Chapter 23
Benson
With the taste of Landon’s cum and Parker’s lips on my tongue, I rise onto my knees, barely able to wait as I wrap a hand around my aching cock. I’m so sensitive that it almost hurts, and I’m so single-mindedly focused on coming that I jolt when someone—Parker—bats my hand away.
“What are you doing?” I ask, voice rough.
“Do you wanna fuck me?”
I groan. So much. Yes. So fucking much. “I’ll come before I even get you stretched.”
Landon moans, and Parker’s head snaps in his direction. “You like that idea, huh, Lan? Do you want me to lie across your body while Ben fucks me?”
Landon shakes his head. “No. I want you to fuck me while Ben fucks you.”
My cock throbs hard, my balls tightening. I flex my fingers, trying to ignore the urge to stroke myself off. “Not helping with my ‘I’ll come’ thing.”
Opening the drawer, Parker grabs two condoms, tossing one on Landon’s stomach and handing me the other, before picking up the bottle of lube. “I’ll get myself ready,” they murmur. “Maybe you’ll be able to hold off until I’m ready if you’re not the one doing it.”
I bark out a disbelieving laugh. “In theory, maybe. If I go in the other room and don’t look at you or think about you.”
Parker shrugs, eyes sparkling, before turning their attention to Landon. “Are you sure, Lan?”
“I’m sure,” Landon says, nodding too. He’s so damn cute. And even when I can’t think past the rush making him come gave me, I can’t help how enamored I am with him.
After opening the condom and tossing the wrapper on the floor, Parker rolls it carefully down their dick. My mouth goes dry, cock jerking hard when they pour lube over their fingers then straddle Landon and reach behind them.
Resting their chest on Landon’s, they tilt their hips back, pressing two slick fingers against their rim.
This might be the end of me. If it’s not, it might be the first time I come untouched. How am I supposed to play it cool when one of the biggest fantasies I’ve had about the two of them is about to come true?
I don’t dare touch either of them. Not because I don’t want to, but because if I do, it’ll be over. I’m half-terrified to even put this stupid condom on. I’m worried if I even look at my dick, I’m gonna come.
Fucking embarrassing.
Parker’s quick and efficient. Two fingers become three, and the sound of their moans ratchets up. Landon grips their hips, his cock already hardening again despite how hard he came just a few minutes ago.
“Are you stretched enough, Cutie?” I ask, mostly because I don’t want to hurt him, and I’m assuming he doesn’t know his body the way I know mine or Parker knows theirs.
“I think so,” Landon answers. “I guess we’ll find out.”
That’s not gonna work for me.
I try to ignore Parker’s whining pants and grab the lube, slicking my fingers. “Can I make sure?”
Landon moans. “Yeah. Yes, definitely.”
“Spread your legs for me.” Landon’s legs fall apart immediately, exposing his hole to me.
Sliding two fingers into the heat of his body, I shudder. The way he pulsed around me when he came earlier almost did me in. I thought for sure I was done for. I can still feel the ghost of his channel rhythmically tightening around my fingers as he shot his load all over me and Parker.
This time, I work a third in. He takes it easily. I slide my fingers in and out, adding a slight twist to my wrist with every couple of thrusts.
Parker drops their head to Landon’s chest on a drawn-out moan, fingers pausing. “Fuck. Almost made myself come.”
My balls tighten, fire licking up my spine.
“I’m ready,” Parker gasps, slowly pulling their fingers out of their wet hole. It gapes slightly, lube leaking around the edges.
I always thought I was cool during sex. I’d never had problems performing or shooting early, but right now? It’s a real fucking concern for me.
“You two can’t make fun of me if I blow my load in two-point-five seconds.”
Parker giggles. “Would be hypocritical if I did.”
I pull my fingers out of Landon then wipe my hand on the sheets so I can put a condom on.
While I’m clumsily rolling it down my aching shaft, Parker kisses Landon. It’s sloppy. More tongue and teeth than anything, and it’s doing nothing to calm my body.
Parker breaks the kiss with a groan. “Alright, Lan. You okay on your hands and knees?”
“Yeah,” Landon breathes. Parker climbs off him, and as soon as they hit the bed, Landon is flipping over. “Are you ready?”
Landon nods.
“You know we can stop anytime.”
