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After eating and taking a longer than necessary shower, we waited for his friend to arrive.

Jaxon looked at me for the hundredth time, "Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine."

"You haven't said much since I came back."

"There isn't anything to say really."

"You talk quite a bit any other time."

I sighed loudly in annoyance, "This isn't "any other time", and I said I'm fine."

I wasn't trying to be a bitch, it was just coming naturally. In reality, this was my fault because I could've just said no.

He began fidgeting with his hands, exhibiting nervous habits I'd never seen from him before, "Kyser we don't have to do this. It won't change anything between us."

Except that's what I wanted. I wanted it to change everything between us.

I wanted to come to terms with the fact that he wasn't mine.

Leaning towards him, I softly pressed my lips to his, my hand coming to cup his cheek, "I'm fine."

The moment was interrupted as a light knock on the door sounded throughout the room.

"I'll get it." He said standing up.

I heard them greet each other, the dryness in both of their tones making me wonder what type of friends they were.

Blowing out a breath, I stood up and prepared for them to walk in together, my eyebrows furrowing when I say that the woman was white.

Why am I not surprised?

He had sex with a white woman before me, his family was white, it made sense for him to have white friends.

I would've felt a way about her wanting to watch us if she hadn't also done it with Ava.

"Rachel, this is Kyser, Kyser, Rachel."

She didn't smile at me, nor did she speak, taking the time to observe me, while I did the same to her.

Rachel could be described as beautiful, gorgeous even. She looked young, yet knowledgeable. Something about her drew you in, made you want to know who she was, or what she did.

I wished Ava hadn't told me that she was into Jaxon, because now I felt I had to be better than her.

It wasn't a competition, but it was a competition.

I hadn't realized we still hadn't spoken until Jaxon cleared his throat.

"It's nice to meet you Kyser." Rachel lied in a silky smooth voice.

"Of course."

The tiniest twitch of Jaxon's mouth told me that he wanted to smile at my choice of words.

With introductions over, I now wondered how we'd proceed into starting it. Would we talk first? Watch a movie? Sing Kumbaya?

I got my answer when Rachel began taking off her clothes.

Damn okay.

She then stood in a lingerie set that would've made any man fall over themselves to be with her, except he wasn't looking at her, his eyes stayed on me the entire time.

He walked closer, softly running his fingertips down the length of my arms. Words were spoken into my skin but I couldn't discern what they were, which was likely his intention.

I allowed his hands to remove my clothes, leaving me completely naked. I'd decided that sometimes the best lingerie, is no lingerie.

My decision was met with an eager mouth, and wandering fingers.

As we made it to the bed, his thumb rubbed along my wet slit, "Rachel." He called, never halting his movements.

His voice had changed, it was deeper, more authoritative now.

She came over, looking at him expectantly.

"Taste her."

I watched as his fingers left me and went to her mouth, her tongue swirling around them as he'd asked.

My chest heaved as I watched the display, not knowing exactly what about it made me so aroused.

When she was done, he slowly removed them looking down at me again, "Kyser," He breathed, "She wants to eat your pussy."

I blinked once. Twice. Three times, thinking I'd heard him wrong.

"Only if you want to." He stated, "You can say no." As he was speaking, a now naked Rachel had fallen to her knees in front of me.

"Okay." I replied while looking at the ceiling.

Her mouth seemingly was on me before I got the last syllable out.

Despite the sounds coming from me, I heard the distinct sound of a condom wrapper being opened and assumed he was about to fuck her on the floor.

A faint gasp then elongated moan showed I was correct in that assumption.

The vibrations of her moaning against my flesh made me arch my back slightly, seeking the pleasure I knew was waiting for me.

"Make her cum." Jaxon told Rachel, "Make her nut on your tongue."

His words would be the reason I came.

"God." I moaned loudly, trying to refrain from grabbing the back of her head.

"Look at me, Kyser." He spoke, continuing to fuck her.

My head came up, following his instructions. His bottom lip pulled slightly between his teeth, "Cum." He commanded.

I fell back against the bed, nearly screaming as my orgasm washed over me. Rachel continued to move her tongue ferociously against my clit, only stopping when her own orgasm came.

Jaxon's movements slowed before coming to a complete stop when he pulled out of her.

He was now in Rachel's old spot, looking down at me, "Perfect." He marveled while caressing my thighs.

The condom was discarded as he pushed himself into me, a low groan releasing when he was in completely.

"This pussy." He murmured, "I love this fucking pussy."

I was faintly aware of her coming back over, her hand going towards where he and I were joined.

"Stop." Jaxon snapped, making her jerk her hand back, "I don't need that shit."

The possessiveness pushed me closer to where I wanted to be.

"I need help making you cum, Kyser?" He asked.

I couldn't think straight enough to form the words to respond, so I didn't.

A finger pinched my nipple, and I cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain.

"I asked you a question."

"No, Master."

The word came out on it's own, a result of the way his voice had changed, the way he was now fucking me.

His arms gripped me to him tightly then, our bodies moving as one, racing towards the cliff that was our orgasms.

"Master," I moaned, hoping to bring him to where I was so that we could finish together, "I'm almost-"

"Fuck." He spoke against my blazing skin, "So fucking sexy, so fuckin' wet. Cum with me, baby."

Had my eyes not been closed, I would've seen the look Rachel gave him at the term of endearment.

My legs wound themselves around his waist as I toppled over the edge, the constricting of my inner muscles pulling him with me.

Our breathing was rapid, our heartbeats in tune.

He was balancing his weight on his forearms so he wasn't actually resting on me, just his head lying on my chest.

My hand stroked the back of his head as I had done a number of times before.

Jaxon lifted to look at me, "Are you okay?"

A radiant smile came onto my face, "I'm perfect."

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