Strahm could feel the dull pain of his lower lip as she sucked at it, gnawing on it; he leaned in, letting her back on her heels. She grasped a fistful of his hair, nails scraping against his scalp, her mouth still clamped onto his.
He was dimly aware of Hoffman’s body pressing against his back, of the man’s large hands rubbing their thumbs into his shoulders. As he closed his eyes, he could feel those hands start to move down, moving along his belt to his gut. He definitely felt one of those hands reach in, take hold of him, hardening to the rough, sandpapery touch.
“You like that, don’t you?” Hoffman breathed into Strahm’s ear, his hand and Amanda’s lips preventing the agent from replying in anything other than a muffled moan. Hoffman’s lips moved from ear to the crook of his neck, as he began to yank his hand up and down to Strahm’s gasps.
“Peter...” Amanda’s own hand began to reach for his crotch, wondering how hard and throbbing he’d be by this time... definitely not as throbbing as the rapid movements inside his pants, not as hard as the hand wrapped around his cock. She looked up, noting Hoffman’s sharp blue eyes giving her the clear message: You’re redundant, bitch.
The look of confusion in her eyes was almost worth how... unnatural it felt to Hoffman, to be feeling that familiar organ, but not to feel anything in return, to feel his wrist jerk back and forth, but not to feel any elation from down there. Now that Amanda had relinquished her hold on Strahm’s mouth, he could hear the cries of pleasure clearer than before, but the fact that they weren’t his moans unsettled him more than the fact that he was, in all due respects, giving a handjob to another man. If Matthews and Rigg saw me like this... probably shit themselves laughing... fuck them, at least you’re showing her what you can do... He took a step back, dragging Strahm with him, falling back into the couch, letting the agent settle into his lap.
Amanda, fully gathering the fact that Hoffman was pleasuring Strahm, that he had stolen her hook-up for the night, stepped toward the pair, cheeks flushing with rage and, let’s face it girl, you’re pissed that he’s getting a nice, good feel of what rightfully belongs in you, and they’re both enjoying the hell out of it.
She straddled the pair, keeping her hips at a distance from Strahm’s, leaning in to brush her lips against his. Her hands found his, gripping the fabric of the sofa; her fingers pried his hands away, bringing them to her chest, letting him squeeze her.
“Stop trying, Amanda, this is our time.” Hoffman smirked with that statement, tightening his grip to an increase in Strahm’s moans.
“Oh yeah?” she panted, whimpering as her hook-up’s nails dug into the skin under her clothes. “Seems like I’m adding a little to his fun.”
“You trying to suggest something there?”
“Maybe I’m trying to suggest that he’s a little more interested in feeling up a woman rather than having a fag jerk him off.”
“Seems like he can’t get any stiffer... with or without you.”
Amanda pried Strahm’s hands from her breasts, bringing them back to the sofa, where they resumed to scrunch up the material. She lowered his head, tried to straighten her back, pushing herself closer to him, until his lips were on the same level as her chest. Gripping the back of his head, she pushed his mouth onto her tit, biting her lower lip as his tongue circled the hardened nub of her nipple, moaning into her flesh.
“Getting any stiffer now?” she half-gasped, yelping as he bit down. She could see Hoffman grit his teeth as he jerked his wrist back and forth harder, faster, bringing a smile to her face followed by another shriek as he sank his teeth into her, harder.
Strahm could feel himself thrust into Hoffman’s hand as he approached a climax, as all the twisted pleasure, gained from another man’s rough-skinned palm and fingers and the feeling of a nipple belonging a girl he knew nothing about against his tongue, started to intensify. He began to gnaw her, the harsh cries resulting from his teeth adding to his excitement. His exclamations, muffled by Amanda, increased in volume, while his hands dug into the material of the sofa as he came, his liquid rushing out of him in a moment of total bliss.
For a few seconds, all that could be heard was the panting of the three, as Amanda clambered off of the two, settling herself next to them. Hoffman slipped his now-dripping hand out of Strahm’s slacks, gently pushing the agent out of his lap.
“You two stay here... I have to wash up.”
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