Landon nods again. “I won’t want to stop.”
His cock is hanging heavy and swollen between his legs. I can’t look away. Not from him and the way he’s positioned. Not from Parker’s hand tracing a lazy path up his back. Not from the way Parker shivers like they’re the one being touched.
“You two are so fucking gorgeous. I’m so lucky. So fucking lucky.”
Grabbing the base of their cock, Parker lines up with Landon’s hole. I moan in sync with Landon when the tip slips in.
“Fuck,” Parker rasps out, voice trembling. They push halfway, then pause.
“I can take more,” Landon moans, rolling his hips like he’s trying to get more.
“I can’t.” Parker laughs. “Give me a sec.”
“You ready for me, Cotton Candy?”
Parker whines, dropping their upper body over Landon’s back as they push the rest of the way in. “Uh-huh.”
Parker whimpers. “Oh god, Lan. You feel so fucking good already. Is it good for you?”
Landon buries his face in the pillow, letting out a muffled moan.
Seems that’s the only answer we’re going to get.
Crawling up behind Parker, I notch the head of my cock against their hole. My hips are begging me to thrust, my cock dying to slide into the tight heat of their body, but I force myself to go slow.
I breathe through clenched teeth, driving into Parker inch by inch until I’m buried balls-deep.
“This might be the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me,” Parker moans. And then they start moving, rocking their hips so they’re fucking back on my cock and into Landon.
I groan, nearly choking as the sensations overwhelm me. “Fuck,” I hiss, gripping their hips tightly. When they thrust into Landon, I push my hips forward.
This is everything. So fucking everything. Parker’s hole clenching around my cock and Landon’s body shuddering with each of Parker’s thrusts. It’s all too much. Too much and not enough, and I’d like this for the rest of my life, thank you.
Within minutes, sweat is dripping down my forehead, and I’m biting my lip hard against the orgasm quickly rushing to the surface.
I can’t tell whose moans are louder. I can’t tell where I start and Parker ends.
I can’t think past the way their hole is squeezing the life out of my cock.
Can’t breathe around the sounds of Landon’s desperate moaning.
My dick jerks. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.”
It’s a miracle I’ve lasted as long as I have.
“Me too,” Parker whimpers.
I reach around us, catching Landon’s cock with my hand. Dragging my fingers over the slick head, I toy with his frenulum and slide my fingers over his leaking slit.
He gasps, hips jerking forward like he’s trying to chase the friction. I squeeze the head of his cock with my fingertips, running them over the tip, trying to hold off on coming until he does. Until Parker does.
It’s a fight I’m going to lose; I just know it.
Parker’s body goes slack, their hole tightening almost to the point that I can’t move. “Fuck me harder, Ben,” they groan.
My hips obey before my brain catches up, and I fuck into them hard enough that it forces Landon’s cock to slide along my fingers.
I thrust once, twice, three times, and then my entire body locks up tight as I explode.
“Fuck, you feel good,” I choke out, coming so hard my vision goes dim around the edges.
Parker inhales sharply, body going taut as they cry out. Everything gets a little out of rhythm as I try to fuck them through it and they try to do the same with Landon.
It makes it even better. It’s sloppy and messy and so damn hot my eyes roll back in my head.
Landon chokes out a low groan, his dick sliding over my fingertips. A burst of cum hits my hand, then another as my body finally goes slack. I work my fingertips over the head of Landon’s cock, milking it as he shoots burst after burst of cum into my hand.
Parker’s dead weight on Landon’s back, but Landon doesn’t even seem to notice. They both drop to the mattress in a heap when Landon can’t support his weight anymore, and my softening cock slips out of Parker.
It’s just our heavy breathing for a long moment, and then Parker laughs. “Jesus fuck. You two are gonna kill me. I’m gonna die.”
I can’t help but smile. “Well, that would suck.”
Parker presses a kiss to the back of Landon’s neck before raising themself off him. “You okay, Lan?”
Landon hums. “Just trying to be less noodly.”
“Noodly?” I ask, grinning.
“Mmm. Noodly, yeah. You know?”
“We fucked him silly,” Parker says, giggling in such a light, airy, fucking happy way that my heart nearly falls right out of my chest.
