Mad Dog

by Ophelia Bell

  I wait near the bathroom door, out of the way while they slide deeper into the private mental space they share when they make love. Every action is driven by lust and passion but interspersed with the most intense looks and gentle caresses. My heart aches at the sight, but it’s too beautiful not to capture with my camera.

  I get both their faces as I move around, along with shots of their hands on each other’s bodies as they work to strip each other bare. Celeste circles behind Leo and pulls his shirt off his shoulders, baring him to the camera as it slides to the floor. For the first time, I get a look at the carnelian-colored scar piercing the ink on his shoulder. I’m briefly stunned by the reminder that he came so close to dying when I catch Celeste’s gaze over his shoulder. We lock eyes, and she searches my face, frowning as if she’s worried. I raise my camera to hide behind once more, and Leo finally turns, pulls the belt free from her dress, and pushes the sides apart.

  Celeste’s head tilts back, and she gasps as he lowers his head to her breasts, biting at her nipples through her bra. Then she moans, and the sound penetrates all the way to my bones. My teeth ache with wanting more of those sounds, and for the first time since they arrived, I don’t care that I’m not the one touching her. All I care about is seeing her fall apart regardless of how it happens.

  Leo pushes her dress off her shoulders, and it slides to the floor, leaving her in nothing but bra and panties. Then he reaches behind her and unhooks her bra, pulling it down off her arms. I must utter a curse because he turns to me, eyes blazing. For a second, I think he’s pissed, but then he turns and slips behind Celeste, watching my reaction. I’m on autopilot with the camera, shooting blindly with bursts. There’s more than enough light in here to capture details, and I can sort out the results later.

  Keeping his eyes on me, Leo nuzzles her neck from behind and slides his hands around her middle and up to cup both her luscious breasts. Is he taunting me now? I can’t exactly hide the fact that I’m fucking hard as a rock in my jeans, and my cock only pulses harder when they both glance down for a peek. I grit my teeth and ignore them, raise my camera again, and resolve to focus.

  “Forget that I’m here,” I remind them.

  “I think it’s a little late for that,” Leo says. He releases one of Celeste’s breasts and slides his hand down her soft stomach, pushing past the lacy top of her panties. “I think she’s getting off on you watching us. Aren’t you, ángel?”

  My camera is focused on his hand in her panties, but my eyes are on her face. She moans and nods, then breathes his name in a soft plea.

  “Are you ready for me to fuck you for the camera?” Leo says, his lips pressed to her temple as he works his fingers between her legs. She bites her lip and her eyes shift to me, fevered and desperate for release.

  “Please fuck me,” she breathes, staring straight into my eyes.

  In my mind, I throw down the camera and close the distance between us, tear off her panties, and bury myself inside her while Leo takes a turn observing. But in reality, I’m trapped behind the lens while Leo squats down and peels her panties off her hips, then stands again, sliding his hands along her curves and cupping her breasts.

  I nearly groan at the sight of her bare pussy, her lips glistening with her arousal. Swallowing back the flood of saliva at the memory of her flavor, I shift my gaze to the tiny screen in the back of my camera. I need to put some distance between us and ignore the constant, heavy throb in my groin.

  Celeste finally drops her gaze and turns when Leo begins to unbuckle his belt. She takes over, unfastening his jeans and pulling them down, then removing his shoes for him before pulling his pants off over his feet. Then she leans in and rubs her cheek against his cock as if savoring the feel of him. I keep the camera between us, working to avoid looking directly at him, as if I might turn to stone by doing so. But even in the tiny screen he’s impressive.

  His abs flex, the definition evident even within that tiny frame. I zoom in on his groin, mouth watering at the way he tilts his hips into Celeste’s touch. His cock is thick and hard, slightly curved, with a tapered head that’s darker than the shaft.

