It Shouldn't Have Come To This

The sound of moans filled everywhere as Jaden stepped into the house.

“Fuck you, bitch!” Steve’s voice, unmistakable and filthy, echoed down the hallway like a slap to the face. Jaden’s chest tightened. His heart slowed, then pounded again. He knew. Knew what he was walking into.

He followed the sounds, step by heavy step, until he stood in the open doorway of the living room. There she was. Lucy. Naked, legs wide, riding Steve like she was born for it. Her tits bounced with each grind, her head thrown back in a moan that curled something sharp and dark in Jaden’s gut.

Steve’s eyes met his first. Not surprised. Not sorry. Just smug. The bastard even smirked.

Then Lucy noticed him.

She gasped. “Jaden?”

“I can see you're enjoying yourself,” he said, cold and slow.

Her cheeks flushed. She froze and then scrambled off Steve, breasts bouncing as she grabbed for a pillow to cover herself. It was pathetic. She looked like a little girl caught doing something filthy. Because she was.

Steve didn’t move. He stayed there on the couch, cock still hard, slick with Lucy’s wetness. He looked up at Jaden, all casual, one arm slung over the back of the sofa like this was just another afternoon.

“Don't worry, baby,” Steve said with a grin. “It’s about time I fucked your pretty boyfriend.”

Jaden didn’t speak. He didn’t even flinch. He just walked into the room, step by step, until he was standing right in front of the two of them. Lucy looked like she wanted to vanish. Steve looked like he wanted to be kissed or punched. Maybe both.

Jaden’s voice came out low. “So this is the kind of whore you are.”

Lucy’s lip trembled. “Jaden, I didn’t know you were coming—”

“I’m sure you didn’t.” He looked down at Steve, who hadn’t even bothered to pull his pants back up.

Steve tilted his head. “Are you mad at her or mad that I beat you to it?”

Jaden’s jaw twitched. “You think I didn’t know what she was?”

“You knew,” Steve said, his eyes narrowing as he stood slowly, inch by inch. Their bodies were close now. Almost touching. “But you needed to see it. I needed to feel it.”

Jaden stared at him down. “You still want to try it?”

Steve smirked. “Oh I want to do more than try it. But I want her to watch.”

Lucy gasped. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

Jaden ignored her. He reached for Steve’s jaw and kissed him.

It was not soft.

It was not gentle.

It was teeth and heat and years of hate shoved into a single moment.

Steve groaned against him and grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him in harder. Their mouths moved with practiced hunger like they had done this in dreams but never dared in daylight. Tongues tangled, lips swollen already. Lucy was staring now, eyes wide, pillow still clutched to her chest like it could shield her from what was unfolding in front of her.

Jaden broke the kiss. His voice came out rough. “Strip.”

Steve didn’t hesitate. He peeled off his shirt, muscles flexing under tanned skin. His pants were already undone. He stepped out of them and kicked them aside. Then he stood there, naked, cock hard, body lean and covered in light sweat.

“Get on your knees,” Jaden said.

Steve sank down, hands sliding up Jaden’s thighs as he looked up at him, waiting.

Jaden kept his eyes on Lucy as he undid his belt, the leather sliding through the loops with a slow hiss. Her mouth was parted. Her pupils were blown wide. She wasn’t running. She wasn’t screaming. She was watching.

“You gonna stop this?” Jaden asked her.

She didn’t answer. Her legs were pressed together now. Her cheeks flushed again, this time not from shame.

Jaden freed his cock, already half-hard, and pushed it toward Steve’s mouth. “Then watch.”

Steve didn’t hesitate. He opened his mouth and took him in. Jaden hissed, head tilting back as the warmth of Steve’s tongue wrapped around him. It wasn’t a tease. Steve sucked like he meant it. Like he had imagined this a hundred times. He moaned around the thick length, one hand gripping the base, the other stroking Jaden’s thigh. Wet sounds filled the room.

Jaden tangled his fingers in Steve’s hair and shoved deeper.

“Fuck,” he breathed.

Steve gagged and kept going.

Jaden looked at Lucy. “You like seeing him choke on my cock? You thought about that when you were riding him?”

Her hand was between her thighs now, the pillow forgotten. She didn’t say anything. Didn’t have to.

Jaden pulled out of Steve’s mouth with a wet pop. “Get on the couch.”

Steve climbed onto it, settling on his hands and knees. He looked over his shoulder with a smirk, ass in the air, taunting.

Jaden spat in his hand and slicked himself up. Then he stepped behind Steve and pushed in without warning.

Steve gasped, body jolting forward.

“Shit,” he breathed.

Jaden grabbed his hips and slammed into him, hard and deep.

Each thrust sent a slap echoing through the room. Flesh against flesh. Steve moaned like he couldn’t help it, like this was what he had wanted all along. Jaden grunted with each push, fingers digging into Steve’s waist as he used him.

Lucy was moaning now too. One hand between her thighs, the other squeezing her breast. Her legs were open and shaking.

“You like that?” Jaden growled. “You like watching me ruin him?”

She nodded, biting her lip.

Steve’s voice came out ragged. “Harder.”

Jaden grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled. “Say it.”

“Fuck me harder,” Steve begged. “Use me.”

Jaden did.

He fucked him like he meant to break him, hips snapping forward with brutal rhythm. Steve’s arms gave out and he dropped onto the cushions, moaning into them, body shaking with each thrust.

“Touch yourself,” Jaden told him.

Steve obeyed instantly, reaching under himself to stroke his cock as Jaden kept driving into him.

Lucy whimpered, breathless. “I’m gonna come.”

Jaden looked at her. “Then fucking come.”o

She did, crying out, legs shaking.

Steve groaned, body going tight. “I’m close.”

“Don’t you come until I say.”

Steve bit his lip and nodded, teeth clenched.

Jaden’s pace became wild. He was close too. His body tensed. He pulled Steve’s head back again and growled in his ear.

“You wanted to fuck my girl. You did. Now I’m fucking you like a slut. How does it feel?”

Steve was panting. “So good. I’m yours. Just yours.”

That was it.

Jaden buried himself deep and came with a groan, spilling inside him. He didn’t pull out right away. He just held him there, breathing hard against his neck.

When he finally pulled out, Steve collapsed onto the couch, body twitching.

“Now,” Jaden said. “You can come.”

Steve didn’t need more than that. He groaned and shot across the cushions, legs trembling as his orgasm ripped through him.

Lucy stared at both of them, her body still sensitive and flushed.

Jaden sat back, eyes on her. “Next time you want attention, try asking for it. Or maybe you’d like to be next.”

She didn’t answer.

But the look in her eyes said yes.