The room felt like a furnace, the air thick with tension and sweat and lust.
My eyes zeroed in on Andrew’s crotch, that unmistakable bulge straining against his pants like it was trying to break free.
God, he was already hard—rock fucking hard—and I could see the outline of his dick throbbing against the fabric, begging to be unleashed.
My cunt clenched just looking at it, a primal heat pooling low in my belly. I took a sip of wine, the liquid sliding down my throat like velvet, but it didn’t quench the fire burning inside me. No, that was going to take something much more satisfying.
“Hannah,” I purred, my voice dripping with command, “get on your knees.”
Hannah hesitated for a split second, but she knew better than to argue with me. She dropped to her knees in front of Andrew, her hands resting on her thighs, her eyes wide and begging for what was coming next.
Andrew’s fingers immediately tangled in her hair, gripping her like she was his property, forcing her to look up at him. His chest heaved, his jaw tight with restraint, but his dick? That fucking dick didn’t lie. It pulsed against his zipper, demanding attention.
I watched them, my nipples hardening against the fabric of my dress, my pussy slick and ready. This wasn’t about pathetic love triangle. No, this was about power. About control. About making them both fucking worship me.
“Tug your pants down,” I ordered Andrew, my voice low and commanding. “Just a little. Enough to let her taste you.”
He didn’t hesitate. His hands trembled slightly as he unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and pushed his boxers down just enough to free his dick.
It sprang out, thick and heavy and fucking glorious, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. Hannah’s lips parted, her tongue darting out to wet them, and she leaned forward like she was about to devour him.
“Wait,” I snapped, savoring the way they both froze, their eyes flicking to me. “Hannah, you’re going to give him head. And you’re going to do it better than you ever have. Understand?”
She nodded, her eyes dark with hunger, and then—finally—she wrapped her lips around the head of his dick.
The way she took him in, her tongue swirling around his shaft, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked... it was fucking art. But Andrew didn’t guide her, didn’t thrust into her mouth—because she already knew what he liked. And that pissed me off.
“Andrew,” I said sharply, the heat in my voice making him stiffen. “Take her by the hair. Fuck her mouth like you mean it. Put into it the same damn heat you felt when you were jealous of me, because of Julian.”
For a second, Hannah’s eyes widened, and she shot me a look—like she was trying to figure out what the hell I was talking about. But she didn’t get a chance to ask.
Andrew’s grip tightened in her hair, and he shoved himself deeper into her mouth, his hips bucking forward with a force that made her gag. Her hands flew to his thighs, bracing herself as he pounded into her throat, his dick sliding in and out in a filthy, wet rhythm.
“Yes,” I breathed, my cunt throbbing with every thrust. “Fuck her. Fuck her like she deserves.”
Andrew groaned, his eyes slamming shut as he lost himself in the sensation. His dick was glistening with spit, his balls tightening as he got closer and closer to the edge. But I wasn’t done yet.
“Stop,” I commanded, and he froze, his dick still buried in Hannah’s mouth. She was gasping for air, tears glistening in her eyes, but she didn’t pull away. She stayed there, kneeling like the good little slut she was, waiting for her next order.
“Do you remember,” I said, my voice soft but laced with menace, “how we ‘had fun’ on this very couch?”
Andrew’s face tightened, his jaw clenching as he remembered.
“It was hard to control myself then,” he admitted, his voice rough. “I’m sorry for the bruises I left.”
I laughed, the sound low and fucking predatory. “What mattered is you made me feel alive. So now, show Hannah how I like it.”
I stood up, my dress sliding off my body in one smooth motion, leaving me bare and glorious. I lay back on the couch, my legs spread, my pussy glistening and begging for attention. Andrew moved toward me, but I held up a hand, stopping him in his tracks.
“With your mouth,” I said, my voice dripping with authority. “And you, Hannah—watch and learn.”
Andrew dropped to his knees between my legs, his breath hot against my slit as he leaned in. His tongue dragged up my pussy, slow and deliberate, and I let out a moan that made Hannah flinch. He didn’t hold back, his tongue fucking me like it was his job, his lips sucking at my clit until I was writhing beneath him.
Hannah’s eyes were glued to me, her hands clenching at her sides like she didn’t know what to do with them.
“Touch yourself,” I ordered, my voice ragged with pleasure. “And touch my tits.”
She hesitated for a second, but then she came, her hands moved, one sliding down her body to rub her clit, the other reaching out to cup my breast. Her fingers were tentative at first, but then she started squeezing, her thumb brushing over my nipple until it hardened under her touch.
Fuck, it was too much.
Andrew’s tongue was relentless, fucking me deeper and deeper, while Hannah’s fingers teased me, her own moans mingling with mine. I reached down, tangling my fingers in Andrew’s hair, forcing him to keep going even as I felt myself teetering on the edge.
“Yes,” I hissed, my hips bucking against his face. “Fuck me. Make me cum.”
And he did. His tongue fucking buried itself in my pussy, his lips sucking my clit like it was the only thing keeping him alive, and I came with a scream that echoed through the room.ч
Hannah’s fingers were a blur between her legs, her own orgasm crashing over her as she watched me, her eyes wide and worshipful.
Andrew didn’t stop, didn’t pull away, even as I writhed beneath him, my body spasming with pleasure. He stayed there, his tongue lapping at me, sucking up every fucking drop, until I finally pushed him away, my chest heaving, my body trembling.
And then, finally, Andrew grabbed his dick, his hand jerking fast and rough, his cum shooting out in thick, pearly ropes onto Hannah’s chest. She didn’t flinch, didn’t move, just stayed there, kneeling and panting, her body glistening with sweat and cum.
I looked at them both, my lips curling into a satisfied smirk.
“Good,” I said, my voice low and triumphant.
Andrew leaned back, his chest heaving, his eyes dark and satisfied.
And me? I just lay there, basking in the aftermath, my body still trembling with pleasure. Fuck, it was good to be in charge.