  It seems Celeste’s plea to get fucked has been momentarily forgotten because she instead grazes her lips up his length and takes him into her mouth, then draws him deep. I can practically taste the saltiness of his pre-cum when she slides off, leaving him glistening with her saliva, then swirls her tongue around his head. He lets out a guttural groan and widens his stance, curling his fingers into her hair. She’s moving slowly, so I take the opportunity to slip in closer, angling the camera in front of Leo to get a top-angle view of her mouth around his cock. He doesn’t flinch with me right up beside him; rather, he seems enthralled by the image on the screen, panting out a raspy “fuck yeah” when he sees the still shot I just captured.

  Being this close to him while Celeste sucks him off is pure torture. My dick strains in sympathy, pulsing harder when Leo tells Celeste to touch herself. She hums around his dick and drops her fingers between her legs. I move behind Leo a few steps and crouch to capture her lower torso framed within the space of his legs. His heavy balls hang down while she rubs her clit with two fingers, then pushes them both deep. Her breasts sway as she bobs her head on his cock, and then she does something unexpected that nearly has me coming in my pants.

  She pulls her fingers out of her pussy, shining with her juices, and lifts her hand between Leo’s legs. At first, I think she’s just going to cup his balls, but she keeps going past them, and before I can process what she’s doing, she pushes both slick digits into his ass.

  Leo lets out a desperate groan, and I’m nearly too stunned to move, but I manage to get my ass in gear and shift back around them. Leo’s hand is tangled in her long hair, guiding her mouth up and down his length. He whispers a rough plea, followed by a warning, and his head falls back. Celeste slips off his cock and stares up at him, stroking quickly with one hand while her other keeps working between his ass cheeks. I freeze in place, zooming out to catch the entire view but compelled to look directly at them when he comes. Ribbons of white semen shoot from his cock, and Celeste aims him at her tits. He comes hard for several seconds, his body shaking. When he drops his gaze down again, his cum dripping down her chest, he has a look of utter awe.

  I’m in awe too, but I don’t have time to process this new, fascinating detail about the man—that he likes having her finger his ass. He hauls Celeste up and kisses her hard, chest still heaving from his orgasm. Then he spins her to face me again and sits down on the bed, urging her to straddle his lap backward.

  “Your turn, ángel,” he says, nuzzling her shoulder. The man’s still hard, and I can’t help but wonder if he had pharmaceutical assistance in anticipation of this day. But I don’t really give a fuck. I crouch in front of them to capture every single frame of Celeste’s pussy swallowing his thick cock. She sinks down slowly, and I raise the camera to catch a few shots of her face, then move back for the wider angle as she begins to move, ecstasy brimming from her expression and his creamy cum still dripping down between her breasts.

  Leo grips her hips tight from behind, guiding her atop him. Her dancer’s legs flex with each lift and fall as if she trained just for this, the rhythm natural and her supple body undulating as gracefully as any ballerina’s. Leo leans back on one elbow, leaving one hand resting at her low back, his gaze fixed on the spot where they’re joined. I catch his throat bobbing as he swallows and carefully slip in beside him to catch some more shots from his point of view.

  Celeste’s ass is fucking magnificent, spread across his cock and riding him like she was born for it. I want more than just shots of his hand resting casually on one hip though, so for the first time all day, I offer a suggestion.

  “Squeeze her ass. Both hands. Get a good handful and spread her open. Hold her like that while she fucks you.”

  Leo does as I ask, and Celeste’s tight little rosebud of an asshole clenches as her sheath grips him even tighter. He grazes
his thumbs just inside her cleft, straying closer and closer to her hole.

  Celeste freezes and reaches back, grabbing one of his wrists and yanking his hand away. “Leo! We talked about this,” she hisses.

  I’m so engrossed in the process of watching him work his way to her tight puckered opening, I’m startled when the mood shifts. Leo drops his head back on the bed and chuckles, giving me an apologetic look. “Hard limit,” he explains, then firmly grips her ass cheeks again with his fingers at a safe distance from the sweet spot.

  “Good to know,” I murmur, then slip back around to face Celeste. “Sorry about that, I hope it didn’t ruin the mood.”

  She only shakes her head and moves faster, her face flushed and her mouth open. She has a single-minded look in her eyes when she fixes her gaze on me again and cups both breasts in her hands. She smears his semen across her nipples and tweaks them hard, pinching and tugging enough that it must hurt, then drops one hand between her legs and begins working at her clit. Leo matches her rocking hips with rhythmic thrusts and lets out a groan.

