7

Michael

Jackson and I had a mutual agreement. We were both pleased with it, and we vowed to see it through.

Samantha.

We wanted her. Over the years, we've watched her and fallen in love with her. We've been with numerous third parties, but none of them were satisfying.

We wanted Samantha.

She had to go and marry that ungrateful bastard, when we would have given her the world. Now we had a chance. We need to rectify the mistakes of that imbecile. Once we're finished with her, she won't even remember getting married.

She's ours and ours only. She's our princess, and she needs to be treated as such.

I watched Jackson approach her, whilst she's fighting off the guy cunning for her. They both turned to Jackson when he spoke up. My lip twitched when her face lit up in an easy smile, shifting to Jackson's side. Jackson kept a protective arm around her, his thumb brushing her sides. The guy disappeared back into the crowd with a disappointed look. Samantha looked up at Jackson, placing her hand against his chest.

They settled into a short conversation, and occasionally, she looked back at me to smile and wave. I waved back. They started dancing, facing each other. Jackson leaned in to whisper something to her, which made her smile and shake her head at him.

Samantha didn't object to Jackson's hands roaming her body and, instead, leaned into him, resting her tiny hands on his biceps. Things started heating up when another song came on, and Samantha turned to press her back against his front, deliberately placing his hands on her hips. I watched with hooded eyes as Jackson ground on her ass, Samantha meeting his subtle thrusts. She leaned back, reaching back to place her hand on Jackson's face, getting lost in the moment.

I saw the satisfaction and approval in Jackson's face, and he looked up to me with a knowing smirk. His hand gradually slipping lower. I squeezed myself, watching Samantha's face morph into pure...bliss? She seemed to be enjoying his touch.

"Fuck," my eyes zoomed in on her ass rubbing against Jackson's crotch, his face contorted in pure pleasure. His hand snaked around her torso, grazing her breasts. When she didn't object, Jackson buried his face in her neck, making her gasp, burying her fingers through his hand.

Unzipping my pants, I pulled out my hard cock, already dripping with precum. Never have I ever been this turned on by simply watching my man making out with another person. It was a sight for sore eyes. Keeping my eyes on them, I stroked my cock, groaning carelessly. The area was dark enough to hide from the incapable human eyes that cannot see in the dark. Not that I cared. I've fucked Jackson in a restaurant once, with a lady staring with wide eyes from across the restaurant.

"Oh fuck," I picked up speed, squeezing the tip, as Jackson and Samantha were now barely dancing but grinding against each other, creating a delicious friction, no doubt. Samantha's fingers gripped his brown locks tightly. I twitched when I noticed Jackson's hand squeezing her breasts. Her head was pulled to the side, giving access for Jackson to assault her soft spot. He didn't disappoint.

I smirked when he snaked one arm around her waist, keeping her up while kissing her neck. I know how good of a kisser he is. I've fallen victim to those plump lips numerous times, and I loved every moment of it.

Watching them shamelessly get sexual on the dancefloor, right in the middle of the crowd, pushed me on edge, as I stroked my hard cock faster, jerking off to the sensual scene in front of me.

This could go two ways. She might have genuinely enjoyed herself and will most likely want more. Or she could stop this immediately, and it'll be the end of our friendship. We've breached the friendship code. She has to know by now Jackson likes her. He wasn't very discreet about it. No. He went all out.

I threw my head back when I witnessed the most erotic moment before me. Samantha twisted her body to stare up at Jackson, the flames of lust embedded deep in her eyes, licking what's left of her sanity. Jackson turned her body to him and gently took her face. Even with the heels on, she still had to stretch to meet Jackson's lips in a heat of passion. I came hard, twitching on my hand, my cum splattering on the floor, while some stained the pants I had on. I couldn't care less in this blissful sensation. "Oh fuck,"

Panting, I raised my head back up to see them apart, Samantha's wide eyes staring right into my eyes. Her hand covering her mouth. Instead of the expected scowl, I let out a knowing smirk and winked at her. Her eyes widened a fraction. I could tell she was both shocked and guilty for kissing Jackson, but at the same time, she's confused by all this.

She must have sobered up real quick after the realisation of what she's done. She turned to Jackson, who eyed her closely, keeping his distance. She ran her hand through her voluminous curls and started walking away, heading for the private bathroom. The bouncer standing outside, knowing she's the bosses' friend, lets her in.

Jackson rushed over to me, eyeing her disappearing into the said bathroom. "Fuck, did I overdo it?" He started panicking. He looked at me and down to my cock limping against my hand; he smirked. "Seriously, babe?"

"What? You have no idea how hot that was? She kissed you," I defended, grabbing the available tissue paper on the table and wiping myself. Before I could, though, Jackson stopped me and instead, sank down to suck me dry.

"Fuck, baby, don't make me hard again. Not when all I can think about is fucking the two of you, and I can't do that tonight."