I’d been surprised to find Chase hard. I can tell myself I expected the booze to affect him, that he’d be suffering from whiskey dick, leaving him limp as a noodle. Of course, then I can excuse what happened by saying that I was drunk, too.
But I wasn’t drunk. Neither was Chase. We were buzzed, sure, but when I kissed him… when he lifted my shirt over my head, his hands going right for my boobs… when I shoved him back on the couch and unzipped his jeans, tugging his erection out, knowing that I would die if I didn’t shuck my own jeans and slip him inside of me, I was fully aware what I was doing.
I wanted to do it.
I wanted Chase.
I want him now.
True, fucking Chase with Darryl as an audience isn’t ideal. But it’s not like I’m being forced to do something I wouldn’t—or haven’t.
“See? I knew she’d be into it once she got your hands on you.”
Shut up, Darryl. Just shut the fuck up.
He doesn’t.
“Bring her over to the bed. A man takes his woman, boy. Get her beneath you and show her who owns her now.”
Chase freezes. It’s all happening so fast, and if he gets on top of me, it’ll be easy for him to convince himself that I didn’t want this. That he forced me.
There’s no time to explain to Chase that, dubious as it is as we’re under duress, I’m giving him my consent.
The closest thing I can do is offer, “I’ll ride him.”
If only.
Darryl shakes his head. “That’s not how it’s done in East Jersey. If he wants to submit to a pussy when the two of you are in your own room, fine. But if I’m here to witness this union, he’s gotta show me he can handle you. Not the other way around.”
And I get it. I finally get it.
It’s not that we’re his very own sex video brought to life. With the death of television and the internet, there wasn’t any porn left unless you were a freak with a hard drive full of the stuff.
It’s control. He’s getting off on forcing Chase to fuck me. He doesn’t have any idea we have history, that Chase was my twin’s true love, and that Ihavefucked him before. To the cruel ruler of this settlement, I’m a woman under his control, Chase is the stranger who brought an antidote to his people, and now I’m his reward. Whether I’m attracted to him or not… it doesn’t matter. If Coney had won me, he’d already have me flat on my back, working his dick inside of me—or worse.
What if Darryl doesn’t just want to watch? What if he wants a turn? What if Chase hesitates and the bastard decides to go show him how it’s done?
I press my mouth to his ear. “Please, Chase. Just do it. It’s okay.”
Chase gulps. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he mutters under his breath.
“You won’t. You can’t.”
I believe that with everything I am.
To prove my point, I lead him to the bed. It takes a second to figure out how to get me on the bed under him without snagging the handcuffs, but once I do, I sprawl out on the bed and hold my breath.
Chase adjusts his position. He gets into the bed next, but instead of climbing on top of me, he shimmies down until theupper half of his body is wedged between my open legs. He throws my boot-covered feet over his shoulders, placing his face inches away from my pussy as he slides my bikini bottom to the side, baring me to him.
I lift up on my elbows. “What?”
“I will always make sure my wife is pleasured and relaxed. When she’s ready for me to fuck her, then I’ll fuck her.”
It’s another gamble. Will Darryl think that Chase is submitting to pussy by going down on me or will that add to his perverse level of excitement?
For a moment, Darryl thinks about it. But Chase… he doesn’t ask for permission. He just dips his head, burying his face in my pussy, licking me so intently, I actually do forget about Darryl for a moment.
Chase is no selfish lover. He meant what he said, and he works hard to get me to focus on him and his tongue instead of the creep watching us, giving him commentary.