Chapter 32 #2
I rubbed my fingers down her crack, collecting the lube and pushing two slicked-up fingers straight into her ass. Her body relaxed instantly, trained to take things there, and she pushed back on my fingers, eagerly taking me as deep as she could.
“Talk to me.” Trav demanded, fisting her hair aggressively as he lifted his hips, rubbing his cock through the lube and her wet pussy lips. “What’s he doing to you?”
“Fucking my ass with his fingers.” She purred, arching her back so his cock rubbed across her clit. From my position, I could watch it all, and I ached to feel it. “Feel him.” Turning her chin, she looked at me over her shoulder, “Put his cock into my pussy.”
I clenched my jaw to keep from coming from the filthy things she demanded, but I didn’t hesitate. I wrapped my free hand around the base of Trav’s cock and lifted it up like the perfect little toy for her to lower herself onto, but she wasn’t done destroying us yet.
“Make sure he’s good and lubed for me.” She purred over her shoulder. “I want his cock to slide right into me. Rub it in for me.”
Trav’s hand clenched on her hips and his dick twitched in my hand as I slowly slid my fist up the thick veined shaft of my best friend’s dick and his curses filled the room, spit out through clenched teeth as he pushed his hips up, sliding it through my fist faster as I went slowly.
“Fuck yes,” He growled, and I leaned forward to rest my forehead against her back as my world exploded around me
“Good boy,” She purred seductively, and I raised my head to stare into her bottomless eyes as she arched her back, hands flat on his chest, and presented herself for me. “Fill me up with it now.”
“Frankie.” I growled, scissoring my fingers in her ass as I angled his cock toward her dripping wet, silky pussy and then pushed him into her.
Never in my life had I touched another dick, and here I was feeding my best friend’s cock into our girl, pushing my fingers against it through the thin wall of her asshole. “I’m going to come.”
She moaned, lowering herself onto his fat cock and lifting herself off as I kept my hand still, so she was taking us both in and out of her body at the same time.
“Elliot!” Trav growled, “Fuck her ass. I’m not lasting long at all.”
Turning my wrist, I hooked my fingers in her ass and poured lube on my cock before holding it hard and still behind her so on her next down thrust I pushed in against my fingers, letting her control the pace.
Her breath shuddered as a primal moan, deep and guttural, escaped her lips as she slowly but steadily pushed down on both our cocks until we were both buried balls deep inside of her.
“Holy fucking shit,” She rocked her hips, testing it out and moaned when Trav leaned up to suck on her big tits dangling over his face.
“Lucky bastard.” I growled, pulling my fingers from her body and grabbing her hips.
“Lower, Eli.” Frankie begged, reaching around her ass to direct me until I was sitting on Trav’s thighs, legs spread over them. “Mmh,” she purred, using her fingers on my balls and rubbing them against Trav’s before she gasped. “I’m coming. Don’t move. Don’t fucking move, either of you.”
I gripped her hips so tight there would be bruises left in the morning as her ass clenched around my cock and Trav’s cock got tighter against mine.
Her moans and pleas filled my ears as her pussy fluttered, until she finally relaxed around us, sagging a little. “Jesus Christ,” She gasped. “I literally felt your balls touching each other and came so fucking hard I couldn’t think straight.”
“You like us bending the rules for you, don’t you?” Trav asked, and she didn’t hesitate for a second with her response.
“I know neither of you are into guys.” She panted as she rolled her hips, testing out moving on our cocks. “But I know you get pleasure from him touching your body, don’t you?” She challenged him. “You liked the way his hand felt on your cock, didn’t you?”
“Fuck yes,” He growled without hesitation, and my chest tightened at his confidence while I shook with uncertainty. “Feeding my cock into your tight pussy,” He growled, “I nearly came in his hand.”
My hips flexed, pushing my cock into her ass all the way, and then I pulled back, stroking against his cock and making them both curse and moan. “I have to fuck.”
“Fuck us.” Frankie licked her lips, looking at me over her shoulder again. “Give me that long cock and rub it against Trav’s. Make us all come.”
“Every inch, Eli,” Trav demanded as he rocked his hips just enough when I was buried deep inside of her again. “Let us feel every fucking inch of you.”
I wasn’t gay.
But, fuck if I wasn’t going to blow my load as my best friend talked about my cock.
Was I bi?
