Chapter 27
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
SEBASTIAN
Igently remove Fi from my lap then crawl over to Michaels. I lean forward and kiss him, and my world tilts. When it rights itself something clicks into place.
I’m kissing a guy.
I’m kissing Brantley Michaels—the hockey player I once admired, the immature smart-mouth I once tolerated, the broken man I’m now realizing that I long to keep.
My entire body is aflame as our lips move together.
It’s different from kissing Fi, but not unpleasant.
Far from it. These two are constantly knocking gender norms on their asses because where Fi is forceful and aggressive, Michaels’s mouth is soft and gentle, yet insistent and needy.
His whole demeanor bleeds raw emotion as our hands start to wander, sliding over curved biceps and firm asses.
My cock is already thickening. As we both rise onto our knees, his hardness presses against mine with electric friction, and for the first time since I started entertaining the idea of a threesome, I’m not scared. I’m confident and horny as fuck.
“Take your clothes off, Stitch,” I growl aggressively, and he whimpers into my mouth. I pull away and lock eyes with Fi. “You too.”
I sit back against the couch, my fingers flexing against the soft carpet as I watch them yank off shirts and shimmy out of pants.
My dick throbs, and I want to touch myself so badly, but I’m positive I won’t last long if I do.
I want to enjoy this. I want to feel every second of it.
For once, I’m not submitting to pleasure to force myself to forget, and it’s freeing.
Fi finishes undressing first, tossing her bra behind her as she drops to her knees in front of me, completely nude.
I marvel at the pale, dimpled skin of her thighs, the gentle curve of her breasts, and the way her brownish-pink nipples harden when I crawl forward and graze my fingers over them.
She moans loudly, pushing her tits into my hands.
I lean in, suck one of her buds into my mouth, and roll it between my teeth.
Michaels is on my other side, and his large hands tug insistently at the waistband of my shorts. I huff with annoyance when I have to pull away from Fi, but lift one leg and then the other, allowing him to remove my shorts and boxers.
My cock springs free and presses against Fi’s stomach when I reposition myself, our warm skin mingling. I resist the urge to rut against her because fuck, she feels good.
Now that I’m leaning over Fi, Michaels scoots in close behind me, and I try not to tense when I feel his hard length pressing into my ass crack.
“Relax, Bastian,” he rumbles. “I’m like a sexy vampire; I always ask permission before I enter.”
I swallow and let out a shaky laugh, then continue sucking on Fi’s breasts.
Hot breath teases the muscles of my back before Michaels drops soft kisses along my shoulder blades and feathers his hands along the ridges of my abs, the rough pads of his fingers grazing the tip of my cock.
I choke on a groan. Being sandwiched between two warm bodies is sensory overload in the best possible way.
Fi pulls my face to hers and kisses me. It’s all tongue and teeth, and the metallic taste of blood mingles with the taste of her as she bites my lower lip. Then, she pushes me against Michaels’s hard chest. His cock nestles farther between my cheeks, and I inadvertently whine, wiggling against him.
“Whoa, big guy.” Michaels grips my biceps and gives me a warning squeeze. “Keep moving like that, and I’ll be coming really quickly.”
“What…,” I start, but Fi drops her head and takes the tip of my cock into her mouth. “Fuck,” I moan. My head falls back against Michaels’s shoulder, and I turn my face, staring at his scar. I press a tender kiss against it and hear his breath catch.
He sucks my neck in return, his tongue lingering over my pulse point. Then, he takes two fingers and slips them into my mouth. I suck on them, saliva dripping down my chin, before he removes them and slides them between our bodies, right against my tight rim.
Just his two digits make me feel so full as he eases them inside, but it helps that Fi takes that exact moment to deep throat my cock. Her mouth is so warm and her tongue runs enthusiastically up and down my length as she bobs her head.
The sounds coming from my mouth aren’t coherent in any way, and the white-hot ecstasy building in my spine sends spots dancing around the room.
“You’re taking us both so good, baby,” Michaels croons against my ear, pushing his fingers in farther.
I arch my back, and Fi makes the hottest gagging noise I’ve ever heard when my dick hits the back of her throat.
“I’m going to put my cock in you now. I want to come inside you, Sebastian. Do you want that?”
I nod quickly, my whole body tingling. “Please,” I practically sob. “I need you.”
Fi hums with approval around my length, and Michaels cups his hand below my lips. “Spit,” he commands, and I do.
