Chapter 2: Gagged on the Phone - A Live Show for Beth
The room swam back into focus through a haze of spent adrenaline and sweat. Sally lay between them, breathing deep and steady, completely knocked out. A thin sheen of sweat coated her back, and one arm was flung out towards the coffee table as if she’d been reaching for something before oblivion took her.
Jeremy’s cock was still hard, a heavy, impatient weight against his thigh. The sight of Liam, kneeling beside the couch, his own arousal evident, pushed a raw, new impulse to the forefront. The energy hadn't dissipated; it had just been waiting for a new direction.
Without a word, Jeremy moved. He grabbed a fistful of Liam’s dark, damp hair and pulled. It wasn’t gentle. Liam’s eyes, wide with surprise for a split second, then glinting with understanding, met his. Jeremy guided himself forward, the head of his cock pressing against Liam’s lips.
“Open,” Jeremy commanded, his voice gravelly and low.
A slow, wicked smile spread across Liam’s face. He opened his mouth obediently, his tongue darting out to taste the salt and Sally still on Jeremy’s skin. Then Jeremy pushed in, not waiting for further invitation, filling his mouth. Liam’s eyes fluttered shut as he began to suck, a low, appreciative groan vibrating around Jeremy’s shaft.
The sensation was electric, wholly different from anything else. The heat was the same, but the pressure, the scratch of stubble, the controlled force of a man who knew what he was doing—it sent a jolt straight to Jeremy’s core. He watched, mesmerized, as his length disappeared between Liam’s lips.
It was then that Sally’s phone, discarded on the floor, lit up and vibrated. The screen showed Beth’s name, a picture of her smiling, perfectly styled face popping up. In the tangled mess of limbs and discarded clothes, a stray elbow hit the answer button.
“Sal? Hello? I’m downstairs, buzz me up. I left my jacket after the movies the other night and I’ve got a showing early tomorr—” Beth’s voice, crisp and slightly annoyed, cut through the thick air and then stopped abruptly. She had heard the wet, rhythmic sounds.
Jeremy didn’t stop. He tightened his grip in Liam’s hair, fucking his mouth with shallow, deliberate thrusts. He leaned down, his mouth close to the phone on the floor.
“Yeah, suck it like you mean it,” he growled, the words meant for Liam, but spoken for Beth.
A sharp, shocked inhale came through the speaker. Then, silence, save for the obscene, sloppy sounds of Liam working him, the wet gulps and gags as Jeremy pushed deeper. Jeremy could almost hear the gears turning in Beth’s head, the pristine image of her friend’s life she held in her mind shattering in real time.
Then, her breathing changed. It became ragged, audible. A soft, almost imperceptible sigh.
“Oh my god,” she whispered, not in disgust, but in awe.
“Come on up, Beth,” Jeremy said, his voice strained as he pushed Liam’s head down, holding him there for a long moment. “Door’s unlocked. See for yourself.”
He pulled Liam off him with a pop. Liam gasped for air, a string of saliva connecting his lips to Jeremy’s glistening cock. His eyes were wild, hungry.
Less than a minute later, the apartment door clicked open. Beth stood there, frozen in the threshold. Her blonde bob was perfect, her blouse crisply ironed, a stark contrast to the scene of debauchery in front of her. Her eyes widened, scanning the room: Sally, passed out naked on the couch; Liam on his knees, chest heaving; Jeremy, standing over him, fully erect and utterly unashamed.
Her hand flew to her mouth. But she didn’t leave. She just stared, her gaze locked on Jeremy, her cheeks flushing a deep, telling crimson.
“See something you like?” Jeremy asked, his tone challenging, his hand still resting possessively on Liam’s head.
Beth didn’t answer with words. She took a hesitant step inside, then another, letting the door swing shut behind her. Her judgmental facade was crumbling, replaced by a raw, undeniable curiosity. She was still clutching her keys, her knuckles white.
Liam twisted his head, looking up at her with a sly grin. “The more the merrier, Beth. You look tense.”
Jeremy reached out with his free hand, catching Beth’s wrist. He pulled her gently, irresistibly, towards him. She didn’t resist. Her eyes were glued to his cock, then to Liam’s mouth.
“Your turn to watch,” Jeremy murmured, pulling her close so her hip was against his side. He turned his attention back to Liam. “Now, where were we?”
He guided himself back into Liam’s waiting mouth, this time deeper, setting a faster, more demanding pace. Beth watched, her breath hitching with each thrust. She watched the way Liam’s throat worked, the way his hands gripped Jeremy’s thighs for balance. She saw the raw power in Jeremy’s body, the complete control he exerted.
Slowly, as if in a trance, her free hand came up. She didn’t touch Jeremy. She brought her fingers to her own lips, her eyes wide with a revelation she never saw coming. The pristine real estate agent was gone, and in her place was a woman discovering a hunger she didn't know she possessed, right there in the wreckage of her friend's living room. The party was far from over.