4. Four
Four
Tyler
“Wanna dance?” I ask.
The girl in front of me turns around, flipping her long brown hair over her shoulder. I noticed her across the room. The way her ass bounced as she moved caught my attention. She wraps her arms around my neck and moves in closer until she’s pressed against me. We dance, grinding to the beat of the music. When the song changes, she turns around and backs her ass into me, making my dick twitch in interest.
I’m kissing her neck when someone asks, “Mind if I cut in?”
I pull back to look at whoever felt the need to interrupt and see Miller grinning at us. With the party being at his frat house, I expected to run into him, but this is over the top. “Yeah, I do,” I answer, placing my hands on her hips.
She laughs. “No need to get upset, boys. There’s enough of me to share.” She presses her ass into me again but wraps her arms around Miller’s neck. He looks at me and seems to pause, but I’m not sure how to respond. We’ve flirted with the same girl at parties before, but they usually pick one of us. Or it becomes a competition.
“What’s your name?” Miller asks.
“Katy.” She leans closer to Miller to shout over the music.
“I’m Seth. The guy behind you is Tyler.” Miller’s hands go to Katy’s waist, just above mine. The three of us move to the music, but I take a moment to relax into it. I don’t know where this is going, but I don’t want to back out now and have Miller hold it over me.
Miller takes a step closer. There’s no room between the three of us. My fingertips press against his jeans, and his hand is brushing my abs. My eyes meet his over Katy’s shoulder, and maybe it’s a trick of the lighting, but I swear there are gold flecks in his amber eyes. Physically, Miller’s form is similar to mine. We’re both slim with lean figures from soccer, but Miller’s arms are more toned than mine. His hair is slicked back, like he took the time to fix it after the game.
Katy groans and grinds her ass into my dick. One of her arms reaches behind her to grab my head and pull me into her neck again. “You didn’t have to stop,” she tells me.
I can take a hint. My lips press against her skin, and I close my eyes, choosing to ignore Miller. Or I try to, but the sound of lips smacking has my attention. Miller and Katy kiss, and my dick is chubbing up from the friction.
Miller’s hand cups the back of Katy’s head as they make out. “Maybe we should take this somewhere more private,” Katy says when their lips part.
“Sounds fun, but I don’t think Ty would be into that.” Miller meets my eyes over Katy’s shoulder. Maybe it’s the obvious challenge in his voice or the way my erection is attempting to poke a hole in my shorts, but the idea isn’t scaring me off.
Katy turns around. Her eyes lock with mine for a moment before she leans in and kisses me. I go with it, sliding my tongue into her mouth. As we’re making out, one of them grabs my hand and moves it to Katy’s ass. Because of our positioning, my hand is next to Miller’s crotch while I grab her butt, and Miller isn’t pulling back. I can feel his erection pressing into the back of my hand.
“I’m up for more than just dancing with both of you,” Katy says, licking her bottom lip.
“My room is upstairs,” Miller says as his hand slides between us to grab Katy’s tit.
This is ridiculous. Having a threesome with Miller should be a sign that I’m too drunk to think clearly. But I only had one drink. If I back out, he’s going to hold it over me later. Besides, with how hard I am, all my blood is rushing to the wrong head.
Or that’s the excuse I’m using as I look at Miller. “Lead the way,” I answer.
We break apart enough for Miller to push through the crowd. We follow him through the room to a flight of stairs, and Miller opens the door. It’s a lot quieter here, away from the music, and my thoughts catch up to the situation I’ve found myself in as I look around his empty bedroom.
The door closes behind us, and Miller wastes zero time pulling off his shirt. “What did you have in mind, exactly?” he asks. I’ve seen him partially dressed in the locker room more times than I can count, but this feels different somehow.
Katy strips off her shirt, revealing a lacy red bra, her cleavage spilling out the top. Miller pulls her in for a kiss, and she slides her hands up his back, pulling him closer. I can’t take my eyes off the two of them and all the exposed skin. She grabs my hand, pulling me in so my front is to her back. “I want both of you to fuck me. Is that clear enough?” she asks, turning to look at me over her shoulder.
