Chapter Five – Luna
Chapter Five
Luna
I knew the piercing studio wasn’t the ideal place for a threesome—but sometimes the sexiness of a thing wasn’t about appropriateness—it was its inappropriateness, the thrill, the frisson that you might get caught.
We were starting off the night already caught, so I had the advantage.
“Thanks for coming back here with me,” I told both of them.
They were looking for places to get comfortable and giving one another ‘can you believe this?’ looks.
“I know it may seem like I’m not picky—but I am.
I just got out of a long relationship,” I said, beginning to tug the bottom of my shirt up.
I tossed my hair like a spirited horse, before pulling my shirt fully off.
My nipples ached where I’d pierced them—the roughness of the shirt rolling over them and then their sudden freedom made me pant.
Both of the boys just stood there, looking at me.
“Do you need an invitation?” I said, hooking my thumbs into the top of my pants.
“No,” they both said as one, and started shucking off their jackets.
Both of them were delectable. I fully believed they’d triumphed in whatever sporting event they’d just won. Their chests were wide, with rolling pecs I could see as they hitched off their shirts, and their stomachs were the kind most girls would dream of eating off of.
“I like that,” I breathed, coming up to the blonde, to touch him. I pulled my hands down his chest as I leaned up. His eyes were still uncertain, but he opened his mouth up for my kiss.
Kissing is a skill, and Rosalie had spent years teaching me—and sending me out to practice.
I twisted my head to fit his mouth better and gently pressed my tongue in.
He wasn’t eager, yet, but I ground my body up against his, the pressure from his chest setting my nipples on fire, and I played with him, pulling my head back a little, before recommitting and pushing forward, re-enacting the thing with him that I hoped he would do to me, and he gave in in a rush.
His tongue pushed deep into my mouth, as his arms encircled me, one of them holding me near, the other hand reaching down to palm my ass and draw me in to him—and I could clearly feel his erection between us, straining, held back only by denim.
I pulled back and looked over at the brunette, the one they’d called Bear. I could guess why now, he was covered in dark fur, and he was watching us with wary eyes.
“You don’t like me?” I asked him, pouting.
“No—it’s just that,” he looked between me and the blonde, clearly unsure how to navigate being sexual so close to another man without shouting ‘no homo.’
“It’s just like the locker room, dude,” the blonde said. I could almost feel him willing Bear not to blow this chance for him.
“Or like fifteen million pornos,” I said, grinning. Who knew, maybe this experience would open up his mind. “Come here,” I said, crooking a finger over. “Surely you all have seen this move before?” I said, undoing the top of the blonde’s jeans, then kneeling.
The blonde’s cock was perfect, a thick slab the length of my hand. I wrapped my hand around the base of his shaft and presented it to myself like a gift, kissing the tip of his head, then slowly working my way down, watching Bear’s face as I heard the blonde moan.
“This could be you,” I promised, after pulling my lips off the blonde—I’d left a ring of dark red lipstick around his hilt. Bear’s eyes flicked to the blonde.
“Tommy—promise not to tell?”
“Promise not to tell what, dude?” His hands were on either side of my head, fingers winding in my hair, gently trying to pull my mouth back on him. I didn’t think he even consciously knew what he was doing, it was just primal.
“My girlfriend and I—we’re both virgins.”
The blonde, Tommy, startled aware again at that. “What?”
“I only have the condom for show. It’s like the only one I’ve ever purchased.”
Tommy took a step back, releasing me, standing mostly naked before both of us with the kind of confidence that came from knowing your body was stunning. “Bear,” he began in dismay.
“You promised not to tell!”
“Bear….”
“We’re waiting until we get married, it’s important to her,” Bear went on, protesting.
“Bear!” Tommy shouted quietly, and waited until he had the other man’s attention. “I’ve slept with her.”
Bear rocked back. “What?” he asked, his voice rising.
“I didn’t want to tell you man—but remember last season? That afterparty at Michael’s? When you had the flu?”
Bear’s hands clenched at his sides. “What? Was she drunk? What did you do!”
“I swear to God she was sober,” Tommy said, making a cross on his perfect chest. “She practically pounced on me, dude. Grabbed my hand, hauled me upstairs into Nelly’s room, and gave me one of the best blowjobs I’ve ever had—no offense, lady,” he included me.
“None taken!” I rocked back on my heels, watching the show.
“And then after that—she totally snagged some guy from Jay-bird’s house.
