Page 44 of Bend

“Shh.” She kisses him again.

That gets a grin out of me.

By the time she’s finished with him, he’s stretched out against the headboard looking thoroughly undone already, chest rising too fast, eyes dark, and mouth still swollen from kissing.

Fuck, seeing Thorne like this—open, worked up, and his cock rock hard while he’s still trying to hold onto some piece of control but failing badly.

Yeah, it sends a jolt right to my cock.

She shifts between his legs, lowering herself to lay between them as she slowly starts to tease him. I watch as her palm smooths over his cock, jerking him once, twice before she uses her mouth.

Her tongue flattening at the base of his cock before dragging up, slow and mean in the best goddamn way. Just enough to make him curse under his breath and tip his head back against the headboard.

His hand flies to her hair and his eyes move from her to me, like he’s suddenly aware I’m right here watching all of it.

Watching him unravel.

Fuck, it does things to me.

My hands move to my boxers, sliding them down my legs before my fist wraps around my cock, and slowly starts to stroke, matching the pace that Echo’s mouth takes Thorne’s in her throat.

I make my way closer to the bed.

Echo glances up at me, catches the look on my face, and smiles around him before pulling back just enough to breathe. Then she takes Thorne’s wrist and pulls his hand toward her.

“You don’t have to just sit there,” she says softly. “I want you to touch me.”

He swallows as Echo presses his hand between her thighs, guiding his fingers to hook in her panties and pulling them to the side before running them through her arousal.

“That’s it,” she murmurs. “Mmm see how wet you have me?”

Thorne’s gaze drops to where she’s guided him, then lifts back to her face, wrecked and wanting and still just a little disbelieving. His touch starts tentative, then turns more certain when she rewards him for it, mouth on his, hand still working him, praise slipping between kisses whenever he gives her more.

“Good,” she whispers. “That’s it. See? Fuck, you know exactly what you’re doing.”

Christ, jerking myself harder as I watch how her praise affects him.

I can see it in the way his jaw tightens, the way his chest lifts, the way his eyes keep finding mine like he doesn’t know what to do with the fact that I’m watching him and we’re both getting harder for it.

Slowly, I climb onto the bed, close enough that Thorne can’t pretend I’m not part of this. Echo shifts just enough to make room for me without taking her focus off him, one hand still guiding his touch on her while the other drags lightly over my stomach as I settle beside them.

“There you go,” she says, glancing between us. “Much better.”

From there, the room tips fully.

I ease into position between Thorne's parted thighs, my palms pressing his legs open wider, exposing him completely. His cock throbs upright, veined and slick from Echo's mouth, the head flushed and leaking steadily.

His eyes flicker with a mix of raw hunger and that edge of uncertainty, muscles tensing under my touch like he's bracing for something forbidden.

She's facing him, her tits pushed up against chest as she claims his mouth in a fierce, open-mouthed kiss. Her hand wraps around the back of his neck, holding him steady, his fingers plunge deep into her soaked pussy, thrusting in a rhythm that makes her hips buck against his palm.

Thorne's body arches slightly under my grip, a deep rumble vibrating from his throat into Echo's lips as I lean in and wrap my hand around his shaft, stroking firmly from base to tip. He breaks the kiss for a gasp, eyes squeezing shut before falling back on me but the moment he closes them, Echo pulls his face back to her.

“Eyes on me, baby,” she whispers hotly against his mouth, her voice laced both with command and affection. “Look at you—hard and leaking for him. You want it, you want him. Just let go and give in to it.”

She dives in again, sucking on his bottom lip, and his fingers drive harder into her, knuckles slick with her arousal.

Echo moans into the kiss, a throaty, needy sound that sends a jolt straight to my gut. Her body writhes beside him, back arching as his thumb finds her clit, rubbing in tight circles that have her thighs clenching around his wrist.