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“Arabesque s’il vous pla?t, mademoiselles,” I tell the three young ladies in front of the mirrors. As one, they raise their legs, performing a perfect arabesque.
“Third position,” I go on, watching the way they put their feet down until they’re in a perfect third position. These three young ladies are amongst the most talented of my students. And luckily they came back after I’d been arrested. Apparently, one Miss A. Wilder and Mister C. Von Liechsenfield personally called all of my students and made a very compelling argument as to why they should come back. This group used to have six girls, so not everyone came back, but there are still enough here for me to teach a class.
“Another arabesque followed by a third position and then it’s a wrap,” I say, clapping my hands together. I’m beyond proud of them. They never had serious dancing lessons, yet now they had a real shot at becoming a dancer, or at least have some future that includes a form of dancing. It’s all because of their talent and tenacity. Just a little push in the right direction and they’re stars waiting to shine, whether that means being a professional dancer or just paying it forward by giving some dancing lessons themselves.
I’m not sure what feels better - being on a stage myself, or helping others have their time in the spotlight. I’d say it’s about even.
Grabbing my phone, I’m surprised to see that I have a text from Abby.
Abby: Everything went to shit. Can you come over?
She only sent it fifteen minutes ago, so I call instead of texting her back. She picks up after three rings.
“Where are you?” I say by way of greeting.
“We’re on the way home. Can you come over?” she asks, her voice softer than what I’m used to. Usually, she’s full of fire and spunk. Right now? She’s talking too softly, there’s no kick to her voice and she’s way too polite.
“Yeah, I’ll come right over. What happened?”
She sighs and falls silent. “It’s complicated, but I’m pretty sure we had to let the killer go today. We were outsmarted. But I have no way to prove it and now another woman will be killed.”
“Fuck.”
“Yeah, fuck.” She sounds tired and defeated.
“I’ll be there in twenty,” I say.
“Thanks,” she whispers, and my whole body screams with the desperate need to hold her and carry some of her burden.
“Abby?”
“Yes?”
“I love you.”
Another tired sigh. “I love you too.”
I hang up and put my phone in my bag. I quickly put on some shoes, make sure all the lights in the studio are out and lock up behind me. Outside I stumble upon my car, which is fucking lucky, because I couldn’t remember where I parked it for the life of me. I’ll probably never get used to driving around in my own car. Living in New York will do that to you.
The drive to Abby and Chester’s house isn’t too long, but it feels like it’s taking forever. The radio is off, so all I can hear are my thoughts. When I leave the city and drive onto the winding road that leads to the little castle on the cliffs that they call home, the thoughts grow louder.
Both of them have the power to make me feel such strong emotions that I can”t comprehend them most of the time. It’s kind of amazing, finding just one person in a lifetime that can make you feel so deeply, let alone two. And what are the odds that they are friends and I get to keep them both?
It fucking blows my mind.
The universe is telling me something for sure, and I’m one lucky son of a bitch.
When I drive up to the small castle, I find that Abby’s jeep is already parked to the side. Leaving my own car in one of the parking spaces, albeit in somewhat of a weird angle to park it in, I grab my bag, get out of the car and hurry to the door.
The door is open when I push against it, and I step inside. I drop my bag to the floor near the entrance, sitting there for the remainder of my stay here as if I’m at home there. Which I am in some way, even if it’s not official.
“Abby?” I yell. The downside of having big houses is that I don’t know where anybody is without raising my voice to ask exactly that.
“Kitchen,” I hear her say.
Walking into the kitchen, I find her standing bent over one of the counters. She looks as lost as she sounds.
“What are you doing, ma luciole?”
“I can’t figure out what I want to cook.”
Her big dark eyes find mine, and the rims are watery. Stepping forward, I place a hand on her cheek, my thumb stroking over it. “Tell me what you need.”
“My head won’t stop thinking, and that leads to feeling hopeless. I can’t seem to get these thoughts to stop. He’s going to kill someone you know. And I’m just…” She seems to think about it, as if trying to find the words. “I… I need to forget. Just for a while. Can you make me forget?” There’s hope in her eyes when she looks up to me and I know that I’d do anything for the woman standing in front of me. Even steal the moon using magical words if she asked me.
So I do the only thing I can think of. I’ll replace her worries with pleasure and make her forget, even if it’s only temporarily.
“Of course.”
I lead her into the house, taking her hand in mine and weaving my fingers through hers. When I hear the telltale signs of Chester’s music coming out of his room, some obscure song where a man is grunting words, I know I’ve found him. It’s never quiet around Chester.
Without knocking I barge in, finding my other lover on his bed in the dark, with just the light of his laptop that gives the whole room a slightly blue hue.