“Harder, Eli,” Frankie begged and pushed back on me. “Fuck me so hard, please. I want to feel you for days.”
“Hold on to him,” I said, leaning over her back so the angle changed, and her hole got even tighter as Trav’s cock pressed up against mine through her. “Take me deep, like a good girl, Frankie. Beg for it.”
“Please, Eli,” She gasped, digging her nails into Trav’s chest as she laid her head on his pec, “I’m going to come so hard on your cock.
You’re fucking me deeper than anything has ever been.
You’re the longest cock I’ve ever taken, and I’m obsessed.
I’m fucking obsessed with how good you’re making me feel. ”
“I’m—” Trav grunted and then his hips were moving, lifting her with each of his thrusts. “I’m coming.”
Time ceased.
My vision darkened.
Blood roared in my ears over Frankie’s muffled cries of pleasure as she bit Trav’s pec to stay as quiet as possible. And then Trav’s hand was on my thigh, pulling me in deeper as I cursed, blinded by my orgasm as I felt Frankie tighten around us, coming on our cocks.
I thrust into her body, through the tightness of her orgasm and then through the aftershocks of it as she came down, relaxing around us, even then, I didn’t stop. My cock didn’t go down, my come dripped out around it as I kept fucking her. I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t stop.
“Oh my God,” Frankie moaned in a deep, needy cry as her nails dug into my other thigh, both of their fingers gripping my flesh as I pushed into her body over and over again.
My cock was still rock hard, and through the haze of pleasure, I could feel another orgasm building inside of me.
“Keep going, Sunshine,” Trav commanded, and I finally opened my eyes, locking my stare on him as he pulled her head up off his chest with a handful of hair so she could arch her back and take me, meeting me thrust for thrust. “Fucking take his cock, Shade. He needs your body right now. He’s going to lose himself in how damn good you feel. ”
“You both,” I hissed, fighting to get air into my lungs as I described the pleasure I was getting into existence, admitting to it and risking outrage from Trav. “Fuck, you both feel so damn good.”
“Use us,” Frankie pushed back, meeting me, and Trav growled, eyes rolling with pleasure. “Jesus, we’re all going to come again. Please, God, come again for me, boys.”
“Can’t help it,” I gasped, and Trav lost his restraint as he careened towards another orgasm. He dug his heels into the bed, lifting his knees up behind me and pushing me into Frankie even deeper as he lifted us both with his strong body, fucking up into her. “God. Fuck. Travis.”
“Yes!” She cried out, and I wrapped my hand around her jaw, covering her mouth and holding her still to take us as she came.
Her orgasm instantly spurred my own on, and I filled her ass with even more come.
Seconds later, Trav’s body convulsed beneath us both, and his hushed curses filled the room as his balls jerked underneath mine.
The only noise in the room was our ragged breaths and the wisps of pleasure lingering in the air around us until I forced myself to pull out of her used body, slowly, as she winced.
“Easy,” I kissed her shoulder and rolled off the bed to go clean up in the bathroom.
I paused at the sink with only the nightlight illuminating my face in the mirror, and I stared at my reflection. Bracing my palms on the countertop, my chest still heaved like my body hadn’t caught up to the fact that it was over.
The man in the mirror looked different somehow. My hair was a mess, my skin flushed, the kind of raw, wrecked look I usually saw in Frankie after we’d wrung her out between us. Except for this, it wasn’t just about her.
It was him too.
And me.
My eyes fell shut, replaying it all in my mind. The feel of Frankie shuddering between us, the heat of her body stretched to take us both. But layered over that—Travis.
His legs pressed against mine as we moved in sync.
His hand gripping my hip, steadying me while I drove into her.
The way his body brushed mine, the way the pressure doubled in my chest each time, sharp and electric.
It hadn’t been just her making me come undone.
And, fuck, I liked it.
I blew out a shaky breath, staring at myself again. Did that mean I was bi? Was that what this was? The thought twisted in my chest; it didn’t feel right. I wasn’t—I didn’t like men.
I didn’t even like Travis.
I didn’t crave him when Frankie wasn’t there. I didn’t picture him when I closed my eyes.
But in bed, in that moment, sharing her, sharing the rhythm, touching him because he was touching her, I hadn’t wanted to pull away. I’d wanted more.
I had wanted all of it.
