Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 112813 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112813 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
“Yes, please.” I wriggled out of my jeans, and my phone clattered onto the floor. I picked it up and grinned. “Hey, I have a great idea!”
El-Mudad walked in, already naked, and set the pump bottle of lube on the side of the tub. “I’m almost afraid to ask.”
“We should record this. So, Neil can see what he missed.” I got a perverse thrill from the thought of teasing him with footage of me with another man, even if that other man was our boyfriend. No matter how much Neil loved El-Mudad, he still very much had a jealous streak in him that he liked to indulge.
El-Mudad grinned. “I think we should. And I think that when we get home, we should watch it with him.”
“Maybe lightly tied down?” I mused. Neil would probably never be over his fear of submission, but he’d gotten more comfortable with playful bondage. “Some denial?”
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to really torment him that way?” El-Mudad laughed. “He likes to say he’s a patient man, but that patience is fully on his own terms.”
Talking about him just made me miss him more. I tested the water and went to El-Mudad. “So, where do you think we should put the phone?”
He reached down and took the hem of my sweater, slowly rolling it up in his hands. “What about on the towel shelf? I think that would be a fine angle.”
I considered what would be the most flattering for me. “Yeah. Might not be high enough to hide my double chin—“
He made an impatient noise. “You do not have a double chin. And if you did, why would you need to hide it? How do you still not understand that we want you?”
“Maybe not having a milestone birthday while dealing with a fairly new chronic illness would help.” I shook my head. “I know that you’re both trying. And I know that you think this is me doubting the two of you. But I’m not. I’m doubting myself. It’s just easier to project those doubts onto you.”
“Well...don’t. I don’t like to have someone else making up my mind for me.” He pulled my shirt over my head, leaving me in my black t-shirt bra. He pulled that down to free my breasts and bent his head to take a nipple into his mouth. I squirmed on my feet. His hand steadied me at the small of my back, while the other one squeezed my ass through my panties.
“Do you think I’m settling for you?” he murmured against my skin. “Do you think I don’t enjoy you?”
“I think...” I breathed, combing my fingers through his hair. “That this is an unfair way to have this conversation.”
“Actions speak louder than words, my love. I’m showing you right now how much I want you. How much I worship you. When Neil sees the recording, I’ll be showing him, too. And he’ll feel the same way.” The hand at my back dipped inside my panties to clutch my ass. El-Mudad lifted his head to look me in the eyes. “So, why don’t you set up the phone, get in the tub, and let me fuck you until your legs can’t hold you up anymore.”
“Ooh, oui, Monsieur,” I said playfully, though I doubted we would be playing our roles tonight. “We better not waste any time. Don’t want to miss the fireworks.”
My own words reminded me of that night in Reykjavik, when Neil had proposed, and we’d watched the New Year’s Eve fireworks while fucking against the full-length windows in his ultra-modern house there. It made me miss him more than I’d expected. We’d spent every New Year’s Eve together since our very first one in Paris, only a few months after we’d started dating. When El-Mudad and I had set off on this trip, I hadn’t made the connection that this would be the first one where Neil and I were apart. Tears of homesickness for him filled my eyes, and I blinked them away.
Nothing ruined the mood like the wrong kind of crying.
Besides, if Neil were here, I reasoned with myself, we wouldn’t have a chance to film our amateur porno and show him later. Anticipating his reaction made it all worth it.
El-Mudad went to retrieve our robes from the hooks on the wall, and I positioned my phone—in selfie mode so I could keep an eye on the angle—and propped it against some towels, praying it wouldn’t fall in or face-down on the marble tile. Of course, I’d dropped it about a hundred times already. Neil was always bitching about me having to buy new ones.
“Be careful,” El-Mudad warned with a laugh. “If you break it, you’ll never hear the end of it.”
“Plus, we’ll lose our video.” Which was really the most critical part of the equation at the moment.