“God, I wanted to pull down those tight little shorts and fuck her right there over the hood. Have the whole damn church watch us.”

There it was. That’s what I wanted to hear. I stretched my fingers inside him until he whimpered, demanding, “Mm, that’s right. Fuck that pretty little cunt until she squirts all over your cock.”

“Fuck, yes,” he gasped. “I’d bend her over and make her suck you off while I fuck her. Pound her until her legs shake —”

He cut off with a cry as I pulled my fingers out of him. I couldn’t wait anymore. I spread the lube onto my cock before I pressed against his entrance, the puckered hole still resisting. I went slow as I eased the first couple inches inside him.

“Make it hurt,” he said, his voice vicious with need as he arched his back. I was happy to oblige.

I pressed fully inside, and he cried out again, his toes curling, struggling against the ropes that kept him helplessly restrained.

“Yeah? You’d fuck her until her legs shake?” I tugged his hair, gripping it hard as he squeezed around me. “You know she likes it rough.”

“She was so fucking wet when she was on her knees for us,” he said, his words bringing the memories back with stark clarity. I released Jason’s hair, gripping his hips and pulling them up so I had a better angle. I reached around and stroked him, fucking him in unison with my hand. I was too worked up. I wasn’t going to last long when he felt so good.

“I want to fuck her while you fuck me,” he said, the words ragged, his thighs clenching. Every stroke of my hand made him shudder. “God, I want to feel her come on my cock. I want to see her smile like she did after she sucked her own juices off your fingers, sir.” He drew in his breath sharply. “Fuck, you’re going to make me come.”

The image of Jess sucking my finger into her mouth pushed me to the point of no return. My pace increased and Jason brokenly cried my name, his cock pulsing in my hand as spurts of cum ribboned across the blankets beneath him. The ecstasy that overtook me was like a blackout. Nothing remained but our bodies throbbing in unison until I was spent, collapsing beside him with my cock still inside.

I pulled the blindfold off him, nuzzling my face against his neck. Maybe he was right. Maybe Jessica wasn’t meant for us, and this lust — this longing — meant absolutely nothing. But I couldn’t let it go. I hated the thought that I could feel so much, that I could be so ridiculously desperate to have her, and yet it would lead to nothing.

“I love you.” His voice was rough with exhaustion, a drunken smile on his face as he floated through the afterglow.

“I love you, too.” I gathered him closer, holding him tight against my chest for a few moments to catch our breath before I began the work of untying him.