Like his third cousin or something, never met him before, never seen him since, but I have it on good authority that she took him to poundtown.
That was before you guys were dating, you know?
So I never brought it up—but don’t let her be telling you that she’s a virgin now, bro, come on. ”
And with Tommy calling fucking ‘poundtown’, I had a certain amount of sympathy for this nameless girl.
“Look,” I said, standing up. “Maybe she just wanted to get rid of it. Sometimes being a virgin pulls all this pressure on you. Especially when you’re a girl, everyone wants you to be this pure and holy creature, because of all their baggage and expectations.
Sometimes you just want to kick all that aside, and burn it to the ground. ”
I quite often wanted to burn things.
“There was also Abhrams and Little-T….” Tommy went on, pre-emptively wincing. Bear’s eyes got more and more wide. “Before you transferred,” Tommy said.
“Who are you, the sex secretary of Royal prep?” Bear asked, aghast.
“No, I just like to make sure I don’t double-dip. I’m always bros before hoes, dude.”
They were at a manly stand-off, each half-dressed and getting sillier by the second.
I inhaled and exhaled deeply. I could still hear Jack’s guns running from the main room—which meant if things went well in here, I knew he’d hear me.
“If I did not want to piss off my boss so badly I would no longer be here,” I told the two of them.
“He your ex?” Bear asked, sullen.
“Something like that, yeah,” I looked between them.
“I am prepared to give you both a fabulous fucking time, but I have ground rules,” I said, kicking off my shoes and slinking my leggings off.
“Condoms if you’re inside me, always. You can ask to change positions, but we don’t do it without my say-so.
And if either of you say no homo, I’m calling it quits. ”
Tommy looked over to Bear and shrugged. His erection had waned a little, but nothing that a mouth, a hand, or a pussy couldn’t salvage.
“But—I’m a….” Bear began.
“Dude. You don’t have to be. Not after tonight.” Tommy physically grabbed Bear and put him in front of me. Bros before hoes indeed.
I considered putting on my innocent girl persona again, then decided against it—that was what his soon-to-be-ex girlfriend had worn around him all the time, it’d only lead to confusion. No, I was going to show him as much of my true nature as I thought he could stand.
I grabbed the front of his jeans, setting all eight of my fingers right inside.
“I’m not scared of your lack of experience, Bear.
Sometimes women like to find men they can train.
I only ask that you throw away all your preconceived notions about sex for tonight.
This isn’t a porn and I’m not made of rubber—but I am completely devoted to giving you a good time.
The kind of time most men can only dream of. Okay?”
His eyes went wide and his jaw dropped. “Okay.”
“In my house, we ask permission to do things—and we get rewarded beyond our wildest imagination,” I said, leaning up breathing the words against him until my mouth was right beside his ear. “Can I kiss you?”
He nodded, quickly. I took his jaw in my hand and bent it toward me, making him fit me, feeling his full lips part. His tongue started see-sawing madly back and forth—I calmed it with my own, and he took instruction readily. Maybe the only thing he needed was a firm hand-slash-tongue-slash-pussy.
“Yeah?” I said, pulling back, writhing my body against his.
“Yeah,” he breathed.
“Open up your jeans, Bear. I want to see what you’ve got for me.”
His hands fell to his waistband in an instant, unbuttoning and unzipping, until they were hitched halfway down along with boxers in a school-color matching plaid.
“Can I touch you?” I asked, and he nodded again.
“Say it.”
“Touch me—please.”
“Good boy.” I set both my hands on his chest like a stretching cat and pulled them down slowly, the tips of my fingernails lightly investigating every curve and crevice until I swung my right hand down to encircle his cock. He went hard in an instant, and his hips thrust without meaning to.
“How much sensation can you take?” I stood beside him, body to body, as though we were lovers laying on a bed, and I kissed his neck while stroking him.
“I—I don’t know,” he stuttered.
“You just warn me then, okay? Friends warn friends—and I want to make this last.”
I kept stroking him with my hand, and steadying myself with the other on his shoulder as I kissed my way down his body. He moaned and shivered and swayed—I caught one of his hands and brought it up to my hair, which he moved to gather and hold back for me, so both of us could see.
“Can I keep kissing you, Bear?” I asked, my lips close enough that I knew he could feel the heat of my breath on his cock. “Can I kiss you here?” I asked, stroking his hard cock out toward me.
“Yes,” he said, his voice suddenly possessive and deep.
“Thank you,” I told him, and leaned in.