25 - Silas
Silas
I watched as Bear immediately took Lane into his arms and started making out with her without so much as a glance in my direction. My brain felt like it was lagging. She wanted us both to sleep with her?
I wasn’t an idiot. I knew that she had something going on with the other guys too but I just assumed it was just a hookup thing.
Even though sex with Lane hadn’t felt like a hookup to me at all.
But still, the idea of actively sharing her with them wasn’t something that ever crossed my mind and truthfully, I didn’t know how I felt about it.
Even watching them now, I felt like a perv. Like I was doing something I shouldn’t be.
Lane was completely wrapped up in the kiss, twining her arms around Bear’s neck and pressing her body against his. I remembered what that felt like all too well. Light jealousy surged through me.
“Sy?” she asked when she finally broke their kiss. She looked at me almost shyly, holding out her hand. “Do you want to do this?”
Did I?
I didn’t know.
When I thought of sharing the woman I cared about with another man, I expected to feel rage.
But this…felt a little different. Bear wasn’t glaring at me or pulling her away like he was trying to mark his territory.
He looked oddly comfortable with the whole thing, maybe even a bit curious. And Lane…
I took her hand and she pulled me towards her, then reached up and dragged me down.
Kissing Lane again felt like a relapse. I’d missed her taste, her warmth, her smell.
I let go just a little, closed my eyes and allowed her to fill my senses.
I could feel her nipples getting hard through her night shirt and I bit back a groan.
My cock stirred in my pants, already hardening despite the fact that I’d barely touched her.
She hummed against my mouth, soft and playful as though she knew exactly what she was doing to me.
She planted her hands on my chest and then shoved me back gently, a mischievous glint in her eye. My eyes briefly flicked to Bear but he was staring at Lane, his gaze heated.
She moved away so that she was no longer within reaching distance of either of us, watching us with an expression that held us both in a snare. The air in the bedroom suddenly felt thick with tension, and my breathing deepened in anticipation.
Lane reached down and slowly lifted her night shirt over her head, her gorgeous tits bouncing free.
My mouth immediately started watering. I suddenly forgot that Bear was right there.
I just felt the urgent drive to worship her until my touch was imprinted on her body forever.
I needed her in a way that drove me insane.
I wanted to hear her again, feel her again, I needed to know that she could still fall apart just for me.
She tossed the shirt to the side, then tucked her fingers into the waistband of her pajama pants and wiggled out of them until they pooled at her ankles.
She stood before in nothing but a pair of panties and I swear my heart stopped beating. She sauntered towards us and every movement of her hips was magnetic. She slid a hand on both of our chests.
“Strip,” she demanded.
Bear gave a low chuckle of disbelief but immediately started obeying her. I felt transfixed by her sudden show of dominance, but I complied, quickly undressing like I was scared this was all a dream and I was about to wake up.
When we were both naked, Lane let her eyes roam over our bodies appreciatively, and I felt my cock swell even more at the attention.
She dropped down to her knees, beckoning us closer and before I knew what was happening my dick was in her mouth.
My whole body melted and my head lolled back with a drawn out groan.
I took a second to pull it together before I could look down at her again. She smiled around my cock, her tongue performing black magic on every sensitive spot she could find while she stroked Bear.
“Baby,” I moaned. “Lane, if you keep doing that, I’m gonna…”
She popped her mouth off of me and pressed a thumb right against the slit of my cock, causing me to almost howl.
She held me until the trembling in my legs subsided, successfully edging me away from the finish line.
Then she turned her attention to Bear, sucking him off with my dick still in her hand.
I reached down and brushed a strand of hair from her forehead, admiring her in what was probably a sick, fucked up way.
But I’d stopped giving a damn about what was proper and acceptable the second she kissed me.
It just didn’t matter anymore. I wanted her and if she wanted this, then I was going to let her have it.
I wanted to give her whatever the hell she wanted.
She brought Bear to the same edge, stopped him right at the breaking point and then rocked back on her heels. I spotted the wetness on the front patch of her panties and licked my lips.
“What do you want?” Bear rasped out, sounding just as gone as I was.
Lane smiled coyly, then got to her feet and walked backwards until she reached her bed. I watched in awe as she sprawled out on top of it, propping herself on her elbows so those tits I loved so much poked out.
