The Other Man (The Other Man Series Book 1) (6 page)

I wasn’t sure how to feel when he smoothed his hand from my shoulder, along my arm and moved my hand with his, around Carlie’s hip and circled her clit with my fingers but my pulse skyrocketed.

“Blake, Zach, Blake…” She moaned incoherently.

Her legs shook, her hands gripped the cushion in an iron grip and she threw her head back, screaming my name into the room as her pussy clamped down and she came harder than I’d ever seen. Falling forward onto the sofa, I missed her heat instantly as my shaft slipped free. Before I could get my bearings, Zach moved to his knees, took my cock in his mouth and sucked deep.

I wanted to protest. I wanted to refuse.

But his mouth was like a suction furnace and I growled, driving my fingers into the short strands of his hair and pulling him deeper. His eyes were on mine, mine were on his and I couldn’t look away. The stubble on his cheeks against my thighs, driving me insane every time he sucked me into his mouth.

Never, not
ever
, had it ever felt so good.

His fingers grabbed my ass and pushed my hips forward, taking my cock fully into his throat.

“Fuck! I’m going to come,” I warned.

His grin was wicked, he wanted it. He massaged my balls in his palm, tugging lightly and tipping me over the edge. I held his head in a firm grasp and thrust my throbbing shaft deep, watching as his throat worked to swallow my cum.

Sitting back on his heels; he licked his lips, winked, and moved to Carlie.

My brain whirled. What the fuck did I do?

And more importantly…

Why did it feel like the best thing that ever happened to me?

Minutes after ‘the incident’ a few days before, Zach had stood, shrugged on his clothes and kissed Carlie on the forehead as he left our house. No one had spoken a single word. The house had been silent, only the sounds of breathing filled the room. I was lost in my head but I still didn’t know what everyone else’s thoughts were because I couldn’t bring myself to ask.

I’d had the most incredible sex of my life with Carlie, but then let a
man
blow me until I came in his mouth. Had Carlie watched? Did she like it? Again, I hadn’t asked and she hadn’t mentioned it.

She seemed, I don’t know, normal. Or normal by her standards anyway. Outwardly, to her, it was like nothing had ever happened. For me, on the other hand, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. The whole night was playing on repeat in my mind and in my dreams. I woke up in a cold sweat with my cock hard as steel and seconds away from coming.

But I wasn’t dreaming of Carlie.

I was dreaming of Zach on his knees, Zach in my bed, and Zach’s hands on my body.

And I was rapidly driving myself to the point of insanity with it.

I didn’t want to be dreaming of
any
man, let alone him.

I forced myself to work and to concentrate, praying that my wayward thoughts were just a phase. A leftover consequence of delving deeper into the world of sexual exploration. I needed the phase to pass, and quickly. I needed it gone from my mind. I had a new job to learn, a marriage to save and a life to repair. I couldn’t do that with thoughts of someone else filling my brain.

I arrived home after a long, stressful day at the station. It was always dull when the team was out all day and since my job had changed and I had to stay in the office, it was worse. In a strange way though, that was when I felt most at home. When I was there on my own and I could just...be.

Home was a different matter. I was still walking on eggshells, waiting for Carlie to come up with another crazy scheme or idea that was going to make my head explode. She was able to be, capable of being, and used to be, a lively, sweet and
rational
person.

I just needed to bring that Carlie back.

So when I walked into the lounge to find her sitting there, wearing nothing but one of my shirts, buttons undone. Her heels up on the sofa, knees bent, legs slightly parted and her pink, plump pussy on display, I froze.

“You’re on time,” she noted, needlessly. She was running a tiny pink bullet vibrator lightly against her folds. “I want to play again.”

I dropped my bag, undid my belt and kicked my trousers off. My shirt followed, then my socks and my boxers. I stood before her, completely naked and watched her face as her eyes moved over my body. The draft from the open window sent goose bumps crawling along my skin and I shivered but my cock jumped. I wanted inside her pussy something fierce.

The need was unbearable.

But wrong.

I wanted to be inside her because I needed to prove to myself that I
could
do it. Not because I actually wanted to make love to my wife. The thought ratcheted my pulse sky high. This was a necessary thing I had to do.