“What?” he grunts.
“Up,” I command. “Lose the laptop. Then strip. You too, ma luciole.”
For someone who doesn’t like to feel out of control, Chester likes direction. Which is kind of ironic, but I understand. He feels lost, even if he doesn’t admit it to himself. So when someone gives him direction, he can take control back. Instead of all the questions he could ask, he surrenders and listens to me.
I think the only two people in the whole world who can be with him like this are in this room.
He might not want to admit it, but if Abby is this distraught, he is too. If it’s not because of him, then it’s because of how Abby feels. That boy feels too deeply, lives too passionately. He just hides it well.
“What are we doing?” Abby asks, taking off her clothes as if that’s the most normal thing to do right now.
“I’m going to carry your worries for a while, and I’m going to love the both of you while doing so. I don’t know anything about murderers or how it influences you for not being able to catch him, but I do know how to let go and feel. So trust me, let me do that for you.”
I pull her closer and let my hand glide from her waist over her side to her back. Her curves are mouthwatering, and the strength of the muscles that lie beneath her silky skin are awe-inspiring. She’s the kind of woman you’d stop for if she passes you in the street, turning around and watching her until she was nothing but a speck burned on your retinas. It’s impossible for me to ever get enough of her.
Leaning forward, I kiss her plump lip, almost tempted to bite into it - it’s neither the time nor the place for it. I wipe my thumb over the place I just kissed.
“Bed, on your back,” I tell her.
While she moves to listen to my command, I find a fully undressed Chester, staring at her like she’s the sun in his darkness-covered life. And while the sight of his lean, muscular body turns me on, the way he looks at her makes me go wild. I put my hand on his lower back, stroking him over his ink-covered skin.
When I press my clothed front to his naked back, I feel him shivering. My hand grabs his full behind, mind-blown by the shape and the feel of it.
“Join her, kiss her. Show her how you feel about her,” I say, putting my mouth right next to his ear before I press a soft kiss beneath it. Chester moves to the bed, climbs on it, and tangles his body through Abby’s before he pushes the loose strands of her hair out of her face and kisses her.
They really are a sight to see.
I quickly get rid of my clothes, dropping them right where I’m standing. Chester languidly kisses Abby, who has her eyes closed, her eyelashes kissing her cheeks. Both of them caress the other, slowly stroking each other. I’d like to take a picture of it and keep this image with me forever.
The bed dips when I climb on it, lying down on my side behind Chester. His skin is soft when I start stroking his back. I’m always amazed that his back can be fully covered in ink, but still feels smooth. My hand goes down from his neck to his lower back, peppering him with kisses all over his spine.
When I work my way back up, I make sure to get all the sensitive spots that I’ve discovered on his back. Between his shoulder blades, the inch of skin between his neck and his shoulders, the back of his neck. When he groans, I know I’ve hit all the right places. With my mouth so close to his ear I could kiss it if I wanted to, I tell him to touch her.
She releases a sigh, and it’s pure exhaustion that I feel her exude. But when he reaches between her legs and touches her, she seems to relax into it. I admire the way his arm bulges with the movement he makes. His shoulders are muscular but lean, and his arm is exquisite.
Abby reaches between Chester’s and her body, trying to touch him as well. But that’s not what I have on the program. I grab her hand, carefully coercing it back out between them and bringing it to my mouth, so I can kiss her knuckles.
Then I put her hand on Chester’s cheek, leaving it there and bringing my own hand between their bodies. Abby lets out little moans of pleasure, and I love how small the sounds are.
My hand glides over Chester’s abdomen and when I reach his erection, I grab it. Starting from the base, I move to the top with my hand around it in a vice-like grip, gliding over the piercing just below the top of his cock. The touch makes Chester moan, and he deepens his kiss with Abby. I start kissing him all over his back, knowing damn well this is the only thing he’ll allow me to do while lying behind him. Anything more would set him off, make him feel like he’s losing control. That’s the exact opposite of what I’m trying to do here.
All I want tonight is for them to feel loved and know there’s some good in this world.
The top of his cock is slick with precum, which I smear all over his shaft, making him pant. Both of them are writhing over each other, him fucking my fist.
“Don’t stop,” Abby whispers against his lips, unable to take her eyes off of him, her face a mask of bliss. She’s rubbing her body against Chester, moving her hips to find just the right friction. He’s got his thumb on the apex of her thighs, while his fingers disappear inside of her. Her breath quickens and the muscles in her abdomen tighten, her head falling back in ecstasy. Her leg starts to shake, her breathing momentarily stops while her mouth opens and she’s lost in beautiful agony. The French call it la petite mort for a reason.