  “Need to fucking come, baby. Are you close?”

  She opens her eyes and looks at me, and I know that look because I’ve seen it. She’s on the verge of climax, so I hold the camera up and press down the button to burst-capture the moment. I’m staring at the little screen when she utters my name in a husky, desperate voice. I look up and meet her eyes, then in the briefest space between her climb and the sudden fall from the peak, I swear she whispers, “I love you, Maddox.”

  I’m shocked and blinking, but whatever echo of the words remaining in my ears is drowned out by her sudden gasps and moans. Her eyes close and her mouth drops open as she cries her pleasure and rides Leo’s cock harder and faster. She freezes and grabs his thighs in front of her. Her body spasms and undulates as wave after wave of pleasure rockets through her. Leo’s climax hits in the midst of it all, but lasts a fraction of the time it takes hers to come to an end and for her body to relax.

  Heat floods through me as if I was the one who had the orgasm, even though my dick still aches like a motherfucker. Still, there’s a sense of release, and I relax a little when she falls back against Leo and he cradles her in his arms. I capture a few final shots before letting the camera hang from its strap. I grab a fleece blanket from the armchair across from the bed and drape it over them both.

  Leo catches my eye when I tug the corner across his torso, and we lock gazes for a second. Something has changed now, in this sublime moment of postcoital bliss that I’ve somehow managed to share with them without really being a part of it. It’s almost as if he acknowledges that I was a bigger part than he expected, and accepts it.

  Then I look at Celeste, and what she said reverberates in my mind. Did Leo hear it? He was moaning pretty hard, so I doubt it. And what the fuck am I supposed to do with it, if anything?

  I tear my eyes away from hers. “You two relax and take your time. If you feel like going again, just give me a shout—don’t want to miss any photo ops, you know? And if you’re done and want a shower, knock yourselves out. But again . . . if shower sex is happening, my camera’s available.”

  Celeste props herself up with a worried look. “Where are you going?”

  “Just downstairs for a few. I need to take care of something.”

  It probably won’t be hard for her to put two and two together and realize I need to let off some steam after watching the two of them fuck, but I’m not so crass as to come right out and say, “I need to go jerk off to all these filthy pictures I just took.”

  Still, I leave the camera behind because there’s no way in hell I’ll need help remembering the look on her face when she said those three words.

  26

  Celeste

  Maddox’s elevator clangs to a stop down below, and Leo lets out a low rumble of a laugh. “I admire the man’s endurance but don’t envy him. That had to be torture.”

  He turns to me, and his humor softens into tenderness that makes my heart swell. I smile sleepily and nod, though if he knew the true source of Maddox’s inner demons, I’m not sure he would be making jokes about it. Strangely, I feel no guilt about my whispered confession in front of the camera. It wasn’t a lie, and neither does it diminish my feelings for Leo.

  “He cares about us,” I say, my way of introducing the topic even if I’m skirting around it. I don’t want to divulge Maddox’s true secret. I just want to gauge Leo’s feelings on the issue without giving them away.

  “I forgot you two have history,” Leo says, his brows creasing as if he really did just remember that detail, though I have no idea how he knows—I didn’t tell him. He sees my surprised look and adds, “He told me you were his first kiss when you were kids.”

  My surprise grows, and I nearly laugh but silently bless Maddox for keeping the story tame for Leo’s benefit.

  “It was a long time ago.” I will have to tell him the truth eventually, but now isn’t the time.

  Leo leans in to kiss me, and I snuggle close. The bed is just as comfortable as I remember. Even in the short time we stayed, it felt like a sanctuary from my real life. I can pretend I’m just a girl lying next to the boy she loves, and nothing else in the world outside us matters in this moment. But the scent of the bed’s owner surrounds us and I can’t not think of Maddox and the fact that I love him too and probably always have. Am I being unfaithful to Leo now by even admitting these feelings to myself? By actually speaking them to Maddox while Leo was inside me?