Imperative.

And all that shot to shit when she next spoke.

“I text Zach. He’s free. He wants in. He’ll be here in about thirty seconds and tonight
I’m
the one in charge.”

My heart thumped.

How could she do that to me?

“You can’t just…”

“I can. It’s done. You turn him away and I’ll walk myself upstairs, pack a bag and go stay somewhere else until you get your head out of your ass. I want this. He wants this. And
you
want this. You just won’t admit it as easily as we will. I want him in my pussy and I want you in my ass. We’ve done it before with my toys, it feels good. I’m going to pass out from pleasure when I’m so full of cock that I can feel you
both
in my throat,” I stopped breathing. “I love the feel of you, Blake. Call me greedy but I want the feel of him too. I want to watch his face as
your
balls slap against his when you’re both pounding into me. I want to feel him thrust in as you pull out and I want to feel you both come so deep inside me, that I’m walking around with you both dripping out of me for days.”

My lungs wouldn’t work.

Instead of thinking about all the things
she
wanted, I thought about what I wanted and realised that there was no denying it. Her words had sent shockwaves rippling through my cock and when the doorbell rang, I admitted to myself that I wanted it to.
Exactly
as she had described it.

I craved every detail.

Including the ones she hadn’t verbalised.

I wanted to feel her ass tighten around my cock. I wanted to hear her screams of pleasure as she had two guys hammering in and out of her holes. I wanted to watch as she bounced on Zach’s cock and in turn, bounced on mine. I wanted it all. Including him. I wanted to watch as he filled her, as his balls slapped against mine, as he emptied himself her pussy.

I wanted to watch
him
.

So I opened the door. Naked. Hard. Ready.

His eyes dropped to my cock but he showed no reaction. He pushed his way inside, squeezing the head of my cock lightly on the way past and making me whimper. Carlie heard it. Her eyes flared. She liked it. In fact, she
loved
it when he touched me. I wouldn’t admit that I did too but I could play that part. I could give her that fantasy, and I would.

Zach’s trousers hit the floor as he moved further into the room, his ass flexing with each step. Before he could remove his shirt, Carlie said, “Stop!”

And he stopped.

“Leave the shirt, I want you to stand there and I want to watch you touch yourself.”

His hand grabbed his cock in a firm gripped and he stroked. He grew, he stretched and he thickened as she watched. I watched too because I had no choice, my eyes were fixated. My own manhood throbbed and I reached down, squeezing at the root and pressing in roughly. I needed it to slow down. I needed time.

“Carlie…” I growled in warning.

She could not sit like that, spit those words and leave her pussy on display the second I get home and then make me wait to be inside her. It was an impossible task if she was thinking that I had the patience to see this through if we were playing games. I just wanted to fuck her, I wanted him to fuck her. I wanted it hard, rough, and uncontrollable. And I wanted
instantly.

Her lips twitched.

“Is my poor baby getting desperate?” She crooned.

“I don’t want to talk and I don’t want to wait. I just want to fuck. Sit his ass down, straddle his hips and take him inside. I want to see him take you. I want to watch your tits bounce in his face and his mouth suck your nipples deep before I force my cock inside your ass and prove who you really belong to.”

Zach choked on a breath and Carlie sunk two fingers inside her cunt at my words. She moaned.

“Do it, Zach. She wanted to be in charge but she fucked that chance because she waited. This isn’t a fucking tète a tète, you’re here to fuck and we’re going to do it. So sit your ass down, spread your legs and let her ride you,” I demanded, my voice cutting through the rivers of lust flowing through the room.

He sat his ass down, she scrambled on top, facing him and impaled herself on his cock. Her head flew back and her eyes hit mine over her shoulder.

“God Zach,” she groaned. “You’re so fucking big. Filling me, stretching me.”

Even when she was getting what she wanted, she had to play games. Her attempts at making me jealous didn’t work. They didn’t make feel jealous, they made me feel the force of wrath sear through me.

