and imagined the inside of the room. A cheap motel room, nothing special but the two eager and hungry participants going at each other on the bed. Their skin sweaty, their hands greedy and grasping. I could imagine each of them perfectly, down to the curves of their backs. The lustful glimmers in their eyes, the way Dante assuredly went at her pussy like an animal desperate for its meal.
I was as hard as I could get now, no denying that.
There was a time when I would’ve wondered why I thought listening to them go at each other was arousing, but now I knew better than to question myself. Maybe that time in the limo after the dance had opened my eyes—Jaz was mine, but she was also his, and she wore the most gorgeous of expressions while she was getting pile-drived from behind. Jaz was certainly no innocent.
Though I could stand there and listen to them fuck for longer, I stuck the key into the door and pushed inside, walking into the exact same thing I’d imagined: Dante on top, Jaz’s legs spread below him, both of them naked and dripping with sweat. The tip of my cock throbbed when I walked in and saw them tangled in each other, Dante’s length deep within her.
Jaz’s head turned toward me, her lips parted as she breathed hard. Dante paused in his thrusting, glancing at me with a murderous look in his eyes. I knew if I went over there and tore him off her, he’d be furious.
All I did was lift the key in my hands and shrug. It should be the only answer he needed.
I slid the key back into my pocket, slowly stepping toward the bed. Dante didn’t resume his thrusting immediately, waiting to make sure I didn’t interfere, first. When his hips jerked back, the muscles on his bare ass visible, I moved beside the bed and watched him pump back in, filling Jaz up with one erratic push of his hips.
Jaz was a mess. Her black hair splayed everywhere, her hands were on Dante’s back, her nails digging into his flesh, and she seemed to wordlessly beg: more, more, more. Never had I seen such a mesmerizing mess of limbs.
Suddenly, watching them have at it, I felt so very hot, my clothes constricting and suffocating. I then did the only thing I could: I started to take them off, piece by piece, beginning with sliding off my shoes. When I tore off my light jacket and my shirt, my torso was free, and my chest rose and fell with uneven breaths as I watched Dante pick up his speed. He was an animal, definitely. No other word suited him in the moment.
If he was an animal, what did that make me? A beast lurking in the shadows, waiting for his turn? A voyeur? It was impossible not to get off at watching them, not to feel my own body ache every which way when I listened to their muffled cries of pleasure.
A freshly-opened box of condoms sat on the bed, bouncing with every thrust of Dante’s hips, but as I took off the remainder of my clothes, it was the last thing I wanted to reach for. The first thing stood between my legs, pumping full of blood and ready for action.
It was automatic: I brought a hand to my length and started stroking. A strange thing to be instinctual, but something I felt I had to do deep within me. I never imagined myself in a position like this once in my whole life, and yet here I was, almost mindless. Sex, love, obsession; combine the three and you had what Jaz meant to me. To her, I would gladly be a slave.
Dante’s blue eyes spotted what I was doing, and he smirked. He withdrew from Jaz, revealing to me a condom slick from her juices, and he grabbed her hips, spinning her on the bed to her stomach. Hands on her sides, he pulled her up, getting to his knees behind her. His intention, I presumed, was to give me a good show, a better angle to watch them at. Jaz on her hands and knees on the bed, it definitely was a sight to behold. Her tits hung low with gravity’s help, her nipples hardened points that swayed when Dante pushed himself back inside.
From where I stood, I could see Jaz’s body sway with every thrust, could watch Dante’s cock disappear inside her