28. Twenty-four
Twenty-four
Beau
I t was a lazy Sunday, all of us wrapped and tangled together. Soft kisses over Fallon’s smooth, damp skin. My mouth. Jake’s mouth. Sex. So much fucking sex. So much fucking.
A sun-drenched morning with slow thrusts. Jake drove into Fallon from behind as I pistoned into her mouth. His hand stroked along her spine. Mine rubbed her shoulders, and I whispered dirty shit and praised her as she sucked me down.
Shifting positions, she took Jake in her mouth and moaned at the taste of herself. He whispered about what a dirty girl she was and how much he loved her filthy mouth. I took her from behind.
In those moments of pleasure, the ones where nothing existed outside of that room, our eyes would lock. Jake’s pupils were blown wide with lust as Fallon deep-throated him. Mine hooded with desire as she gripped my cock with her sweet cunt.
And in those moments, however briefly, he looked at me. Really looked at me. That intensity buried into the marrow of my bones, a revelry for working his girl into madness, overloading her with pleasure and arousal. Like my torrid strokes extended his, and his deep thrusts belonged to me.
In those moments, she didn’t feel like just his girl, and he didn’t feel like just my friend. Those dark eyes held mine a little longer. Those fingers grasped tighter.
Flexing muscles tightened his stomach as he panted through each dip of her mouth, his hand on the back of her head to guide her.
His jaw hung slack, and he gripped her hair, his gaze studying me. Then we switched, and it was my fingers tangled in her hair, and my mouth parted with breathy gasps as she blew me.
The heat was already uncomfortable before ten a.m. on that lazy morning. It was always Fallon’s house where we fucked, stifling as it was. Nobody cared anymore.
Jake seated her on his face as he tongue fucked her, and she had her hands planted on my thighs while I stood above, my dick down her throat.
Brushing her hair from her face, she gave me a slanted smile, blissed out as Jake devoured her. And I was jealous. Christ, I was jealous of Fallon. Jealous that he touched her, licked her, fucked her. Loved her.
I hated myself for it. Wished I could not be queer for one goddamn day and fully enjoy the time for what it was. Fun. Sexy. Salaciously hot. Not wishing for more when this was in-fucking-credible.
But I was a greedy bastard.
There was no place for me outside of their bed. Friendship should be enough. I shouldn’t want more. I was stupid to want more.
Jake devoured Fallon, her throaty whimpers growing tighter as she rocked and undulated over his face.
“So pretty, sweet girl. So pretty when his mouth is on you. How does he feel?”
She released me, her head dropping back as she moaned with feral pleasure. “Amazing. His tongue—oh, god.”
Jake grunted beneath her, his fingers digging into her milky thighs, and I dropped to my knees to kiss her, my erection pressed between our stomachs as I imagined Jake breaking her apart and then using that skilled tongue to work me. Pre-cum dripped from my cock, so hard I could weep.
She came apart a moment later, grinding wildly over Jake’s face and groaning with a release so beautiful that I couldn’t stop kissing her, grabbing her face to keep her lips on mine when she wanted to wail and whine.
Like a wild animal, Jake lifted her with little effort, sliding her down his body. He scooted back against the headboard, and Fallon straddled his lap. Before she could seat herself on his cock—god, such a gorgeous cock—he spun her to face me.
He held her back to his front, gripping her knees to open them wide and give me a full view as he spread his legs beneath her to make room.Her soft pink cunt was wet and swollen, her thighs blooming with his hickeys. A beautiful sight to watch her squirm against him, his strong arms holding her for me, the air thick with sweat and sex.
“Fuck her,” he rasped. “Fuck her hard. Now, Beau.”
Scrambling to do as he commanded, I shadowed her body. Pliant in her post-orgasm haze, she smiled and reached for me.
My heart stuttered for a beat, imagining a time when she might reach for me to hold, not fuck, because she wanted me close. To keep.
Stupid. I was so stupid, but I didn’t care.
Gripping my dick, I eased inside her, dropping my head and groaning. She felt so fucking good. Every time. Every goddamn time. Like maybe in another world, on another morning, she could have been mine.
My thrusts caused my hips to brush the inside of Jake’s thighs as I drove into his girlfriend, the force pushing her body onto him.
Jake ground against her, his cock rubbing with each snap of my hips. My hands planted just outside his legs to stabilize, so close their soft hair brushed my skin.
“She feels good, doesn’t she?” he murmured, his eyes watching me as he feathered his hand through her hair, practically petting her as she groaned and panted.
“Yes,” I whimpered. “She’s everything.”
“She sure fucking is,” he whispered in her ear, his cheek pressed to the side of her head as he watched me thrust into her.
It was intimate, this position. Each drive moved my face closer to his, Fallon tucked tight between us. We were so close that I felt the heat of his breath.
“I could come like this,” he groaned. “The goddamn friction. Shit. Don’t stop.”
I licked my lips, unable to see, but knowing each movement inside of Fallon caused her body to grind against him.
“Look at me when you’re fucking my girl,” he rumbled. Shit, he sounded angry, his voice rough and demanding. I pissed him off. He caught me looking, caught me trying to see his dick again and—
“Look at me,” he repeated. “She’s magnificent, isn’t she? When she’s fucked to oblivion. She can’t even keep her eyes open. Look what we’re doing to her.”
Fallon hummed between us. “Magnificent,” she echoed softly, her eyes closed as she stroked her clit. “Make me come.”
I groaned, pumping faster and harder to get her there.
My eyes stayed steady on her hand, the sight of her shaking thighs sending a hit of adrenaline through me. More. I wanted more. More of this. More of her. More of her pleasure. More of her smiles. More of her whimpers. More of her laughs.
“You’re not looking,” he breathed.
More of everything.
I held his gaze, so close in proximity and too heated to care how anyone felt about it. A subtle shift, and we were only inches apart. Fallon whimpered and writhed, her legs wrapping around my hips to take me deeper, but that only pulled me closer to Jake as she forced me toward the mattress.
My arms trembled, and my heart thundered.
“Don’t stop,” he whispered, his breathing heavy and his mouth slack. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
“Oh god,” I sputtered, my voice shaking. Everything. This was everything.
Fallon moaned, her body going tight in that telltale announcement of her climax.
“She tastes good,” he said with a rough bite. “You can smell her on me, can’t you?”
“Yes,” I whimpered. “I can.” Another inch forward, and I was even closer.
Jake licked his lips, coated in her arousal. “You want to taste her, don’t you?” he panted.
“I do,” I rasped. “I do. So bad.” My thrusts were wild and uncontrolled, my strokes unsteady. “Let me taste her.” Just a breath away from his mouth.
Before I could erase the space between us and take his lips, Jake tossed back his head in a rumbling groan as he came. Fallon collapsed over him.
I tumbled immediately after, my eyes watching him like he told me to.