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My boyfriend, Angelo, was currently in the other room, with his headset clamped over his ears. His thumbs twitched against a controller as he navigated digital battlefields. He felt safe there, cocooned in a reality where he was the hero. Unlike the reality of our house.
My “friend,” William, had stopped by and was leaning against our kitchen island. He didn’t look at me with the weary, predictable comfort that Angelo offered. He looked at me as if he was planning to devour me whole. After a bit of innocent flirting back and forth, William stepped closer to me. “He’s still playing?” he murmured, before licking his lips.
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I took a slow sip of my drink, as my eyes locked onto William. “He’s obsessed with the endgame,” I whispered, rolling my eyes. I could hear the muffled shouts from the bedroom. Annoying.
William reached out, tracing the line of my throat as I giggled. “Does he know?” he asked, while brushing his thumb against my pulse point. “He knows you’re here,” I replied, smiling. “He just thinks we’re friends.” That was the exquisite cruelty of it. Our friendship was based on how many times William could make me cum while sucking on my clit. It was based on how long I could edge him until he couldn’t stand it anymore, and blew his load all over my tits.
I walked toward the bedroom door, leaving it cracked just enough for the light from the hallway to spill across the floor. I didn’t bother closing it. It’s not like Angelo was paying attention to anything except his game.
William pressed me against the wall, while his hands frantically roamed downward to remove my wet panties. I locked eyes with the sliver of the bedroom door. In the corner of my vision, I could see Angelo’s silhouette. That idiot was hunched over, staring at his computer screen, completely oblivious to the fact that his “safe” life as he knew it was being dismantled only inches away from where he battled whatever creatures he came across in that pathetic video game he played daily.
The guilt should have tasted bitter, but it honestly didn’t. I let out a sharp, ragged breath, tilting my head back as William kissed his way down my belly, all the way to my throbbing clit.
Angelo didn’t turn around. He was far too distracted to hear us. And I think that was the most delicious part of all.
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