“Anything you guys want to do to me,” she said.
Bear and I shared a glance. I didn’t know how we communicated it but we wordlessly moved to exactly where we wanted to go, Bear between her legs and me leaning over her upper body, both of us ready to absolutely devour her.
I started kissing her neck while Bear teased her through her panties, and Lane’s hot, squirming body only turned me on more as she let herself soak in our attention. Her hands grazed my skin, pulling me closer and occasionally moving down to ruffle Bear’s hair.
I found myself wanting to watch him please her and the thought stopped me cold.
That shouldn’t have made sense. But I could literally feel her body shiver under my hands as Bear slid off her panties and buried his face between her thighs.
I could feel her moans in her throat as I kissed her there, and I could see her hips buck up against his mouth as she chased her pleasure and fuck it, it was hot. All of it.
I just loved seeing her feel good. And with Bear amplifying her pleasure, it meant I could properly appreciate every second of it. I hummed my way down her chest, kissing a trail down the valley between her breasts and then finally reaching my destination.
I closed my mouth around her nipple greedily, tweaking the other with two fingers and Lane’s back almost bowed off the bed. She grabbed my head, keeping me locked against her chest and I was absolutely not going to complain.
I flicked her nipple with my tongue, echoing her moan as she thrust her chest up.
“Just like that,” she gasped, wrapping a hand in my hair and tugging hard enough to roll my eyes back into my skull. “Fuck, yes, just like that, baby.”
I didn’t know if she was talking to me or Bear.
It didn’t matter, she came anyway and she came hard.
I watched her first orgasm rush over her, swapping to the other nipple and taking my time just enjoying her body.
I wanted her marked up in the morning so that when she got dressed or took a shower, she’d remember who’d been here.
The thought of that forced a hand to my aching cock.
When I’d thoroughly ravished her tits, I moved back to admire my work and the second I raised my head, Bear yanked her down hard by the hips and groaned into her pussy. Lane almost screamed.
I squeezed her tits together, rolling my thumbs over the sensitive buds. Her body was immaculate. I fixated on every curve and line, tried to commit it all to memory. Lane reached out and grabbed my cock and I hissed.
“Let me suck you,” she panted and the sight of her wrecked and tangling one hand in Bear’s hair while she continued to roll her hips up like that was almost my undoing. But not quite, not yet.
Bear had staked his claim on what part of her body he wanted to occupy. I was going to do the same. I got closer and trailed a finger down her chest, tracing idle patterns across her skin.
“You have the most amazing tits,” I said, my cheeks heating up despite the situation we were already in. Lane huffed a laugh that quickly turned into a resonant moan. “I…I want to fuck them.”
Her eyes shot wide as she took in what I’d just asked. I swallowed back the urge to apologize or backtrack. Lane’s boldness in demanding what she wanted inspired my own. But she still held all the cards and that was exactly the way I wanted it. I ran the back of my knuckles against her cheek.
“Only if that’s okay, baby. I don’t want to do anything you’re not comfortable with,” I added, locking my gaze on hers so she knew I meant it.
She thought about it for a second, her eyes still glazed with pleasure as Bear started using his fingers. A wicked smile spread across her beautiful face. “Lube’s in the drawer.”
I retrieved it with the speed of light, coating my dick until I was sure it wouldn’t chafe and hurt her.
Lane got on all fours and watched me with eager eyes, biting her lip.
Behind her, Bear was whispering something in her ear that I couldn’t hear.
Then he reached out and grabbed the bottle of lube, covering two of his fingers in the substance.
I watched with fascination as he kissed the back of her neck before slipping his lubed-up fingers in her ass, guiding her through the initial discomfort with the familiarity of someone who’d done this before.
I wasn’t thinking. I just leaned down in the sniper position and raised my head between her thighs until I could wrap my lips around her swollen clit. I began to suck.
It took seconds for her next orgasm to break over her and this time, it was a silent scream that lasted longer, seemed to wring her out and I thought she might tap out until she reached over and squeezed my hard-on.
I yelped and let go of her clit and she chuckled. “Wasn’t there something you wanted to do?”
