Chapter 10 #4
I reached across Twila as I touched her body and pulled Motley closer.
We kissed in front of her, and I swear she salivated at the sight of us.
Motley’s hand pulled her right thigh as I pulled the left, and we spread her legs.
Our fingers trailed to her now wet pussy as together, we massaged her while making out above her.
Twila rolled and twisted with pleasure as she watched us.
Motley and I pressed closer, almost squishing Twila between us as we kissed and rocked into her.
Our dicks were hard and ready, and by how fucking wet Twila was, so was she.
My fingers retreated, and I carefully lifted Twila’s leg and adjusted myself.
Motley watched as I pushed my dick inside her and continued to massage her swollen clit.
Twila inhaled sharply and cried out with a smile.
“That’s right, babygirl,” I moaned. “Get that pretty little pussy of yours nice and wet for us.” I thrusted back and forth at the angle while gently stretching her.
“God, you’re so fucking wet.” I had to breathe through the motions.
Motley lifted Twila’s other leg and pushed his own dick forward.
He rubbed his pierced tip across her as I slowly fucked Twila from the side while she remained on her back.
She was beaming red and dripping with excitement, completely lost.
I pulled from inside her and let Motley take a turn as he fucked her from his side. I knew she was enjoying herself, and it made me beam with pride knowing my loverboy was fucking my girl so good. And I watched, enjoying how much they loved this.
After some time of taking turns and carefully stretching Twila, I knew it was time.
I looked at Motley, and his blue eyes met mine.
I nodded, and he smiled before he leaned close and kissed me one last time.
I turned to look back at Twila. She was struggling to breathe and had broken out in a glistening sweat.
“Alright, babygirl,” I breathed. “Are you ready for us?” A small glint of fear flashed across her eyes.
Motley noticed and took it upon himself to lean in and offer her a gentle kiss.
It was a sweet and caring gesture and seemed to ease her.
Twila kissed him back before looking at me. The edges of her mouth curled upwards, and she nodded.
That’s my girl.
With her silent approval, I spat into my palm and used my saliva to lube my dick before carefully sliding my dick inside her ass.
Only this time, I wasn’t alone. Motley did the same and slipped right inside her pussy.
Twila’s body arched and struggled just as we expected, but we were too eager to stop.
She cried out as we fucked her from either side.
It wasn’t long before she was screaming with pleasure, soaking Motley’s dick.
I too had begun to come inside her, but wanted more.
So, I pulled out and came across her pussy while Motley fucked her.
My cum soaked both of them, and eventually, Motley slipped out, allowing me to enter Twila’s pussy.
We continued to take turns, both fucking her, as my cum both covered and filled her body.
I snatched Motley’s face and devoured him.
He pulled me from Twila’s body and milked the remainder of my orgasm from my shaft, and I emptied across her lower abdomen.
He then slipped his dick back inside her and began to come.
His moans filled my mouth, and I swallowed every last one.
“That’s right, big boy,” I moaned back. “Come for me.” His body trembled and buckled as he came all inside her.
“Yes,” I moaned. “Come for me.” Motley had to pull out to catch his breath.
He had completely busted inside Twila, and I could see his cum dripping from her pussy, mixed with my own.
I couldn’t help myself, and I leaned down, licking them both as they continued to cry out and come together.
They tasted so fucking delicious, and I was starving for them.
My hands grazed both their bodies as I listened to them both.
They made such beautiful music together. Music just for me.
Twila had passed out cold almost immediately after everything finally calmed.
She was so exhausted. Poor thing. Motley and I had really worn her out.
I tried to fall asleep, but for some reason, I just couldn’t.
I wasn’t sure if it was the unbearable excitement or overflow of adrenaline in my veins, but I was wide awake.
I stayed in the bed, to the left of Twila, and stared at the motel ceiling for what felt like an eternity.
Minutes turned to hours, and I knew sleep was impossible.
Fuck this. I’m taking a shower.
I quietly shot from the bed and slipped into the bathroom.
I cracked the door and turned the shower on.
As the water warmed up, I turned and looked at my reflection in the mirror.
My stage makeup was smeared all over, alongside Twila’s cherry-red lipstick and streaks of Motley’s hair dye.
