A Question of Trust by Jess Dee

Gabe let out a fierce oath. He released her breasts and grabbed her hips, slamming her back down on his cock. Without giving her a chance to catch her breath he began to fuck her, driving himself into her over and over again.
    The blood left Connor’s body and drained to his groin.
    Maddie screamed, once, then twice and came again. It took Connor’s oxygen-depleted brain several seconds to comprehend that she was screaming his name, and not Gabe’s.
    Gabe gave one final mighty thrust, then froze. He roared as his body bucked upwards, straining into Maddie’s. Connor beat his fist against the wall, desperate for the pain, for anything to dampen his own need for release.
    Then Gabe collapsed backward. He pulled Maddie’s still shuddering form down with him, exposing her pulsing pussy as it clamped repeatedly around Gabe’s cock. He wrapped his arms around her and held her through the last few moments of her violent orgasm, until at last, Maddie lay shivering and panting on Gabe’s chest, the pair of them sated and exhausted from their coupling.
    Connor gave the wall one last mighty thump, turned around and limped from their room. Thank God he’d undone his jeans earlier, because time was not on his side. The second he was in his own room he hauled his dick out of his pants and pumped it. Once, twice and he blew. Spurt after spurt of come shot up into his shirt and onto his stomach.
    This time he’d provided his own relief.
    Next time the onus would be on Maddie.
     

Chapter Four
    Maddie wrapped the towel around her breasts and walked out of the bathroom. The water pressure had been lousy, leading to a very unsatisfying shower.
    “Something worrying you?” Gabe lay naked on the bed, in the exact same position she’d left him in. On his back, with his arms spread wide and legs stretched in front of him. There was only one word to describe the look on his face. Replete.
    She could have complained about the shower, blamed her unease on the water pressure, but that would be a lie. “It’s Connor,” she admitted. “The way he left the room. It isn’t right.” She’d watched him walk away as the last shudders of orgasm rippled through her body.
    Maddie had never been more aroused. Watching Connor watching her and Gabe had been the single most erotic experience of her life. Yes, Gabe made her horny as hell, but Connor’s presence had increased her arousal a million fold. Had intensified the encounter to a point where even Gabe’s tiniest touch felt like a mini orgasm.
    Connor had unbuttoned his jeans. She’d expected him to join them. Instead, as soon as Gabe had come, he’d walked away. Left them. In the middle of the most powerful sexual experience ever, Connor’s departure had created a gaping hole in her fulfillment.
    He’d watched, he’d lusted, he’d enjoyed and he’d slipped away. It wasn’t right. The night was…incomplete. She was incomplete. She wanted more. She wanted Connor .
    Gabe flipped onto his side, rested his head on his hand. “You would have preferred it if he’d stayed?”
    Maddie began to lower her head, then stopped herself. She’d just fucked Gabe—used his cock to masturbate herself—in front of his best friend. Awkwardness hardly had a place in their relationship anymore. She’d crossed that line less than thirty minutes ago. Instead she looked directly at Gabe and nodded. “I would have preferred it if he’d joined us.”
    Gabe said nothing, just gazed at her with a strange light in his eyes.
    She walked over to the bed, sat on the edge next to him. “Does that make me a terrible person? Wanting him and wanting you at the same time?”
    He trailed his free hand up her thigh. “No, baby. It makes you exciting. It makes you a sexy woman, with a healthy appetite for men.”
    Her pussy tightened. “Not any men. Only you…and Connor.” She bit her lip. “You don’t resent me for wanting him? For wanting both of you?”
    He shifted, showing her his rapidly growing dick.