Then I assume he lubes up his dick because within a minute, he’s pushing himself against my hole. The mushroomed head of his cock inches past the tight ring of muscle and slowly slides inside me. His thick length burns as he stretches me, but I welcome the feeling with a strangled cry.
Michaels stills. “You okay?” He runs one hand gently along my arm.
“Yes. Fuck,” I pant. “Don’t stop.”
Michaels’s hand splays out flat on my stomach as he pushes deeper into me. “You’re not ready to be railed,” he whispers. “But this is still going to feel so good.”
He’s not wrong, but despite the initial sting, his cock inside me already feels incredible. When he pulls out and sinks back in, I almost come, the waiting orgasm dancing on the edge of a knife.
Michaels groans loudly. “You feel amazing. So tight. Like this ass was made for me.” His fingertips dig into my hips.
Fi picks up her pace, spit dripping all over my balls, and it’s so filthy that I start losing control.
“I’m going to come,” I gasp.
Michaels seems to be on the same page because as the climax hits me, he pushes in deep and holds still, squeezing his arms around my torso as he comes too. He cusses and groans my name, and I never thought hearing another man fall apart that way would be so erotic.
I tangle my hands in Fi’s silky hair, filling her mouth with my release, and she swallows, her throat bobbing. My eyes drop to her flushed face. She pulls her pink, swollen lips off my cock, cum dribbling obscenely down her chin.
“Holy shit,” Michaels breathes against my neck, resting his chin on my shoulder. Together, we watch intently as Fi swipes my semen with her finger and slides it into her mouth, sucking it clean.
I turn my head, my eyes drinking in Michaels’s warm hazel gaze, and without thinking, I gently press my lips against his.
He kisses me back softly and then smiles against my mouth as we lay back on the floor.
When Fi crawls into my lap, butterflies explode in my stomach.
Michaels secures his arms around my waist, and we fall asleep in a sweaty, satisfied heap.
The air around us is chilly when I wake, morning light filtering through the gauzy curtains. Thankfully, someone had the forethought to pull a blanket over us sometime during the night or else we’d be shivering once the fire went out.
Michaels’s arms are still draped around my waist, his nose nestled against the nape of my neck, while Fi’s back is pushed up against me. My morning wood is very much awake and aching to be touched.
We’re still nude, and it smells like sex.
I wait for the panic to take over, but I just feel content. Safe. I’m sore from last night, but it’s…comforting. The way Michaels respected my boundaries during that intensely intimate moment is playing my heart strings pretty hard this morning.
I shimmy from between Fi and Michaels’s warm bodies, biting back a groan when my hard dick slides against the soft skin of Fi’s back.
After last night, I’m not even sure how I’m still horny.
Since leaving Vancouver, I’ve been in a constant state of arousal, and I’m starting to wonder if I should be concerned. I’ve never experienced this before.
Michaels peeks an eye open, watching me sleepily as I pull on my shorts.
“Go back to sleep,” I whisper. “I’m going to call Lincoln.”
He nods and rolls closer to Fi, slinging a muscled arm around her and cupping her bare tit as he nuzzles her hair. She whimpers but doesn’t wake up. I turn away, hiding a smile because, fuck, they’re cute.
I grab my coat and pull on my boots. I wasn’t kidding when I told Fi that all my clean clothes were in the truck, so here I am, walking out on the porch in the middle of winter in shorts to make a phone call that I’m dreading.
My stomach twists when I see the mess in the front yard. Nedry’s body is still and stiff in the snow, and his skin has turned an unnatural shade of blue. The snow around him is stained red, but it’s dull and brownish, having congealed overnight.
I pull out my phone and try to FaceTime Lincoln. My signal is spotty, but it finally connects.
He answers after several rings, looking grumpy as fuck. “Do you realize what time it is, Sebastian?” His hair is a disaster, dark brown locks spiked up in the back and falling over his slate-gray eyes in the front.
“Actually, no, what time is it?” I quip. I don’t actually care what time it is, but I want to be an asshole.
He bares his teeth at me as he moves through the house, settling in the kitchen to sit at the island. “It’s six fucking thirty, so this had better be an emergency because I was about to rail your sister awake.”
“Ugh, gross.” He gives me a bratty smirk, and I roll my eyes. “We need your help,” I say with a sigh, running a hand through my hair.
Lincoln’s face turns serious as he studies me. “What happened?”
“There was…an accident.”
Panic flashes in his gaze, but he schools his features quickly. “Is Flowers okay?”
“Yes, she’s fine. But Michaels killed a guy.”