Spurring Alison to take action

Alison was sitting on the end of the bed, Joan and Connor pressed against the headboard. Connor was dimly aware that the covers were being pulled at as Joan tried to hide herself again. He reached out, without breaking eye contact with Alison, and pulled Joan towards him by her hair. Not hard or even roughly, but with his fingers tangled in her brown hair Joan was pulled up next to him. Then Connor kissed her cheek, his eyes still turned to their friend.

Alison stared back, eyes wide behind the lenses, as he kissed across Joan's face and softly bit her ear.

"How're you?" he whispered, and he wasn't sure to whom it was addressed. Yes, Connor was the sort of guy who would use whom, but not pussy. He let go of the covers and stroked her side. Alison's were fixed on the couple with a hunger that had her biting her lower lip.

"I think," said Connor softly, "that Alison's enjoying the view." He kept petting Joan's side as though he was calming an animal. He slid his hand across and palmed her breast, squeezing a little. Joan opened her mouth slowly and moaned. Connor broke his stare and looked across at his girlfriend. Joan was staring at Alison as he played with her, holding Joan's hair to keep her kneeling in place while he kissed, licked and pinched. It was the pinched nipple that drew the next vocalisation, a squeak that ended in a breathy sigh.

Connor felt his heart begin to pound. Of course some of that might have been his girlfriend's nipple brushing his hand while she whined in his grasp. Nevertheless, he felt his powers do something. It was frustrating when he caught himself using them, without even awareness of what he was doing let along control. He looked between the two girls, wondering exactly what had happened.

His question was answered as Alison crawled closer, and closed her mouth over Joan's exposed nipple. Joan threw her head back and wailed. Connor decided to join in and lowered his own mouth, letting go of Joan's hair before she pulled it out herself as she moved.

Connor lowered his hand and went to rub at Joan's clit, only to find a hand there already. He paused his sucking and looked. Sure enough, Alison was reaching down and finger fucking his girlfriend.