“Works for me, sweetheart.” Miller moves his hand up her bare stomach to cup her breast over the bra.
I’m the only one left completely dressed, and he eyes me, waiting for me to say something. Or do something. Fuck. We’ve always had a bit of a competitive streak, but this is new. Still, something about the idea has my dick twitching.
I pull off my jersey and place my hands on Katy’s hips. She groans as Miller slides his hand up her skirt. I grab her tit, sliding my hand under the lace of the bra. Her warm breast fills my hand, and I play with her nipple. Miller pulls off Katy’s panties, not bothering to remove the skirt. She pushes down his shorts, then drops to her knees and kisses his dick. I never thought I’d be watching Miller get a blowjob, but the sight of it is undeniably hot. His thick shaft sliding through those plump red lips.
Katy slides her hand up my leg into my shorts, then over the growing bulge in my underwear. She pulls out my dick and jerks me off at the same time as she sucks on Miller. He grabs her head, holding it still before thrusting his hips into her mouth, then Miller pulls back. “Work on him. I’ll grab supplies.” Miller goes to the nightstand and opens it, but Katy wastes no time as she pulls off my shorts and wraps her lips around my dick. Damn, that feels good.
“Avery, catch.” Miller tosses a condom at me, and it hits my chest, but I grab it before it falls. I kick off my shoes and the rest of my clothes, then stroke my dick before opening the condom wrapper with my teeth. I roll the rubber down my length, only half paying attention to what they’re up to. “You good with anal?” Miller asks Katy while holding up another condom, and I freeze. I’d assumed we’d be taking turns or at most she’d be sucking on one of us while the other fucked her.
Katy stands up and unzips her skirt, then kicks it off. “Yeah, if you have lube?”
Miller nods, pulling out a bottle. Then he looks at me. “Get on the bed,” he tells me. I’m not sure why he seems to be the one in charge right now, but I sit on the edge of the bed. Katy moves closer and kisses me again. “Move further up the bed. You need to lie down on your back.” There’s a hand on my bare thigh that feels too big to be Katy’s.
We shift positions. My head hits Miller’s pillow and Katy climbs onto the bed, leaning over me. Whatever hesitance I was feeling disappears as Katy straddles me, and I’m pulled into her warm wet hole. I grab her hips and take a deep breath to steady myself.
Miller joins us on the bed, moving behind Katy, but as he gets into place, he straddles my legs, too. I can feel when his finger pushes in her asshole because it presses against my dick through the thin inner wall. I lie there feeling his fingers dance as Miller stretches Katy to get her ready. It’s the oddest fucking sensation, and it has my dick perking up. Then he pulls his hand away. He moves closer and Katy lifts her hips to give him a better angle.
When his dick enters, Katy tightens around me. Then I feel his cock against mine as he thrusts in. Katy moans, and I move my hips up as well. The whole situation feels a bit awkward, like I’m not really doing much of the work. It’s taking most of my effort not to come from all the friction of Miller’s dick against mine. Our eyes meet over Katy’s shoulder as he places his hand on my thigh and slams into her again. I’m lost in the amber of his eyes.
I’m overwhelmed by all the different sensations, the tight feeling of Katy around me, Miller’s erection rubbing against mine. His hands nudging my hips as we both plow into her. I can’t keep my eyes off Miller. From every thrust of his hips to the way his lips kiss her back, I’m mesmerized. I’m not sure my dick has ever been this hard.
When my orgasm hits, it shoots through me, like fucking fireworks. Miller speeds up, thrusting into Katy harder; his dick rubbing against my oversensitive cock. She leans down and kisses me again. Her walls tighten around me and both of them moan when Miller jerks to a stop, finishing inside of her.
I breathe heavily as we pull apart. Miller moves first, getting off the bed and tossing his condom in a trash can. Katy lies down next to me on the bed. Rather than lay there with her, I sit up and pull off the condom. I should get dressed and get out of here. Pretend the whole thing never happened. Maybe then I’ll be able to focus on something other than Miller’s O-face.