20. Sammy
CHAPTER TWENTY
sammy
Sarah straddled Colt, his cock buried inside of her and spreading her apart. I leaned down to kiss her shoulder before shoving her forward gently against him.
Colt cursed, giving a slight thrust. My mind spun with all the things I wanted to do to them as I grabbed the bottle of lube. I poured a generous amount on my cock, applying some to both of them as well.
She moaned as I pushed a finger inside her alongside his cock, stretching her further. It was going to take some work if we were going to get my cock inside her too.
I worked her pussy as I thought about how damn lucky I was. Never in a million years had I thought I'd end up in bed with them together.
I leaned in, studying the way his cock spread her. I continued to tease her, stroking my own with my free hand.
Each of them made the most delicious sounds and I fought the urge to slap her ass. There was a lot I wouldn’t do until the three of us negotiated more.
“Sammy,” she huffed.
“Relax,” I chuckled. “So impatient.”
“Man, I’m so fucking close already,” Colt said.
“I’m sure you can hold out longer.”
He groaned as I continued until I felt like we might stand a chance of fitting me. I inched closer and pressed the head of my cock against her pussy, gliding against Colt as I carefully eased forward.
She gasped and tensed.
“You have to stay relaxed, angel,” I grunted. “Otherwise there’s not a chance in hell.”
Sarah visibly relaxed. Colt held her hips as she kissed him, a soft moan following. I’d never been so fucking turned on in my entire life. I eased forward and pushed inside of her slowly, feeling her grip both of our cocks like a vice.
“Fuck,” I huffed.
“Slow,” Colt panted. “ Fuck .”
He kept muttering fuck as I pushed further inside of her. Sarah groaned and sank back, taking more of me.
“More,” she rasped.
I growled and thrust forward, grabbing a handful of her dark hair and pulling her head back. She gasped as Colt moved his hips, his cock grinding against mine.
I could hardly think straight. I closed my eyes, savoring the moment before finally giving into the frenzied need. I pulled back and then thrust forward. Sarah gasped, her nails leaving angry marks on Colt’s chest as he pumped up and down.
The two of us found a rhythm that was just right, taking her together. I kissed up her back, sliding my hand over Colt’s as we held onto her.
I tightened my grip on her hair and leaned down. “How do we feel?”
“Good,” she groaned.
I tugged her hair and she whimpered. “Too much?” I asked.
“No,” she rasped. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. I’m so close.”
Hearing that made me fuck her harder. She moaned as we slid in and out, Colt’s voice joining ours in chorus. Pleasure rocketed through me as she gasped, clenching around us as she came.
Feeling her orgasm nearly sent me over the edge, but I clung to control, not quite ready to give up the high. I groaned as I thrust harder, holding her in place. I met Colt’s gaze over her shoulder and he huffed, his eyes glazed with lust.
“Fuck,” he grunted, leaning up.
I met him halfway, kissing him hard. Sarah relaxed against his chest, watching the two of us as we continued to fuck her. His tongue swept over my bottom lip before he nipped me, the pain making me grunt. I bit him back, enjoying the sound he made.
“Pull out,” he rasped.
I nodded and pulled back, both of us there. His cock came free and I grabbed hold of him, stroking us together to the end. I shuddered as I came, filling my condom in hot spurts. Colt did the same before melting against the bed, panting.
It took a couple minutes before I could even think again. “Where should I throw the condoms?”
He pointed to the side of the bed. “Trash can,” he rasped.
I nodded and pulled both of our condoms off carefully before leaning over, discarding them. I collapsed on the bed next to them and Sarah rolled between us, fully relaxed.
“I haven’t orgasmed like that in… I can’t even remember,” she said.
“Me neither,” I said, kissing the top of her head. “You smell good,” I mumbled.
She chuckled as Colt held up his thumb.
“You alright, baby?” I asked him.
He raised his head, narrowing his eyes on me. “Baby?”
“Yeah,” I said, fighting a smirk.
He mumbled under his breath.
“What was that?” I asked, raising a brow.
“He said he’s never been called ‘baby’ before,” Sarah said with a soft giggle. She slid her hand into his. “I can call you baby too if you want.”
