Chapter 6

Paul cupped the back of her head, his fingers sinking in her perfectly styled, dark hair. He held her lightly, though he itched to tighten his grip and force her down until she moaned with protest. She didn’t resist the pressure on the back of her skull, responding instantly to the weight of his hand. He gradually guided her into a faster rhythm, watching as Martin’s motions mirrored his wife’s. He never went faster or slower than Lilah’s mouth. His cock glistened in the overhead light, his fingers smearing pre-come and sweat with each stroke.

The muscles flexed in Martin’s stomach, tight and succulent. They had been friends for a long time, but Paul thought he looked better now than he had in their youth, his body harder, more defined. That was Lilah’s influence, he knew, and yet another thing to be grateful to her for. He didn’t get to see Martin like this nearly often enough, but considering he hadn’t gotten much at all before Lilah entered the scene, he would take what he could.