  How did my mother reconcile loving two men? The answer to that is obvious: they shared her and must have cared about each other enough that it worked. If there was any question about my paternity, they must have been extremely close too. Until they weren’t.

  Leo clears his throat, jolting me out of my musings. “Was it weird for you to do that in front of him?”

  “Did it seem weird for me?” I offer a suggestive smile.

  He laughs. “Ah, only if you being hotter than ever while we fuck is weird. I’m tempted to call him back up here and go again.”

  “I take it that means it wasn’t weird for you either. You know he’s bisexual, right?”

  It isn’t a stretch to ask because Maddox told me Leo knows, though the topic has never come up between us before.

  His brow furrows, and he shrugs, his gaze directed at some fascinating section of weave in the blanket that covers us. “Sure, he told me. It’s no big deal.”

  “You’ve never gotten hard again so fast,” I point out. “Do you think it was him watching that did it?”

  He looks introspective for a second before nodding slowly, but his answer isn’t quite what I hoped for. “I think the idea of being on camera, of performing for an audience, is what did it. Coupled with seeing how hot you got, and . . .” He trails off as if catching himself.

  “And what?” I prompt.

  “And that’s it. It was sexy as fuck, and I can’t wait to see the photos.”

  I shove his shoulder. “There’s more you were going to say. Just say it. No secrets!” I’m such a hypocrite, but what happened between Maddox and me before Leo was just that: before Leo. Except for my little confession a few minutes ago, anyway.

  Leo sighs and fiddles with a tassel at the edge of the blanket. “Christ, woman, you are a tyrant for honesty.”

  “And I love how willingly you share, most of the time. I don’t want you to stop just because you feel ashamed of something.”

  That gets him. His eyes narrow and flash with irritation. “I’m not ashamed. I got off seeing how fucking turned on he was watching us. The man is packing. Maybe I’m a little envious too.”

  “You don’t have anything to worry about,” I say, grinning as I reach down between us to cup his half-hard cock.

  “How do you know? You couldn’t see his dick any more than I could.”

  I smile slyly and stroke him until he shudders. “No, but I know how perfect you are.” The fact is that Maddox might actually be bigger than Leo, but
I haven’t seen him naked since we were teens. The couple chances I had to feel him through his jeans only made me want to see more though.

  “You do know how to stroke a man’s . . . ego,” he breathes, smirking as I begin to stroke him.

  “So you were thinking about Maddox’s dick while we were having sex. Is there something you need to get off your chest?” I tease. He’s fully hard now, his eyes glassy with renewed lust. He groans.

  “I can appreciate another man’s physique without it being gay. I work out too. We used to talk about our routines.”

  “I never said it was gay.” I give him a squeeze, and his fingertips dig into my side as his eyelids flutter closed. “Besides, sexuality is a spectrum. Maddox is in the middle. I might be closer to the middle than I know. I’ve never tried kissing a girl, but I might like it.”

  He hums in interest, but I think at this point, he’d agree to anything without meaning it. Still, he shakes his head as he pushes up on one elbow and leans over me, tugging the blanket off us both and tossing it to the side. “I can’t picture you macking on another girl. You like dick just a little too much.”

  His hips rock into my hand once more before he grabs my wrist and pins it above my head, then moves between my thighs and secures my other wrist. I spread my legs, surprised by how my pussy pulses in anticipation of fresh contact. He doesn’t disappoint, lowering himself and grazing his entire length up along my slit until I’m bucking against him in an effort to get him inside me. He’s right. I love his dick. Love how he teases me with it until I’m begging him to fuck me.

  “Shh, ángel,” he murmurs against my ear. “We have all day away from the outside world. Let’s take our time and enjoy it.”

  He keeps my wrists pinned above my head as he slides down, capturing one nipple in his teeth and biting until a spike of pain shoots through me, and I gasp. He releases it, then sucks it into his mouth, the pleasure of his teasing tongue easing the sharp soreness of his bite. Sliding one hand down my side, he grips the back of my thigh and pushes it up, tilts his hips, and slowly eases inside, taking his time as I shudder with need.