It felt like I was looking at an elaborate Picasso painting left on my face by them both.
My artists. A sweet and gentle laugh dripped from my lips, and I hung my head over the sink. “Oh man, what a mess.”
“You’re telling me.” I turned to see Motley standing in the bathroom doorway.
He was naked, and his sculpted body was nearly glowing.
His face looked similar to my own, except he had more hair dye streaked down his neck.
He wore the biggest grin and was leaning in the doorway with his arms crossed. God, he looked so fucking perfect.
I shook my head and stood tall. “Talk about a party,” I teased. I pointed at his face. “You got to stop using that shitty hair dye. You got purple all over me.”
Motley laughed. “You know you like it.” He pushed away from the doorway and approached me. “But I think something else of mine is all over you, songbird.” He kissed me roughly and spoke into my mouth. “All over your skin and all inside your tight body.” Fuck, was he horny? Wait, was I?
My body instinctively melted into Motley’s as his hands wrapped around me. I would’ve bent over and let him fuck me right then and there if my sanity hadn’t suddenly returned. “Wait.” I pulled back. “Twila—what if she wakes up and finds us alone?”
Motley eyed me closely with a cocky grin.
“And?” He stepped closer and released a low, vibrating growl next to my ear.
“Mmmm. Don’t tell me after everything we did tonight, that you’re suddenly shy to fuck me around your girl?
” His hand gently stroked my shaft, and I was suddenly aware of just how hard I was.
“Come on, Kash. Let me have one-on-one time with you. I think I’ve earned that.
” Every nerve in my body screamed for him. And I was too weak to fight my urges.
An aggressive desire took control, and I gripped his neck.
I moved his body towards the sink and slammed him into it.
Motley smiled and watched me as he stretched back against the sink.
My grip remained firm, and I leaned forward, his body between my legs, and hovered my mouth above his. “Just try to keep quiet, drummer boy.”
Motley’s blue eyes sparkled. “Yes, daddy.”
TWILA
The sound of running water and hot steam filled the room as it woke me from my deep sleep.
My body ached, and I tried to roll when I noticed the light from the crack of the bathroom door seeping through the hot motel room.
God, it felt like I must’ve crashed hard.
I guess I really needed it if I fell asleep so easily.
“Kash?” I groaned. No answer. I searched the bed for him, but he wasn’t there.
“Baby?” I tried to sit up and look around, but the immediate physical reminder of what happened earlier in the night slowly hit me.
“Oh fuck,” I groaned. I was unbelievably sore.
“What the—” My eyes snapped wide open, and I gasped at my sudden memory.
I had sex. Not with Kash, but Kash and Motley.
Both of them. The three of us had been together in many ways, some just me and Kash or Motley, and some of just…
them. Vivid snippets of Kash and Motley played through my memory, and I felt a small pulse between my legs.
It was so strange to envision myself with another man.
Especially as Kash watched and encouraged me.
But seeing Kash with another man? Well, it was oddly, and surprisingly, hot.
I found myself enjoying it more than I ever expected.
And I think…Kash did too. He seemed to really like watching Motley fuck me.
But he really seemed to enjoy fucking him.
How interesting.
I twisted the motel sheet in my hand at the pleasing memories while I played with a strand of my hair.
But if we were all here together, where are they now?
Where is Kash? Or Motley? Are they… No, they wouldn’t be together without me.
Would they? Would Kash do that? Would he want to be with Motley without me?
No…he doesn’t like men. Or, so I think. Wait, does he?
No. I-I’m only feeling this way because of my own insecurities. Kash wouldn’t do that to me.
Soft laughter stretched from the bathroom door and pulled my attention to it.
Steam and light poured from the cracked door, and my curiosity got the better of me.
I grabbed a handful of the sheet and wrapped myself in it as I tiptoed quietly to the door.
I peeked through the sliver and immediately noticed Motley.
He was on the floor with his head dipped over the side of the bathroom tub.
Kash was straddling him as Motley’s hands wrapped around his waist. It wouldn’t be such a shocking thing to stumble across if the men weren’t both naked. And smiling.
Kash? What’re you two doing?