Watch Me Take It

The laptop was the window they had agreed on.

Camille was thirty-five, in a hotel two streets from her boyfriend's flat. Noah was thirty-two. On the screen, their friend Eden, thirty-four, sat in his own room with his cock out and his mic on. Camille had said she wanted to be fucked while someone watched. Noah had said he wanted to be the one doing it. Eden had said he wanted to see.

"Still yes?" Camille asked the screen.

"Still yes," Eden said. "Don't mute me."

Noah bent her over the desk, facing the camera, and pushed in. Camille moaned and looked at Eden looking. The angle was obscene and on purpose. Noah fucked her hard and told her to tell Eden what she felt. She did. Eden stroked himself in time. Camille came with her eyes on the screen. Noah came inside her. Eden came a minute later, cursing, visible, grateful.

"Same time next week," Camille said. "Closer. I want him in the chair, not the laptop."

Noah kissed her shoulder. Eden, on the screen, said yes.

They did not close the laptop. Camille rode Noah facing the camera and told Eden every filthy thing she felt. Eden stroked himself and came again, smaller, grateful. Noah came inside her and stayed there so Eden could see. Next week Eden was in the chair, not the screen. Camille looked at him while Noah fucked her over the desk and came with her eyes open. Eden came in his fist. She kissed Noah, then Eden's mouth, and said the watching was the point and the fucking was the proof. They booked the same room. The laptop stayed in the bag.

Eden took the chair and did not touch until Camille said. Noah fucked her over the desk facing him. She told Eden what his watching did to her cunt. Eden stroked himself and waited. She came with her eyes on him. Noah came inside her. Eden came when she said he could. Then she had Eden's mouth on her while Noah watched, and the circle closed without anyone being left in a laptop. They booked the room again. Camille kissed them both. The screen stayed dark. The chair did not. She wanted to be seen. They wanted to see. That was the whole plot, and the fuck was the proof.

Eden in the chair was better than Eden on the screen. Camille looked at him while Noah fucked her and talked to him, filthy, exact. She came with her eyes open. Noah came inside her so the watching had a finish. Eden came in his fist when she said. Then she had Eden's mouth while Noah watched, and the want moved around the room without leaving anyone out. They booked the hotel again. The laptop stayed shut. Camille wanted to be seen taking it. They wanted to see. She kissed them both at the door and said next time the chair closer. They said yes. The corridor did not know. The room did.

Camille moved the chair closer, as promised. Noah fucked her facing Eden and she did not look away. She came talking. Noah came inside her. Eden came when she nodded. Then Eden's mouth, Noah watching, her hand in Eden's hair, the circle honest. They did it again before checkout, slower, her on Noah's cock, Eden's hand on her clit, all of them visible to each other. She said the fantasy had been the screen. The fact was the room. They booked another night. The laptop stayed in the bag like a retired witness. She wanted eyes on her while she took it. They gave her eyes, and cocks, and a yes that did not flicker.

The chair moved closer every time until Eden could hear Camille breathe. Noah fucked her facing him. She came looking at Eden. Noah came inside her. Eden came in his hand and then, when she asked, in her mouth while Noah watched. The circle held. They did the slow one after, her on Noah, Eden's fingers on her clit, all of them done with the laptop. Camille said the fantasy was being seen taking it. They saw her. She saw them seeing. Checkout was late. She kissed them both in the lift and said next week the same chair. They said yes before the doors opened. The bag with the laptop stayed zipped.

The laptop stayed zipped. The chair did not. Camille came with both of them watching and said that was the whole plot, done out loud.