Colt hummed as he turned onto his side, looking at both of us. “Fine. I’ll take it.”
I chuckled, still studying him. There was an air of vulnerability I’d never seen from him until right now. I wondered if I’d done too much.
“Do you both feel okay?” I asked.
“Yeah,” Sarah said, frowning. “Do you?”
“Of course,” I said.
“I’m more than okay,” Colt said.
I breathed out and relaxed.
It felt right lying in bed with the two of them. Sarah turned over toward me and laid her head on my chest. Colt spooned her, his arm laying over her waist and settling on me. I curled my fingers with his and closed my eyes.
There’d been a lot of big changes for us in a short amount of time. I was grateful to be with them. Thinking about the apartment and how everything was wrecked scared the shit out of me, but I wasn’t alone.
“I want to do this again,” Sarah whispered.
“Me too,” Colt said.
“Again and again,” I teased. “We can plan another date night.”
“Maybe one on a day where there’s not so much chaos,” Sarah said.
I nodded. “I’d like that. Just let me know when, and I’ll make it work.”
“Same,” Colt said, kissing her shoulder.
She let out a soft hum. “I worry that…”
We waited for her to finish her words patiently.
“I worry I’m too much, with everything going on. Are you sure you both want this?”
“Do you want us, Sarah?” Colt asked softly. “Both of us?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “I really do. I can’t choose between you. I don’t want to choose.”
“I don’t want to choose either,” I said. “I care about you both. I want you both.”
“Then we’ll make it work,” Colt said. “We all have lives. We all have things that are happening or have happened. But we can share those burdens and wins with each other.”
Sarah breathed out. “Okay. I’m going to trust that both of you know what you want.”
“I do,” Colt said. “I’ve wanted you for years. And Sammy… I don’t know. I’ve never let myself even think about you until recently.”
“I’ve thought about you,” I mumbled sleepily. I closed my eyes as we continued to talk. “Sometimes things shift, you know? Sometimes you meet someone you’ve known your whole life and think ‘wow, this person is amazing.’ You wonder how you’ve never seen them as more than just a friend. I feel like that about you.”
He squeezed my hand.
“Sarah just knocked me flat on my ass. Colt, you snuck up on me.”
Sarah snickered. “You are a poet, aren’t you?”
I smiled. “I mean, I do write songs sometimes.”
“You’re really good at it,” she said. “I’ve only heard you play a couple times. ”
“Sammy used to sit outside and sulk under the stars,” Colt said. “I remember when you got your first guitar for Christmas. And then your fingertips bleeding because you practiced so damn much.”
I laughed, opening one eye to peek at him. He was smiling too. “Yeah, I played for hours and hours. It was school, homework, and playing guitar. I’m pretty sure my parents regretted getting it.”
He shook his head. “Nah. They were proud of you. We all were.”
My heart squeezed. “Thank you,” I murmured. “I’m going to get us some water. We all need it.”
I slid out of bed before they could protest and left his room for the kitchen. I double checked the locks on the front door before pouring us each a glass of cold water.
What I was feeling right now was hard to put a finger on. I stood at the counter for a few moments, trying to understand it. I hadn’t ever been with anyone who knew me the way Sarah and Colt did.
The connection made me realize how much I’d been missing.
I carried our glasses back down the hall to bed and paused in the doorway, smiling.
Sarah and Colt were curled up, their fingers laced together. I wondered if they looked at me the way they looked at each other.
I felt like they did.
“Drink your water,” I said, handing them each a glass.
“Yes, sir,” Colt said, draining half of his in a gulp.
Sarah shook her head, eyes wide as she took a small sip. “I don’t know how you did that.”
“Easy,” I teased, draining mine.
“So thirsty,” she mumbled.
“Yes, ma’am.” I winked at her.
“Water and a movie?” Colt suggested, reaching for a remote.
“How about a shower, more water, then a movie?” I asked. “I’ll probably fall asleep once I get snuggled up.”
“Well, my bed is big enough for the three of us,” Colt said.
“I’ll set an alarm,” Sarah said. “I’ll sneak out in the morning. But yes, a shower sounds nice…”
“Pretty sure my shower can fit the three of us too.” Colt smirked.
“Let’s find out.”