Chapter 21 #2
Wells was pleading with Bru who was, for some reason, egging all this on. He was pushing Wells on me, and I didn’t resist it. If anything, I curled into Wells. I let his scent (and Bru’s) surround me.
What’s happening?
I didn’t know, but whatever it was I wasn’t fighting it. My eyes closed as I let Bru sandwich Wells between us.
“Give in,” I heard Bru say, and, when I opened my eyes, I saw Bru bite Wells’s ear. Wells groaned, and his eyes flashed wide. It was like something changed in them and whatever it was had Wells pinning me to the wall all by himself. He craned his big body and bit my mouth so hard I called out.
Wells growled.
“Fuck,” he ground out, and, once I had him, I didn’t let him go away. I kissed him back, hard, and he started grinding into me.
Bru made him.
Bru’s hands were no longer on Wells’s. They were on Wells’s hips. Bru slammed Wells into me, and I nearly melted into a puddle. My legs widened on their own, and, when I lifted one, I felt a hand lasso around my thigh.
It was Bru. Bru was keeping Wells and me together. Bru squeezed my thigh, and at the same time, he gripped Wells’s hip. He was making Wells thrust into me, and I felt every bit of hardness between my thighs. Wells was hard…
And he was hard because of me.
“Stop,” Wells said, his eyes shut tight, his voice raw. I thought he was telling Bru to stop, but I noticed Bru’s hands were no longer on Wells’s hips. Wells was thrusting against me all on his own. Wells pressed his forehead against mine. “Stop this.”
But he kept rubbing himself into me. Like he was telling himself to stop, and a noise left my throat as he widened my legs. His fingers bit into my thighs, and he pushed them so hard against the wall. Like he was trying to find the will to stop. But then Bru did the craziest thing.
He unbuckled Wells’s pants.
Bru unzipped them too, and Wells actually shook. Dipping his head, Wells shoved his tongue down my throat and kissed me so deeply that I lost my breath. My arms instantly wrapped around Wells’s neck just to hold on.
Bru spit into his hand.
Bru made eye contact with me while he slipped his hand into the back of Wells’s pants. There was a hazy look in his dark eyes like something carnal took over him. He squeezed Wells’s shoulder. “Give in to her, man.”
And then Bru’s hand was moving, his shoulder working in his t-shirt as he thrust his hand into Wells’s pants again and again. The veins in his bicep surged through his tan skin, and Wells’s kiss deepened.
“Fucking shit.” Wells started devouring my mouth, and his hips moved each time Bru worked his shoulder, his hand. Bru was fucking Wells’s ass while Wells fucked me through my skirt.
Oh, God.
I was holding on tight to Wells, my hips moving too. Somehow, all three of us were so in sync, and Bru even closed his eyes. Like this was doing just as much for him as it was for Wells and me.
“Squeak.” Wells’s voice ached again, and this time, he had his hands on my face. He widened my mouth to take his kiss deeper, his eyes shut so tight. “I’m sorry.”
I didn’t know what he was apologizing for, and I couldn’t focus as I tumbled over the cliff. I came as Bru’s hand picked up in Wells’s pants.
Wells came in his boxers.
Wells actually let go of me to grab himself, and Bru kissed his neck while Wells shuddered.
Bru had a visible hard-on, but he didn’t tend to himself.
He kissed Wells’s neck, but, at the same time, he held my hand.
I didn’t know when he’d taken it, and I wondered when he did.
His thumb rubbed across the top of my hand. He tended to me just as much as Wells.
Something warmed my stomach thinking about that. I squeezed his hand back, and he looked up and smiled at me. He made no moves to get himself off. Like what happened was enough for him.
Wells’s head lifted. He’d rested it on my shoulder while he came, and only after the circulation returned to my legs did I realize that Wells had been the only thing that had kept me from hitting the floor. He may have grabbed himself when he’d come, but he also held me. He didn’t let me fall.
And he was staring at the floor.
He wasn’t moving, but he was breathing. He closed his eyes, and his mouth parted like he was going to say something.
He didn’t get the chance.
A door slammed in the house and I was on my own after Wells got me stable. He may have kept me from falling, but he wasn’t staying. He dashed out of the room just before Dorian, Sloane, Ares, and Fawn entered.
“Hey, guys. How was the movie?” Bru asked from the couch. He had a hoodie on all of a sudden, and a pillow on his lap. It happened to conveniently cover what I knew to be a hard-on in his jeans.
What happened?
I didn’t know, but it was the most erotic thing I’d ever experienced in my whole life. I’d never experienced anything so sexual, and I had had sex.
I’d had sex.
I didn’t want to think about that in that moment. It’d soil what just happened.
Another door slammed in the house, and I had to assume that was Wells.
“Movie was good,” my brother, Thatcher, said as he came into the room too. He pointed out of the living room. “Where’s Wells going? I just passed him. Y’all ain’t fighting anymore, right?”
“Still don’t know what that was about,” Dorian said, frowning. He dropped an arm around Sloane. “You guys have been having this weird tension for a while now.”
Everyone looked at Bru, including Ares and Fawn.
Bru started to say something, but he was always saving face. Deciding to save him from that this time, I smiled at the group. “They’re not fighting. Actually, I came in on them reconciling.”
I never lied, but I did tonight.
That was twice now.
Earlier tonight, I lied when Sloane and the others asked if I wanted to see the movie. I said I didn’t want to even though it was a rom-com with some of my favorite actors in it. But I opted out to basically stalk Wells tonight.
I wanted to talk to him.
We ended up doing more than talking, and all Bru did was nod at me before he moved the conversation on to how the movie was again. He lied to them too when he didn’t really lie either.
I guess now we were both liars.