The Size of Texas – Part 8

Everyone in this story is 18+

I swallowed hard, heat crawling up my neck. Ashlee’s weight shifted on Troy’s lap, her bikini straps sliding against his shoulders. The music outside was still pounding, muffled through the walls, but in here everything felt quieter — like the world had shrunk to the three of us.

“What about Ayden?” I blurted, voice cracking in a way that made me hate myself instantly. “Should someone… go talk to him?”

Ashlee didn’t even glance toward the hallway. “What do you care? He just went to pout. We can talk to him tomorrow.”

Her eyes flicked to me, sharp and searching. “What do you care, anyway? You don’t even like him.”

I froze. My chest felt tight. “Yeah. Right. Don’t like him.”

Lay low, I thought. Lay low, or she’ll see it on your face.

She turned back to Troy, fingertips tracing lazy patterns on his chest. “So,” she purred, “how do you feel about… us?”

Troy blinked. “Us?”

“A threesome,” Ashlee said, sweet as candy. “Me, you, Dallas.”

Troy hesitated, then shrugged, surprisingly chill. “I mean… I’m down, I guess. As long as I don’t have to do anything with Dallas. No offense, Dall. I really like you, just… I don’t swing that way.”

My mouth worked faster than my brain. “It’s okay. Me neither.”

And maybe I meant it. But maybe I didn’t — because my erection didn’t seem to get the memo.

Ashlee grinned like she’d just won something. “Good. Because I wasn’t planning to share you two anyway.”

She leaned in and kissed Troy — soft at first, then hungrier, hands roaming over his broad shoulders. He kissed back with that effortless golden-retriever energy, open and eager.

And me?

I sat frozen on the couch, pulse hammering, hand slipping into my shorts before I even realized I was doing it.

I didn’t know if it was her — my girlfriend, literally cheating in front of me — or him — Troy, shirtless and stupidly perfect — or the way they looked together.

Maybe it wasn’t cheating if I was just watching.

Maybe it was worse.

Ashlee broke the kiss just long enough to glance back at me. Her lips were swollen, breath shallow, eyes glinting with something I’d never seen on her face before.

“Come on,” she whispered, voice low and honey-sweet. “Let’s take this to our room.”

Troy looked at me. Not awkward, not ashamed — just waiting.

And me?

I was rock hard, hand still in my shorts, pulse loud in my ears. So, I stood up and walked to the bedroom.

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The room smelled like sweat, faint chlorine and tequila, music thumping faintly through the floorboards. Clothes hit the carpet in messy piles.

Ashlee was back on Troy’s lap, kissing him with the kind of hunger she’d never once had for me — nails in his hair, hips grinding, her laugh turning sharp when he pulled at her bikini top.

I tried to stay in it, tried to kiss her shoulder, her neck, anything — but every time I moved closer, Troy’s hands were already there. His mouth already there.

“God, babe,” Ashlee moaned, tilting her head back. “You’re so… thick.”

Troy grinned, sheepish and cocky all at once. “Guess I’m lucky?”

Lucky, indeed.

I sat there, hard and silent, watching as she pulled him down onto the bed, straddling him without hesitation. Nails scraping his abs like she’d been waiting all night to do it.

“Sit back,” she breathed, shoving him onto the edge of the mattress.

Troy blinked, surprised but not protesting.

Ashlee dropped to her knees.

For a second, she looked at me over her shoulder — like I was part of this too. Her hand reached back, tugged at my shorts, gave me two lazy strokes, a quick kiss along the side of my shaft. Teasing. It felt Token.

But her real focus was Troy.

Her lips wrapped around him and I swear the room tilted. She went balls deep, no hesitation — hands braced on his thighs, throat working as she pushed herself until her nose was buried against him.

“Holy fuck,” Troy gasped, hands fisting in her hair. “Jesus, Ashlee—”

She pulled back, spit slick and smiling, then dove down again harder. No rhythm, just hunger. Very aggressive.

I stood there, half naked and rock hard, watching my girlfriend deepthroat another guy like I didn’t even exist — but to be fair, I’d already been demolished by her brother in his hotel room some time ago. Who was I to complain?

My hand tightened in my lap. I couldn’t tell if I hated it… or if I was harder than I’d ever been in my life.

 “Dallas,” Ashlee panted between strokes, glancing at me briefly. “Come here..”

I dropped to my knees beside her. She gave me two more absent licks — lazy, almost pitying — before turning back to Troy, mouth wide, throat open, moaning around him like a porn star.

Troy laughed breathlessly. “Shit… this is… fuck, this is insane.”

And then Ashlee broke away, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and climbed onto Troy’s lap.

“Fuck me,” she breathed.

He straddled Ashlee easily, lining himself up with practiced hands, his breath catching as he sank into her pussy slow.

Troy hissed through his teeth, gripping her hips.

“Jesus,” he muttered, jaw clenching. “You’re tight.”

Ashlee moaned — low and open — and rocked her hips against him. Her head fell back, lips parted, eyes fluttering shut like he’d just lit her up from the inside.

I watched as she took him completely, skin slapping skin, the stretch of it making her gasp and then groan, loud and wanton.

They moved like I wasn’t even there — Ashlee gasping, Troy grunting, the mattress squeaking under them. I hovered uselessly until she glanced at me, hair sticking to her forehead, eyes glassy.

“Dallas,” she panted. “Come here. Lick me while he’s inside.”

My throat went dry, but I obeyed. Crawled closer, lips on her clit as Troy fucked into her hard enough to shake the bedframe.

Her thighs clamped around my head. My tongue moved on instinct. Troy’s hips pistoned just inches above me.

And then it happened.

One thrust went too high, too far — and suddenly his cock slammed right past my lips, down my throat before I even had time to react.

I gagged. Choked. Pulled back instantly.

“Whoops,” Ashlee giggled breathlessly, not even breaking rhythm. “Maybe go take some water.”

“Oh shit!” Troy yelped, half laughing, half horrified. “Sorry, bro! Shit — your girlfriend is so tight. Uh… is it cool if I put it back inside her?”

I coughed, wiping my mouth. “Sure,” I croaked.

And he did.

Ashlee moaned louder, playing it up now, tossing her hair, talking like she was auditioning for Pornhub. Troy ate it up. Neither of them even noticed me slipping away.

The hallway was dark. Quiet.

I stumbled into the kitchen, still hard, still trembling, fumbling for a glass of water like it might wash any of this away.

“They didn’t even notice I left,” I muttered to nobody.

And God help me — I was still hard. Still thinking about it. The humiliation. The way my stomach dropped when Troy accidentally — throatfucked me.

 “Feel left out?”

The voice came from the dark. Smooth. Amused, too fucking amused.

I froze.

Ayden stepped out of the shadows, leaning against the counter like he’d been waiting there the whole time.

“But still so hard,” he teased, eyes dropping. “Babe… I really don’t think you’re so straight after all.”

My mouth went dry.

“I think,” Ayden continued, stepping closer. “Also, you get off on being humiliated. Don’t you?”

I didn’t answer. Couldn’t.

“It’s okay,” he said softly, tilting my chin up with one finger. “I don’t mind being the one to break you. Just admit it. Say yes — and I’ll fuck you right here. Bend you over this kitchen counter and make you forget your own name.”

His breath was warm against my cheek, lips a whisper away.

“If not,” he added, voice dropping even lower, “just say no. I’ll never hit on you again. I’ll leave you alone forever.”

Silence stretched between us.

“So,” Ayden smirked, thumb brushing my lower lip. “What’s it gonna be?”