The orgasm’s made me loose-lipped, or at least that’s what I tell myself when I open my mouth and the words, “I’m falling in love with you both,” fly out of it.
Parker’s laughter dies off, and Landon rolls onto his back. I swallow hard, eyes darting between the two of them. I’m the most worried about Parker and their reaction; I can’t help but be. It’s not like I can control how I feel, though.
“I’m falling in love with you both too,” Landon says, saving me from being the odd one out.
Parker looks between the two of us. I can’t read their expression, and it has my heart threatening to pound out of my chest.
I hold my breath, but I’m not at all expecting the words that come out of their mouth. “I know we just had the hottest sex known to humankind, but… can I show you guys something?”
I let the breath out. It’s better than them asking us to leave, I guess.
“Anything,” Landon says, recovering quicker than me.
“Definitely,” I finally agree, swallowing hard against my nerves.
Parker slips the condom off their soft cock, then ties it off and tosses it on the floor. I follow suit. “Come on.”
Climbing off the bed, they disappear into the hallway.
Landon and I share a look.
“I meant it,” I say, searching Landon’s eyes.
His lips curve into a smile. “Me too.”
Relief makes my knees weak. “Do you think…” I can’t even finish the words, but Landon reaches for me, taking my hand in his.
“I think we’ll be okay. Even if they’re afraid, we’ll all be okay.”
I nod, then pull my hand from Landon’s so I can stand. He rolls off the edge of the bed and looks into my eyes before taking my face in his hands and kissing me softly. My stomach flutters wildly, and when he breaks the kiss, we turn to go find Parker.
In the living room, they’re standing in front of an easel, a canvas lying across it. I twine my fingers with Landon’s, joining Parker behind the canvas.
I take in the painting, cocking my head to the side.
“This is what I was working on tonight,” Parker says softly, dragging their fingers across the black paint covering almost every surface of the canvas.
Landon squeezes my fingers. “What’s it supposed to be, Lovebug?”
Parker gives him a sad smile. “I’m surprised you’re asking. Usually you’re so good at figuring out my colors.”
“Usually your colors aren’t like… this,” I say softly, eyes roaming the painting.
With a sigh, Parker drops their hand. “Yeah…” They clear their throat. “I don’t think I realized how much my fear was holding me back. Fear of letting people in. Fear of trusting people with who I really am. Even with Darcy.”
Landon tightens his fingers on mine, then lets go of my hand to go stand on the other side of Parker. They blindly reach for my hand, and I slip my fingers through theirs as they lean into Landon’s side.
I want to beg them to look at us. To let us see their eyes, but I won’t. If looking away makes it easier for them to get words out, I won’t stand in the way of that.
“I present this front, like nothing bothers me, and like I don’t care about most things, but it’s not true. I feel things.” They choke out a laugh. “God, I feel things so deeply, you know?”
Pressing a kiss to Parker’s temple, Landon sighs. “Anyone who has the honor of looking at your paintings knows that, Lovebug. It would be impossible to create something like this without feeling it.”
I catch a slight tremble in their bottom lip, and my heart lurches.
“So, I painted this earlier. It’s ugly.”
I shake my head. “It’s not ugly.”
“It is,” Parker says quickly. “But it’s a manifestation of my feelings about Lincoln, so it should be ugly.” When they turn to look at me, their eyes are glassy. “I needed him gone.” Turning back to the painting, they shrug. “And this is what came out.”
“Do you feel better?” Landon asks softly.
Parker laughs, but it turns into a slightly choked sound. “Yeah, actually. He’s been in my heart, infecting me, and now he’s gone.”
I bite my lip hard. “I’m happy for you, Cotton Candy.”
They take a deep breath, looking up at Landon and then at me. “I think I’m falling in love with you both too. I’m kind of afraid, though, so please be patient with me. The last time I fell in love, it didn’t go so well for me.”
Landon and I both step forward at the same time, wrapping Parker tightly in our arms. They’re smooshed between us, face buried against my chest.
“Of course, Lovebug.”
“Always,” I whisper.
Parker nods. “Thank you.”
Landon swallows hard enough that I can hear it. “After Thanksgiving at your parents’ house, I wanna go talk to my mom.”
“Okay,” Parker says softly. “No matter what, we’ll have your back.”
“Always,” I whisper again.