Chapter 21 #2
Over Ben’s shoulder, I see Landon kneel behind him. My stomach does a wild flip, my heart beating out a frantic rhythm.
I can tell the second Landon starts pushing into Ben. His entire body goes taut, and he buries his face in my neck, a loud moan tearing from his throat.
I watch Landon. Watch as his jaw drops. Watch as his eyes roll back. Watch as his lashes flutter.
When he starts rocking into Ben, it forces Ben’s body to move against mine, and then it’s my eyes rolling back.
Landon makes eye contact with me. It’s too much. I should look away, close my eyes, but I can’t. I can’t drag my gaze away from his big brown eyes, glazed with lust.
Ben grinds against my lace-covered dick, and I force a hand between us, freeing myself from the confines of my panties. My breath catches in my throat at the skin-on-skin contact, and a groan works its way out of my chest.
“Fuck,” Landon mumbles, hips picking up speed and pushing Ben harder against me. His pre-cum is leaking all over me, smoothing the glide. “You feel so good. This is so good,” Landon murmurs, almost incoherent.
He sinks his teeth into his bottom lip. “Do you feel good?” he asks, staring into my soul.
Heat’s building in my gut with each thrust, my cock pulsing harder with each pump of Landon’s hips. “So good,” I say. “You’re fucking him so good, Lan. Can’t you tell? Can’t you hear it?”
His pupils blow wide as Ben cries out against my throat. “You’re fucking him so good, and his cock is rubbing against mine. It’s gonna make me come. You’re gonna make me come.”
Landon nods, cheeks flushing as his hips lose their rhythm. Tangling my fingers in Ben’s hair, I roll my hips as much as I can, trying to maximize the friction.
His whimpers in my ear are mind-numbing, and Landon’s powerful thrusts are pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
“So close,” Ben moans. “So close, Lan. Fuck. More. Harder, please. God, please.”
Landon’s head falls back, exposing the column of his throat and the hickey that Ben left earlier as he fucks into Ben harder, his hips slamming against Ben’s ass with each thrust. The mark is so fucking sexy that I’m thinking I might need to leave one of my own.
Sweat beads on my skin as I fight to stay in control. Fight not to come. It’s a fight I’m losing.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” I groan, lifting my hips to grind harder against Ben.
Warmth floods the space between us as Ben’s dick pulses over and over, and he moans low. I follow seconds later, adding to the sticky mess.
“Oh, fuck,” Landon groans. “So tight. You just got so fucking tight.” He stills, mouth falling open in a silent cry.
“You coming, Lan?”
“Yes,” Ben whimpers. “Can feel it. Can feel his dick jerking.”
A shiver runs through Ben’s body, then Landon collapses on top of us as we all work to catch our breath.
“Fuck,” Landon breathes.
It’s fine for a few seconds, their weight, but as my high wears off, it becomes almost impossible to breathe. “Alright, you two. I’m being crushed by four hundred pounds of football player.”
Landon lets out a breathless chuckle but rolls off Ben, dropping onto the mattress with a soft thud. I can breathe easier almost instantly. Then Ben rolls to my other side.
“Fuck, Cotton Candy, I’m the one who got fucked, and yet you’re the one looking debauched.”
Landon laughs, but when I glance at him, his cheeks are pink. “I love when you blush. It’s so cute.”
“Agreed,” Ben says, and Landon’s cheeks glow brighter.
Fitting, since everything feels pink and red and warm right now. My stomach, my heart, this moment. The little strings tugging on my chest in two directions. If I’m gonna fall in love again, I guess I could do worse than the two of them.
Ben rolls onto his side, then wraps an arm around my stomach, tugging me close to him.
A smile spreads across my face as I soak in the warmth of his body. “How long do you think we have on the food?” he mumbles. “I’m sleepy.”
I shake my head. “We definitely don’t have enough time for you to take a nap.”
“Shame,” Landon says, yawning.
“Shame, indeed.”
Like we willed it into existence, the timer for the oven starts beeping, making Ben groan.
Wiggling out from between them, I sit up. “You two soak in some post-sex birthday cuddles, and I’ll get cleaned up and bring you all plates.”
Landon rolls toward Ben, and when he’s wrapped up in Ben’s arms, Ben shoots me a lazy smile. “So serious about wishing there was a triad marriage option.”
My heart skips a beat as I rush from the room to clean myself off and get the food out before it burns.
I’m silently wishing that was an option too.
I’d almost feel bad for distracting Darcy with my music, but it was his choice to come here.
Ben and Landon are out with the football team, celebrating their win tonight, so I decided to stay in and paint.
I’m happy for them. It’s the first time since we all started…
dating—are we dating?—that they’ve gone out with just the two of them.
West invited Darcy, and Ben and Landon invited me too, but…
I don’t know. I wanted them to be able to spend some time together alone.
I’m happy for them. I really am. There’s no jealousy, no green fighting for a spot on my canvas. In fact, the only color I’ve touched is black. And not at all because of Ben and Lan, but because of Lincoln.
Something shifted for me last night with the two of them.
Some unknown lock that I didn’t know was still barring my heart just…
fell away. And with it came this almost unbearable need to purge Lincoln from my body.
I haven’t seen him in years. He hasn’t touched my skin or held my hand or cuddled with me while I slept since I was sixteen years old.
But when that lock fell away, some ugly, dark part of him that still had a hold of me leaked out.
Leaked into the spaces in my chest that my boys aren’t filling to the brim. He’s gotta go. Eviction notice. Via this painting.
I grabbed navy blue and red and even gray.
Haven’t used a single one of them.
There’s just pitch black, and the thump of the metal I’m listening to ricocheting through my head.
I’m running out of space on my canvas, so I glance over the top of it to watch Darcy. He’s chewing his bottom lip, typing and backspacing, typing and backspacing.
I can’t tell if he’s missing West or if he’s just really messed up about the paper he’s supposed to be writing. When he groans and backspaces again, I sigh. “What’s wrong?”
He lifts his eyes. “Nothing.”
When I raise an eyebrow at him, it pulls a little. Damn. Must have paint on my face. “Okay, so why all the doom and gloom and huffing and whining?”
He huffs, making me grin. “I’m not whining.”
Well, that’s not believable at all. “Sure, sure.”
I look back at my canvas. There’s a small section with weird brushstrokes, so I smooth it out some. Not that I really care what it looks like. Well, I do. Only because I want to show Ben and Landon tomorrow. Or maybe even tonight.
Darcy’s keystrokes pick back up, and it sounds like he gets a good streak going. At least for a few seconds, but when he huffs and starts jamming his finger into the backspace key over and over, I pause the music.
His eyes dart to mine. “Seriously, Darce. What’s the problem? Missing West?”
He groans. “Don’t say it like that. It makes me sound pathetic.”
I laugh. It’s not like I’m any better. I miss the fuck out of Ben and Lan right now. “If it’s the truth…”
Darcy glares at me. “Shut up.”
I pick up my phone and scroll through all the photos Ben sent to our group chat. At the very bottom, he’s pinned their location. A smile blooms on my face. We’re going. Now I just need to convince Darcy of that.