stares at me stroking my cock.

"But you really wanted to watch me," I grit out.

She doesn't even answer. Her shoulders shake, and her eyes squeeze shut as she unleashes the hottest moan I've ever heard in my life.