He’s down

As the words left Harry’s mouth, he nodded with a casual grin. “Yeah, sure,” he said, his tone almost too relaxed for the weight of what had just been asked.

Before Harry could fully process what had just happened, Maddie’s face lit up with excitement. Without missing a beat, she grabbed Ryan’s hand and gave him a playful tug, pulling him toward the stairs. “Come on,” she said with a giggle, her voice laced with anticipation. “Let’s head upstairs.”

Harry stood there, frozen, as he watched them head toward the staircase. Maddie glanced back over her shoulder, her eyes locking with his, the teasing smirk still on her lips. “Keep up, Harry,” she called out, her voice echoing through the house as she led Ryan up the stairs.

His legs felt like they were made of lead as he followed them, his mind a blur of emotions—jealousy, confusion, and a strange, unwanted excitement that gnawed at him. He couldn’t believe what he was about to witness, yet he couldn’t stop himself from trailing behind them as they made their way to his bedroom.

By the time Harry reached the doorway, Maddie had already pulled Ryan inside. She looked back at Harry with a mischievous glint in her eye, as if daring him to step into this new reality she’d created.

Harry hesitated for a moment at the doorway, his heart pounding so loudly he thought it might drown out everything else. He could barely believe what he was seeing: Maddie and Ryan were already tangled up in each other, their lips locked in a deep, passionate kiss as they fumbled with each other’s clothes. Maddie’s hands were pulling at Ryan’s shirt, while Ryan’s hands slid down her waist, tugging at the hem of her top.

“Come on, Harry,” Maddie said breathlessly, pulling away from Ryan just long enough to glance over at him. Her eyes were half-lidded, filled with excitement and anticipation. “Sit down. You don’t want to miss this, do you?”

Her words snapped him out of his daze, and he shuffled toward the chair by the corner of the room, his legs feeling weak beneath him. He sat down, his heart racing in his chest, unable to tear his eyes away from what was happening in front of him.

Maddie and Ryan didn’t waste any time. As soon as Harry was seated, they were back at it, their hands all over each other. Ryan’s shirt came off first, revealing his toned chest, and Maddie’s top followed quickly after, leaving her in just her bra. Their kisses grew more intense, more heated, and Harry could feel a knot forming in his stomach, a mixture of jealousy and something else he couldn’t quite place.

Maddie moaned softly against Ryan’s lips as his hands slid down her back, unclasping her bra with practiced ease. She let it fall to the floor, revealing her perky breast to him, and then looked over at Harry with that same teasing smile

Harry sat frozen in the chair, his breath coming in shallow, uneven bursts as he watched the scene unfolding before him. He couldn’t tear his eyes away, though every part of him wanted to. Maddie and Ryan had stripped down to nothing, and now Ryan stood at the edge of the bed, positioning himself between Maddie’s parted thighs. The air in the room was thick with tension, and the sound of their breathing seemed deafening.

Maddie, completely naked now, looked directly at Harry, her gaze locked on his as Ryan hovered over her. There was a flicker of something in her eyes—triumph, maybe, or satisfaction—paired with the same playful smirk she always wore when teasing him. But this was different. This wasn’t a joke anymore, and Harry knew it.

Ryan, meanwhile, was oblivious to the charged atmosphere between Maddie and Harry. He was focused entirely on Maddie, guiding himself between her thighs. Maddie didn’t break eye contact with Harry for even a second as she let Ryan enter her, her lips parting slightly in a soft gasp. As Ryan gently pressed his tip inside of Madies pussy.

Harry felt his stomach drop as the reality of the situation hit him full ****—his teammate was in bed with his girlfriend, and there was nothing he could do to stop it now.

Maddie’s expression shifted, her eyes never leaving Harry’s as she wrapped her legs around Ryan’s waist, pulling him deeper into her. There was a strange, twisted satisfaction in her gaze, like she was daring Harry to look away, daring him to admit just how far things had gone.

Harry felt his chest tighten, jealousy and humiliation surging through him, but he couldn’t move. He was rooted to the spot, watching helplessly as Maddie and Ryan moved together, Maddie’s breathy moans filling the room. “Oh! fuck! yes!”

It was only a few minutes, but for Harry, it felt like an eternity. The room was filled with Maddie’s loud, breathy moans and Ryan’s deep, animalistic grunts as he relentlessly pounded into her. The sounds were overwhelming, echoing in Harry’s ears, each moan and grunt driving the knife deeper into his gut. His heart was racing, his hands gripping the arms of the chair so tightly his knuckles were white.

Maddie’s cries grew louder, her body arching against Ryan’s, completely caught up in the moment. And through it all, she never stopped looking at Harry. Her eyes stayed locked on his, her face flushed with pleasure as Ryan’s body moved over hers. It was as if she was putting on a show just for him, reveling in the control she had over both men in that moment.

Harry’s mind was a whirlwind of emotions—jealousy, humiliation, arousal. He hated what he was seeing, yet at the same time, he couldn’t look away. His girlfriend was being taken by someone else, one of his own teammates, and her pleasure-filled cries were pushing him to the edge. His body was betraying him, reacting to the intensity of the situation even as his mind screamed that this was wrong.

Ryan was completely focused on Maddie, thrusting harder, his grunts getting louder with each movement. Maddie’s fingers dug into his back, her legs wrapped tighter around him, and her moans became almost frantic. The bed creaked under their movements, adding to the symphony of sounds that filled the room.

Harry couldn’t help but feel a twisted mix of anger and lust coursing through him. Watching Maddie like this, seeing the pleasure she was getting from another man, was tearing him apart inside.

Ryan’s grunts grew more intense, his movements becoming erratic as he reached his climax. With a final thrust, he shuddered, releasing himself deep inside Maddie. Her body tensed beneath him, her moans fading into soft giggles as she felt his warmth fill her. Ryan lingered there for a moment, catching his breath, clearly still dazed by everything that had just happened.

Maddie looked up at him with a playful grin, her fingers trailing lazily across his chest as he pulled out of her. “Thanks, Ryan,” she giggled, her voice still light and teasing. “You can go home now.”

Ryan blinked, looking slightly confused but too caught up in the haze of what had just occurred to really question it. “Uh… yeah, okay,” he mumbled, starting to collect his clothes from the floor. He didn’t seem to fully grasp the situation, still processing what had happened as he awkwardly pulled his shirt over his head.

As Ryan dressed, he glanced over at Harry, who was still sitting silently in the chair, a mix of emotions churning inside him. Ryan gave him an awkward nod, as if trying to make sense of the whole thing. “Uh… thanks, man,” he said, almost as if it were an afterthought.

Harry just stared at him, unable to find the words, his body tense and his mind spinning. Ryan quickly grabbed the rest of his clothes and shuffled toward the door, his confusion evident in the way he moved, but not enough to linger.

Maddie stayed on the bed, watching Ryan leave with that same satisfied smile on her face. Once he was gone, she turned her attention back to Harry, her eyes still gleaming with amusement.