I moved out from under her and just stared in wonder.
Lane was breathless with pleasure, but she groped her breasts and held them together then crooked a finger at me, welcoming me to do what I asked.
I stopped gawking. I took her face in my hands and kissed her once before getting on my knees in front of her and positioning my dick until it was nestled in her cleavage.
That sensation already was enough to make me sigh in pleasure, but then I began to experimentally thrust and my inhibitions started unravelling inch by glorious inch.
This was a different level altogether. Knowing that Lane was enjoying herself and witnessing the proof of it while doing something I hadn’t tried before was a heavenly combination.
The suppleness of her skin and the tight fit of her tits had me quickly careening head-first into another close-call but I wanted this to last so much longer.
It wasn’t just my own pleasure, it was so much bigger than that.
It was the knowledge that even though we were in this current position, Lane was still the one that had all the power.
It just belonged to her, just like we belonged to her and I realized that I didn’t care that it was a “we” situation anymore.
Sharing this with Bear didn’t feel wrong or gross, it felt right.
“Where do you want me to finish?” I stuttered out, trying to still my hips before I blew too early.
“Inside,” Lane groaned, pulling back. One of Bear’s hands slid around the side of her and groped her breast and she pressed back against him, her head flopping forward. “Both of you, inside of me.”
Yes, ma’am.
I wasn’t exactly sure how we were going to do this but Bear suddenly addressed me for the first time since we started this whole thing. “Wanna take her ass, Sy?”
I froze, looking at Lane immediately. “What?”
“She loves it,” Bear added, doing something behind her that made her squeal. “Ask her.”
Lane nodded wordlessly at me, an exhausted grin on her face. “I do. I want you to fuck my ass, Sy.”
Hearing her say that I was probably hard enough to fuck straight through a car door.
Bear laid on his back and Lane straddled him, lowering herself onto his cock until her pussy enveloped him completely.
I had to try and I had to consciously bat away the last remnants of instinctual jealousy that he got to experience her warmth.
She rode him for a bit, both of them making noises until I came up behind her. Then there was nothing but the sound of ragged panting and my own blood pounding in my veins. I kissed her ear, then the side of her neck as I carefully guided my cock into her asshole.
Lane cried out and arched her back wildly, her head flopping back. I pressed my mouth against her temple. “Easy, baby. We’ll wait until you’re comfortable, yeah?”
She nodded wildly, swallowing hard as her body adjusted. Every muscle in my own body strained with the urge to thrust. Her intense heat and tightness had me dizzy and my hips were taking on a mind of their own with the desire to move.
But I waited, my jaw set so hard my teeth were grinding. But she finally gave us the go-ahead and I slowly began to move, the relief so sweet I could’ve cried. Bear waited until I picked up a comfortable rhythm, then matched me.
Between us, Lane was losing her mind. She was trembling but still moving, still riding both of us and making me so proud all I wanted to do was make sure she came and—
Lane screamed out loud, both of our names falling from her lips like cinderblocks and then her body spasmed around mine, squeezing the shit out of me and I came too. Bear followed, cursing as he spilled into her.
We collapsed together, a sticky mess of exhausted bodies and soft laughter. We were all so spent that no one moved for a solid two or three minutes, the early silver morning light starting to creep in through the windows.
Damn, was it really morning already?
Eventually, Lane stretched out, her naked body drawing my eye again. She yawned and then tried to push herself up and off the mattress. “Shower time.”
I groaned and reached out, grabbing her wrist and yanking her back down between me and Bear. “Just wait a minute.”
“Sy,” Lane giggled, trying to worm her way out from under my arm but she couldn’t. Bear shook his head but there was a small smile nesting in the corner of his mouth too.
I was just about to set Lane free when her phone rang. It pierced the air like a needle. No good calls came this early in the morning. Lane grabbed her phone and answered.
“Lane Whittaker.” Her face paled, the light instantly draining from her eyes. Bear and I both immediately sat up, alert. “When? Okay, fine. I’ll be there, just…hang tight.”
She ended the call and just stared at the phone.
“Lane?” Bear asked with concern.
“It was Dax,” she explained, sounding even more drained than she had a few minutes ago. “He’s in jail. I was his one phone call.”