Her mouth was hovering over my ear as she touched me, and Zayn's gaze shamelessly lowered to watch. I knew it was dangerous when he mixed drugs and alcohol too, but I never expected this to happen.
Maybe he was still sexually frustrated and to be honest, Cleo and I also were because we had this house all to ourselves and we couldn't properly fuck because of our wounds. So yeah... this was happening.
"Is this what you want, baby?" I spoke up, reaching out my hand to grasp Cleo's jaw and force her to meet my eyes. "Do you want him to see how much of a good girl you are to me?"
"Yes," Cleo said without hesitation, her eyes were nearly black because of how dilated her pupils were and she tightened her grip around my cock
making me moan.
"Yes what, baby? You know what to say." I whispered, letting go of her jaw and looking down to watch as she stroked me over the thin fabric, and I got harder by the second.
"Yes, daddy." She breathed, and I looked up to meet her eyes again.
She turned her head to look at Zayn as he shifted on his seat, and Cleo smiled. God, she was so fucking hot, she knew exactly the effect we were having on him and she was clearly getting off on it.
"Is this what you want, too?" I spoke up, catching Zayn's attention as Cleo lowered my zipper.
Zayn nodded, breathing a bit more heavily as he looked down to watch as she slipped her hand under my pants, keeping it over my underwear.
"That's not an answer." I raised one eyebrow at him as Cleo slipped her hand under my boxers to hold my cock, tightening her grip before she started to stroke me.
I threw my head back on the couch and moaned a little too loud, enjoying her touch as if I hadn't felt it in years.
My senses were hazy and heightened, everything felt so fucking intense.
"Yes." Zayn finally answered, clenching his jaw again.
My mouth was already dry and my heart was beating so fast, this definitely wasn't how I planned my night to go. I knew Cleo and I couldn't fuck just yet because of our condition but a little foreplay wouldn't hurt anybody.
And we were too into this now to stop.
Thankfully we were all on the same page and Zayn knew me well enough to not fucking dare to move from his spot on the couch, I trusted him.
This was all about showing and watching... and Cleo managed to become even hotter.
She started to lower my boxers and I helped her, lifting my hips from the couch so I could lower my pants and underwear just enough to free my throbbing length. God, this was too fun.
I knew I was a narcissist but feeling this much power was only making me enjoy this even more.
So I threaded my fingers in the back of her hair and roughly forced her lips to meet mine, invading her mouth with my tongue and keeping her still as I kissed her.
She kept stroking me and brushing her thumb over my leaking tip, teasing me just how she knew I liked until I moaned into her mouth.
I was never someone who was ashamed or embarrassed but Cleo was a bit shy sometimes. That shyness completely disappeared when she was under the influence and combining all of us high and drunk together was a bad idea.
Well, we were bad.
She moaned into my mouth when I deepened the kiss, and I nipped at her bottom lip before I used my grip on her hair to pull her away from me and push her head down.