My fingers curled against the porcelain sink, knuckles white. Maybe it wasn’t about labels, maybe it wasn’t about being bi or straight, maybe it was just us.
Frankie.
Travis.
Me.
The three of us together in ways that made sense only when we were tangled up like that, no rules, no definitions.
I wasn’t in love with Travis. But I loved him.
Trusted him with my life. And if his touch, his weight, his presence lit me up when we were both inside of her, then maybe that didn’t need a name.
Maybe it just needed to be real.
Because it felt fucking real to me.
Forcing myself to go back into the bedroom, the adrenaline had worn off, leaving me wrung out.
Frankie was asleep on Travis’s chest, her dark hair spilling over him like a blanket.
She looked peaceful, lips parted, leg thrown over his and tangled, her hand curling possessively over his ribs like she couldn’t let him go even in her dreams.
Silently, I kneeled on the bed, and cleaned her up, using a warm washcloth and a soft touch. She stirred a little, but Trav hooked his hand under the knee resting across his bare waist and hiked it up further, opening her up for me to get all the mess we left behind.
When I was done, I pulled the blanket up over her naked body and tossed the cloth into the hamper. My chest felt tight, my skin was too hot with the weight of what we’d done and what it had meant hanging over my head.
Travis looked over at me when I slid under the covers, leaning back against the headboard instead of sliding down and going to sleep. His hand absently stroked Frankie’s back as she slept on him, and his eyes met mine in the dim light.
Calm.
Steady.
Always fucking steady.
“You alright?” He asked quietly.
I swallowed, “I don’t know.”
He didn’t press, didn’t fill the silence. He just waited. That was the thing about my best friend; he had the patience that I didn’t.
I ran a hand through my hair, staring at the ceiling. “Back there, with her. With you. I—fuck, man—I liked it. More than I should have.”
Something shifted in his expression, but he didn’t flinch. Didn’t mock me or look away. “I thought we already squashed this after that time in her living room.”
I sighed but didn’t say anything else. Because so had I.
Doubt was a fucking dick.
“Are you saying you’re into me?” He asked.
“No,” I said quickly, maybe too quickly.
“It’s not that. I’m not looking at other guys.
I don’t want that. But with you—” I broke off, shaking my head and then whispered, “When we’re with her, when it’s the three of us, I don’t hate it.
I like it. Your touch. The way it feels. It doesn’t make sense, but—”
“It doesn’t have to,” Travis said, his voice low but certain.
I turned my head toward him, the quiet conviction in his tone pulled me in.
“We’re not following rules here, Eli. We’re making our own.
If what we’ve got feels good—feels right—we don’t have to stick a label on it.
Doesn’t mean you are anything but you. Doesn’t mean I’m anything but me.
It just means it works. For us. For her.
” He scoffed a little. “I think it really fucking works for her.” He grinned.
Something in my chest cracked, a pressure I hadn’t realized I was holding.
“And if it ever stops working?” I asked.
His mouth curved again, with the barest hint of a smile. “Then we talk. But until then, stop overthinking and let yourself have this, if it’s what you want.”
I let out a shaky laugh, rubbing a hand over my face. “Christ, you always know how to make shit sound simple.”
“Because it is,” He said, tilting his head toward the woman asleep on his chest. “She’s ours. We’re hers. That’s all that matters.”
Frankie stirred between us, letting out a soft sigh as she shifted in her sleep. Travis adjusted the blanket over her, his hand still steady against her spine.
“Being with this incredible woman feels amazing.” Trav said, “I think we can both agree on that. And if for the rest of my life, I got to please her, fuck her, and give her what I had to offer, without you even being in the room, I’d die a happy man.”
“Fuck you,” I grunted, turning off the light and sliding down in bed.
In the silent darkness he went on, voice soft and barely more than a whisper.
“But if I get to spend the rest of my life pleasing her, loving her, and fucking her, with you wrapped up in it from head to toe, I’d die a happier man.
Because it felt fucking right to me, Sunshine. It felt damn fucking good too.”
For the first time since I’d stared myself down in the bathroom mirror, I let the knot in my chest ease. Maybe he was right. Maybe it didn’t need a name.
Maybe it just needed us.
I turned on my side and slid up against Frankie’s back, bending my legs behind hers, and she wiggled back into me in her sleep.
Trav took a deep breath, and the air in the room suddenly didn’t feel so heavy.