Confined with the CEO and the Bodyguard

it’s Sadie’s choice who she fucks. I just thought...well, I was pretty sure I was getting some vibes from her earlier, and I’m disappointed to think I misread the situation.
“Beau,” Sadie says nervously. She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and eases off Dakota’s cock. I feel as though I’m her dad catching her with her boyfriend—which is patently not the case, or my erection would be grossly inappropriate. But I’m not. I’m just the old guy feeling left out of this love triangle.
From the nervous way she’s acting, Sadie seems to like feeling caught out.
Dakota exhales sharply. “Jeez, Beau, your timing sucks.”
I’ve startled him. Dakota’s gaze skims over Sadie’s naked body before he collapses back onto the bed. “Sorry. I’ll, uh, head out until you two are finished.”
“Wait.” Sadie’s sharp command halts me mid-turn. Her tits are perfect, perky teardrops topped with the palest nipples I’ve ever seen. Their delicacy is at odds with her otherwise tough exterior. It seems like an indication that her insides are softer than I might otherwise guess. “Beau...” Sadie glances at Dakota, hesitating. “What if you...would you like to join us?”
Hell yes. My dick leaps to attention at her invitation.
Dakota waves me over. It’s a good thing we’ve already discussed this potential situation, not that Sadie needs to know about our presumption. My friend doesn’t sit up. He just raises his head off the bedspread high enough to catch my eye and indicate his approval, the lazy bum.
“Is she too much for you?” I grin at my friend. That gets under Dakota’s skin. He’s young—sometimes I forget he’s not out of his twenties yet—and there’s no way he’s going to admit he can’t keep up with a guy who is eight years his senior. My friend is so easygoing that it’s easy to forget how much pride and ambition he has until I poke a sore spot, whether by accident or on purpose.
This time, it’s on purpose. I’m only half-aware of my movements as I flick the buttons on my plaid shirt open, shrug my arms out of the sleeves and deposit it on the floor. My feet are bare and make no sound on the polished brick floors. When I reach the foot of the bed, Sadie flicks me an unreadable glance before lowering her attention to my waistline. Her hands work the belt buckle of my pants open.
My semi-erect cock bobs free. Sadie sucks me into her mouth with a faint moan. I work my fingers into the slippery strands of her hair. My balls tighten against my body, heavy with need.
“Nice,” Dakota says. He’s rolled over onto his side, head propped up on his hand, watching. Wet sounds fill the air. She’s working my cock like a pro: flicking her tongue over my head, squeezing my shaft with each rhythmic pump. Sadie is bent on driving me to climax. I need to do something to gain control before she pushes me over the edge.
I make a fist in her hair and pull. She freezes. Her mouth is an O around my tip, eyes wide with surprise.
“Take me all the way,” I command. My grip never relaxes. I flex my hips forward—as far as they’ll go with my back still wrenched—and face-fuck her. Sadie chokes, pops off, and swallows hard. I release her. She sits back and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.
“Beau, lay off. She can’t take it.” Dakota says. I side-eye him. I have a pretty good idea of what Sadie needs from me. As if in confirmation, she glares at him. I can practically see her hackles rise. Defiantly, she puts her hands on my hips and pulls me back to the edge of the bed. My shins scrape the frame. She moves onto her knees and gets a better angle.
“Watch me.”
“Ready?” I ask. She pumps me once and nods tersely. Sadie has something to prove, whether to me, or to Dakota, or to herself, I can’t tell. I wind my fist in her hair again and aim her face at my hard length. She opens, and this time there’s no hesitation. I slide deep into her throat, then out a few inches, and even further. Oh, fuck, it’s so good.
Her lips touch the root of my cock. My dark pubic hair tickles her nose. The need to let loose creeps over me, relentless.
At the last second, I pull away. Sadie falls back onto the bedspread, wearing nothing but a triumphant expression. I grab my cock and paint her face and body with creamy streaks of cum. Sadie giggles, dips a finger in one thick stripe and tastes it. Dakota, interested, moves behind her.
The way they cuddle makes me feel like a third wheel. Sadie tilts her chin up. Suddenly she’s not a temptress. She’s all girlfriend, cute and cuddly, besotted with Dakota. The lightning-shift change shouldn’t bug me, but it does.
I can’t sort out whether my concern stems from jealousy or real worry that Sadie will hurt Dakota in some way. For now, I decide I’m being a fool—an old fool. After all, most men of my ripe old age would feel invigorated after getting blown by a talented twenty-two-year-old. I ought to feel like a god. Instead, my back hurts where I sprained it in the fall and I feel like a creepy old pervert.
Age ruins everything, damn it.
But then, Dakota says, “Come on and join us, Beau. We’re gearing up for another round.” He kisses Sadie on the cheek. “Aren’t we?”
“Yes.”
There’s no hesitancy in her voice, no indication that Sadie is anything less than completely down with a threesome. But my back is aching and I don’t feel right about the situation. If you’d told me a week ago that I’d turn down the opportunity to fuck a willing, beautiful woman, I would’ve laughed in your face.
But that’s what I do now. “Nah, I’m going to leave you two lovebirds to your sexytimes. Thanks for the blowjob, Sadie.”
I nod and