Chloe's POV
One man who loved me and got turned on by every thought of me especially whenever he felt obsessive and the other one, a younger man who got turned on when he watched me doing it with the man I loved.
It was weird.
“Chloe please, let's do it here. I'll be very quick, I promise.”
“Jay, this is too much,” I said and tried to climb off his lap, but he unzipped my skirt and pulled it over my head before flinging it without much thought only for it to land right beside Pascal.
I glared at him as I saw him reach forward to the skirt.
“No, don't?” I whispered.
“I'm sorry,” he seemed to whisper back as he grabbed it and drew it towards himself.
Pascal was sitting on the floor with his back rested on the wall and his d**k in his hand. But what was limp the moment he took
