time to see Carl’s muscular ass as he slammed his way towards climax. I couldn’t get much of a view, not from there, but I couldn’t stop, daring to step out just a little further. There was a bathroom just the other side of the landing, I could see the basin, I could be heading there, one last late night pee before bed. Innocent. It could be innocent.
Carl’s orgasm paralysed me. It fixed me to the spot and stopped me dead. It was raw, and violent. Muscles taut and brutal as they took what he needed. Rick whimpered and it was the most beautifully erotic sound. He wanted it, a stream of yes, yes, yes as Carl finished up, two deep thrusts, and his thighs were quivering, tight with exertion.
Mine were quivering, too.
I forgot myself. Gawping openly as Carl rolled from Rick’s back, and my eyes must have flown wide as Carl turned over, breath still ragged as he scooted to the side of the bed and dropped his feet to the floor. I tried to step into the shadows of the bathroom, but I was too late and Carl’s eyes burned me alive, hammering into me as though I was the next hot piece of meat for the pounding.
I reached the bathroom doorway as Rick rolled over, too. His eyes sought me out and they were hooded and hazy, his hair dishevelled. He smiled, but I couldn’t smile back, I was nothing but nerves.
“Bathroom,” I stammered. “Needed to go. I’m so sorry.”
I flinched as Carl got to his feet, his thick cock still hard and veined, and so big my pussy clenched, but he didn’t head in my direction. His smile was dirty and victorious, and I felt like a bunny in a snare. “Strange,” he said. “Since you have an en suite.”
Busted.
I wished the ground would swallow me up.
Carl disappeared out of view, and I heard him pissing. The sound was strangely horny. I stared at Rick and he stared back at me, and he was still smiling. “It’s alright,” he said. “You can watch, it’s cool. We don’t mind.”
But I felt like such a sneaky little bitch.
I was trying to think of words, but my palms were sweaty and my fingers were twitchy. I held them together, contemplating my next move. Into the bathroom or back to bed?
A flush of a toilet and the sound of running water, and then there was Carl again, and scary hot didn’t even come close. His chest was a wall of muscle, his abs taut and defined. His thighs were thick and solid, and the V of his hips was deep and perfectly sculpted. And his cock, oh my God, his beautiful cock. Even at half-mast it was still a monster. He stared me out and worked it slowly with his hand, barely even making an effort, and yet it was swelling before my eyes, bigger and bigger, and I couldn’t stop staring.
I’d never take both of them. Never. I struggled to comprehend taking just him.
“Are you joining us?” he said, his voice hypnotically low.
I didn’t have a voice at all, trapped in the headlights.
He smiled and it was a dirty smile. “Rick needs to come. He’d appreciate your help.”
I tore my eyes from Carl, and Rick was still smiling, his posture relaxed.
“So, how about it, pony girl?” Carl asked. “Are you joining us, or not?”
And suddenly I was aware that he was staring at my tits, or more precisely my nipples that were poking through thin satin. He licked his lips, and my poor heart. It jumped and hammered, and my mouth was dry and my pussy was soaking wet. Rick rolled onto his back and took hold of his dick, and there was a glint of metal in the lamplight.
“Well?” Carl prompted. “What’s it to be? I’ll do the honours if you won’t.”
Fuck or flight.
I glanced back along the landing, to the shadows of the guest bedroom.
Fuck or flight. Fuck or flight. Fuck or flight.
Another glint of metal caught my eye as Rick moved, and his cock was big, too. My mind whizzed at the thought of two big cocks pushing into me, stretching me. And deep. Carl demanding I take them all the way.
Carl pulled back the bedcovers and stepped aside, waiting.
Fuck or flight.
I took a breath.
And then I stepped inside.
Victorious.
I couldn’t resist flashing Rick a look that told him so, but he wasn’t looking at me, he was looking right at her. I can’t say I blamed