She was acting like a bitch. Bouncing on his cock, his fingers digging into her hips as she rode him. But she was waiting for
me
to react to her fucking another man. It wasn’t going to happen. Watching her ass bounce, her tits jiggle and
his
face while she did it. My dick felt like an iron fist and she was going to regret trying playing games with my head.

I met Zach’s eyes, his desire burning in their depths. He leaned forward, sucking one of Carlie’s nipples deep into his mouth. She gasped and he grinned as he bit down, tugging her sensitive skin with his teeth. He listened. He knew when I’d give in and join them because he’d
listened
. Carlie hadn’t.

I know she hadn’t because she wasn’t prepared when I spat in my hand, stroked my cock, wetting it, and slid in between Zach’s open thighs. Carlie’s fingers were on his shoulders and she had her eyes closed in the throes of ecstasy. Zach stopped moving his hips, her eyes flew open and she frowned down at him, not paying attention to me.

So when I thrust forward, spearing her ass open with my cock. She screamed, tears pricked her eyes and her noises fell to a whimper. I didn’t stop, she wanted it, she begged for it and she’d take it all.

Carlie cried, “¡Joder! Duele tan bien!”
Fuck! It hurts so good!

“Montarlo, bebé,” Zach replied, making my heart stop beating. “Sienta que. Coño puta codicioso. Eres tan llena de polla. Coño y culo. Teniendo todo. Mendigar para él. ¿Te gusta ser una puta sucia, Carlie? Eres jodidamente empapados. Apretando mi polla. Puedo sentir a tu esposo en el culo. Sentir sus bolas acariciando a mina. ¿Que quieres, no te Carlie? Quiere sentirlo también.”

Ride it, baby. Feel it. Greedy fucking cunt. You're so full of cock. Pussy and ass. Taking it all. Begging for it. Do you like being a dirty whore, Carlie? You're fucking drenched. Squeezing my cock. I can feel your husband moving in your ass. Feel his balls stroking mine. You want that, don't you Carlie? You want me to feel him too.

Oh fuck!

It was
his
voice, in that language. No idea whatsoever what he said but the dark rasp of his voice made it sound deliciously filthy.

I couldn’t deal with it.

It took a second, two, and Carlie’s head fell forward onto Zach’s shoulder. Biting down, she tried to muffle her moans but the pressure was too much, she felt too full. Her hips moved, shifting backwards and forwards. Full of him, then full of me. She couldn’t get enough.

Zach’s gaze didn’t move from my face but I felt it
everywhere
.

The way I felt, it was as if he could have been sticking his dick into anything and any
one
but he still would have been right there, with me, doing it
for
me. His look scorched me, claimed me and branded me, but I didn’t understand it. I wasn’t ready to mentally dissect it either.

We moved in sync. He thrust, then I thrust. He moved, then I moved.

Carlie screamed in pleasure with every single inch. Every touch, every noise, every breath, she was feeling it.

Pleasure overload.

We caused that. Me and Zach. We gave that to her. I gave that to him and he gave it to me.

I sunk my teeth into the skin between Carlie’s neck and shoulder, sucking hard enough to mark her. To give her something tender, an ache, that she would walk around with for days or weeks afterwards and be brought right back to that moment.

That moment, being when my control snapped and I put my hands above Zach’s on her hips and yanked her ass back at the same time as I punched my hips forward. Every inch of my swollen cock was buried in her tight little asshole, she was squeezing and clenching around me. I felt the first ripple of her orgasm build in her ass and as she finally let go and dived into the depths of desire, I pulled out.

The effect was instant.

She cried out, slamming her hips down onto Zach’s dick and arching her back. She went boneless in his grasp, shaking, quivering and completely incoherent as fluid flowed from her pussy, coating Zach’s skin and making his eyes roll back.

I moved.

“Suck me. Do it fast. Put your mouth on my cock and drain me,” I growled, eyes on Zach.

He leaned forward, moving Carlie to one side and he sucked me into his mouth. It was wet, hot and I felt my cum building. Carlie watched. Her eyes still glassy and her chest still heaving for breath, she edged forward too. Flicking her gaze to Zach’s mouth on my cock, then to my eyes and back again.