“God, she’s beautiful like this, don’t you think?” I ask, full of admiration. I could watch her for all eternity and not be bored for even a second.
“I’ve never seen anything more beautiful,” Chester answers in a raspy voice, his eyes glued to the divine woman half beneath him.
Her cheeks pinken, making her look alive. It’s one of my favorite things about her. She doesn’t do false modesty, that’s mainly saved for her skills. Giving her compliments in the bedroom? She doesn’t know what to do with that.
She takes a while to come down from her high, and I give her that time by playing with Chester, kissing and caressing him all over. He reaches behind his head, wrapping his arm around mine, pulling me closer to him and not letting him go. His head has fallen back against me, giving into my embrace and letting go - it’s the most relaxed I’ll ever get him. Gone is the tough man, and all that’s left is this pure guy who’s completely himself - no masks left. I love both versions of him, but this one is a little more special because I rarely get to see it.
Abby is watching the way I’m pleasuring Chester. If anything, her ability to let Chester and me be in love as well is the thing that blows my mind the most. Her heart is big enough for it.
“Please lie on your back,” I growl in Chester’s ear when I let go of his cock, and he huffs, opening his baby blue eyes and staring at me. Before he listens to me, he presses his lips against mine, his tongue against my mouth asking to deepen the kiss. And just like that I’m lost to him.
Way too soon he ends it as he wiggles himself out from our bodies, listening to my request for him to lie on his back. When he stretches his arms over his head, I let my eyes roam over his body, resisting the urge to lick him all over. I swallow hard, wetting my lips, noticing how his eyes follow my tongue moving over my mouth.
Focusing my attention on the other gorgeous creature in the room, I find enough distance to not just jump Chester. That would not be in line with what I have in store for them tonight. “Straddle him, please,” I tell Abby, tapping Chester’s thigh.
She pushes herself up from the bed, using a catlike grace in her movements. She could have been an exceptional dancer in another life, and if she wasn’t doing the job she’s doing now I’d consider that a shame. She hovers on her knees above Chester, not sitting down.
“Can she hold your hands against the bed?” I ask my lover, being thoughtful of his boundaries.
He just nods while he stares at the one woman in the world who can be with him like this. Abby leans forward, putting her hands on his forearms and gliding them up over his wrists, until she reaches his hands and weaves her fingers through his. Yes, she’s holding him down, but the touch is tender.
I get up from the bed as well, sitting up on my haunches between Chester’s wide legs and behind Abby. Starting at the top of Abby’s spine, I stroke her all the way down, cupping her ass and stop touching her body altogether. Chester’s erection is against his belly, and I work my arm around Abby to grab hold of it.
“Sit back, please,” I tell Abby, holding the engorged tip of Chester’s cock against her opening. She lowers herself on it, stretching her as he disappears inside her. Once she’s fully seated, they just sit like that for a moment.
“Now move, loves,” I whisper loud enough for both of them to hear. And they do. Slowly, hesitantly. When Abby sighs shiveringly, I move over her, pressing my front against her back. My hard-on rests on her back and my arms are wrapped around her. With one hand I hold her breast - loving the way her small handful seem to fit her body perfectly - the other one reaching between her and Chester and finding her clit. Pushing up on my legs, I set the rhythm. It’s a little bit quicker than what they had set themselves, but it’s still slow enough to be sensual.
Both of them moan and grunt, their mouths having found each other as if they were magnets. I push my nose in the crook of her neck, hair in my face and all, giving her kisses. Nipping and licking her earlobe.
All the while, I push them into a flow, riding them further into pleasure. And the longer it takes, the harder the moans become. The movements get more frantic, and both of them seem to be nearing their climax. The friction of pushing them into a rhythm, my dick stuck between my abdomen and her back, is enough to make my balls draw up to the point the familiar feeling in my spine starts.
Abby gasps, stilling her body, but the way I’m pushing her back makes her move through her temporary state of stillness. Looking over her shoulder, I can see Chester throwing his head back, following her into orgasm.
And while I keep pushing her onto him, I drive myself into my own climax. Ropes of cum spurt from me, painting Abby’s back like a canvas. It feels as if I’m making a masterpiece instead of a mess. When the last waves of pleasure start to subside, I kiss her shoulder one last time before I take my body off of her.
She lies down on Chester, half rolling off of him, on her side, with wild hair and hooded eyes. Chester has his eyes closed, still panting. The corner of my mouth creeps up looking at them. It’s a good sight.
I make my way to the bathroom, grabbing a washcloth and wetting it with some warm water. By the time I get back to Chester’s room, both of them are asleep. I do my best to clean everyone up without waking them and get into bed with them.
Jesus, life can be fucked up.
But man, what a ride it is.