Hot As Sin

9

I act purely on instinct and move forward silently, adrenaline spiking, a surge of anger heating my blood. I’ll be damned if I’ll let someone get hurt on my watch, on duty or not.

I see that the sliding glass patio door is wide open and quickly cross to it. I slip inside, noting the empty room. There are no signs of people in the kitchen, either. The main living area is one large, open space, so the only other place to look is in the two bedrooms down at the end of a short hallway.

The first bedroom is empty. The second is not, which I discover as soon as I come close enough to see through the gap in the door, which has been left ajar.

Three people are on the king-sized bed. The two men are on their knees facing each other, the woman is on all fours between them.

It’s Chris, Ethan, and Heather. They’re all naked.

I freeze.

It occurs to me in a flash that it’s obviously been too long since I’ve had s*x if I’m mistaking a moan of pleasure for one of pain. Then I stop thinking and just stand there and stare, unable to move even if I wanted to.

“Suck his c**k, baby,” murmurs Chris, nudging the head of his own erect d**k between Heather’s spread thighs. “You know how he likes it.”

She complies, wrapping one hand around Ethan’s erection. She slips the crown between her full lips. She begins to suckle the head while stroking the shaft, balancing on her other hand, her generous breasts gently swinging with her movements.

Behind her, with one hand on her hip and the other lazily stroking her labia, Chris smiles.

Ethan sucks in a breath. “f**k, that’s good.” He pushes Heather’s long dark hair off her face so he has an unobstructed view of her sucking him off. The motion is tender, and so is his gaze as he stares down at her, his lips parted, his eyelids drooping low.

“Good girl,” whispers Chris, and slides a finger inside Heather’s p***y.

She makes a mewling noise in the back of her throat and flexes her hips.

At about this time, I realize I, too, have an erection. A huge, painful one, as a matter of fact, which doesn’t seem to harbor any feelings of guilt at spying on my friends while they have s*x with their girlfriend. I, however, am not nearly as complacent about the situation, and suffer an extraordinary mix of contradictory feelings including shame, excitement, terror of discovery, and more shame.

Followed by more excitement. My heart is beating so hard I feel like I’ve mainlined cocaine. I’m sweating, and I’ve only been standing here for like ten seconds.

It’s not as if I’ve never seen this. Not exactly this, but suffice it to say all the members of Bad Habit have what any doctor would deem voracious s****l appetites. Before Kat, Chloe, and Grace came along, their boys were hoes, no two ways about it, and Chris and Ethan kept up with them. I’ve walked in on so many groupies with their legs in the air you wouldn’t believe me if I could calculate the actual number. That’s just life on the road with a bunch of rock stars.

But this seems different. Simply by the way they’re all looking at each other, I can tell there’s genuine caring, genuine trust. This isn’t just two rambunctious young men sticking their d***s in some random holes, excuse the vulgarity.

This seems intimate.

Which makes me feel like even more of a perv for watching.

I’m about to turn on my heel and find some cold water to splash on my face when something stops me.

With a fluidity of motion that can only come from practice, the trio changes into a new position. Without speaking or otherwise signaling a desire to move, Ethan lies on his back on the mattress and Heather straddles his face, facing his feet. Chris, meanwhile, stays on his knees behind Heather, his legs on either side of Ethan’s shoulders.

Now Heather is facing the door.

She grasps Ethan’s jutting c**k, lowers her hips to his face, and sucks his d**k into her mouth. Her cheeks hollow. She takes him all the way to the base, moaning softly around him, then glances up and looks right at me.

Caught, I stop breathing.

Holding my gaze, she slowly, slowly draws her mouth up the length of Ethan’s erection, then furls her tongue around the crown and licks her lips.

Then she smiles at me.

Starting at my neck, heat floods my face.

Her eyes flutter when Ethan starts to lick her p***y, but she doesn’t take her gaze off me as she takes him down her throat again, fondling his balls and starting to flex her hips to the strokes of his tongue.

Trapped in my briefs, my c**k throbs and twitches, aching to be set free.

“You’re already so wet, baby,” croons Chris, staring down between her spread legs as he strokes the head of his c**k up and down her exposed flesh. “I think your sweet little cunt needs to get fucked.”

“Yes,” she says in a throaty whisper, still staring right at me. “f**k me. Please f**k me deep.”

I think I’m gonna come in my pants.