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She steps onto the bench and climbs carefully onto the top of the baby grand, settling above the keyboard. The lacquered surface gleams beneath her thighs, the light above reflecting off her skin. Slowly, she spreads her legs, planting one heel at the far bass end of the keys and the other near the treble. A few notes press down under the weight of her feet, loud and discordant in the quiet room.

She leans back, her beautiful, glistening, pink pussy is on full display and my cock weeps. I want to devour her, my dick screams to fuck them both, claim them. I want to own her, ownthem. I want them spent in my bed, begging for me to stop, covered in my cum.

Neomi tilts her head, blonde waves falling over her shoulder, her hand sliding down her body toward her center.

“Play something for me, Gabriel.”

Neomi is spread wideon the piano, tempting the man across the room from us and she’s never been more beautiful. Her pussy on full display under the light, eyes wild, and she’s waiting.

My mind and my body are at war. There’s a pull that Gabriel has on both of us. In one evening, one with so few words, he ignited a fire under my skin. He’s not only one of the sexiest men I’ve laid eyes on, but he’s also confident and understands the trust and give and take that a night like this demands.

Then there’s the quiet voice in the back of my mind that still says not to trust, that I need to be wary of anyone from the outside. But I’m sick of living life at the mercy of the ghosts of my past. I’ve punished myself long enough with the loneliness of meaningless connections. Neomi was the first step, sweeping into my life like the oxygen I’ve been desperate for. And now, in one intense evening, Gabriel’s presence has conjured images in my mind of a life I’ve never imagined. It would be unconventional, but I’ve never been one to conform to other’s rules.

I stuff down the images, reminding myself that this is one night with him. This is for Neomi, and for us to enjoy together.So, walk to a side chair and grab the back. I slide it across the floor to face the piano. Feet away, I sit and motion to the instrument.

“Yes, play something for my Bella, Gabriel. I would love to watch.”

It’s a dare and permission all at once. I don’t look behind me, I just listen as his footsteps approach. When he stops by the bench, he speaks.

“Look at you.”

A single finger starts at her ankle near the keys and sweeps up her leg. Stopping at the top of her thigh, he squeezes gently and she shivers.

“You’re like a siren. A temptation, calling me to you, your beautiful cunt like a beacon guiding me to my own ruin.”

Neomi’s lips part as she starts to circle her clit. Gabriel reaches out and takes her wrist, pulling her hand away and placing her palm back on the top of the piano behind her.

“Ahh, no touching,” he reprimands, “tonight you will only come on my tongue and your husband’s cock. Do you understand?”

Her eyes are curious, and her voice is rough. “Yes, I understand.”

Gabriel sits, shifting on the bench, placing his fingers on the keys, then he turns to me.

“Lars, be a good boy for us and take your cock out. I want you to fuck your hand while I play for Neomi.”

His eyes are dark and unruly, his tone is direct and demanding.

Fuck me.

With both of their eyes on me, I undo my belt, lower the zipper and lift my hips just enough to lower my pants to take out my dick. I’m hard and there’s a bead of moisture at the tip. I begin with slow, long strokes, then I swipe my palm over the tip, collecting the precum and twist my hand down my length.

“So good for us, aren’t you, Lars? Doing as you’re told.”

His praise washes over me and my cock throbs in my hand.

He turns back to the keys and begins to play. It’s a classical piece, I know I’ve heard it before, but I don’t know the name. His fingers float over the keys as he looks up at Neomi. Her hips are rocking now, and I know she’s turned on. I can see it in the flush of her skin, the want in her eyes.

As the crescendo grows, my hand strokes harder, tighter. My hips are rising, needing more. Fuck, watching them, the exchange in their gazes, Gabriel’s eyes floating down her bare skin, focusing on her pussy, it has my skin hot and my cock angry.

I’m so turned on, so damn close, when the notes slow, the keystrokes become lighter and it’s as if the air in the room settles again. Neomi’s breaths deepen as Gabriel’s smile grows. He plays three final notes, and it’s over.

“That was beautiful,” Neomi says, breathless.

Gabriel stands, the back of his knees pushing back the bench. He speaks to me but focuses on her.

“Lars, stop.”

I must be under a goddamn spell because I let go of my dick and drop my hand to the chair.