Page 53 of Born to Scar

We go at his tight and agonizingly slow pace until my hips hit his ass. With a firm grip on his hip, I still him.

“I need a second,” I whisper. His body is so tight around mine. I could fucking come right now. I will if I don’t get an ounce of control.

“You know, I can feel you burning holes into my skin, right?” Jay asks, turning his head toward the door.

I follow his gaze to see Indy leaning against the door jamb with her arms crossed. She’s smiling, biting the side of her lip. Stepping in, she clicks the door shut but leans back against it, not coming any further into the room.

CHAPTER 23

INDY

I’ve been watching since Cam tried to get out of bed. I was just trying to take a shower. But there was something much better happening in my bed that needed my attention more. It was instant waterworks over here. It’s a fucking slip-and-slide between my thighs.

“Don’t stop on my account, my good boys.” The lust in my voice is heavy. They moan, and Cam pulls back and thrusts in. His hips move slowly, but his hand jerks Jay faster.

I bite back my moans because, as much as I want to join, I would rather watch. If I let them know how much I want them, they’ll force me to join. Not a bad problem to have on the norm, but I’ve been wanting this. I haven’t seen them together on their own. While they’ll play a little with each other when we’re together, they’re mostly focused on me. I cross my legs, leaning against the door.

“Want to join?” Jay asks, his voice husky. I shake my head. “No?”

“No,” I confirm.

“She wants to watch. She’s been wanting to watch us, baby,” Cam whispers into the crook of his neck, licking up his throat, thrusting deep into him. I nod in agreement.

“I have a little stage fright,” Jay croons.

I giggle at his joke. “You’re doing such a good job for him, Jay, being such a good fucking boy.” He groans, closing his eyes, his hips naturally thrust into Cam’s hand. They find a rhythm that keeps them moaning at the pleasure dancing between them. I have to bite my hand to keep my mouth shut, because one of the best things about them is that they’re vocal.

I wasn’t shy in telling them I wanted to hear them when they feel good. Cam was a lot of work. I had to edge him until he had no choice but to make noise. He eventually figured it out because he doesn’t like being edged. It’s totally not his thing.

I’m not here to distract them. I slide down the door slowly and sit cross-legged on the floor.

“You’re quiet.” Cam’s head turns toward me.

“Focus on our good boy, Cam.”

He chuckles, and Jay groans, so Cam thrusts faster, matching the speed of his fist moving up and down Jay’s cock. Cam checks in with Jay, but he’s too lost in his pleasure. I love seeing him like this. He’s always so ready to please everyone else. But right now, it’s just them, and Cam is taking such good care of him.

Jay’s getting ready to come, I can tell by his body. He always looks so sexy right before. He has the most beautiful orgasms I’ve ever seen. “Do you want to come, Jay?” I ask.

His breath hitches. “Fuck”—he breathes out—“yes.”

“Cam, can our good boy come?”

“You can come, Jay,” Cam rasps, and the moan that leaves Jay’s chest has me falter, my own bursting through my lips. “There she is,” Cam groans, kissing Jay’s neck, while I watch Jay’s cum spurt over Cam’s hand and the sheet.

It doesn’t take much longer before Cam’s thrusts become jerky. He grabs Jay’s hip with cum still dripping from his fingers, pumping his hips faster.

“Jay, I think our pretty boy wants to come. Did he make you feel good?”

Cam and Jay’s moans echo. I smile, taking pleasure in watching them.

“Yes,” Jay breathes.

“Fuck, please, let me come. Please,” Cam grits, his knuckles white on Jay’s hip.

“You’re so polite, pretty boy,” I croon.

“Cam, you can come,” Jay hisses. “Jesus, Indy.”