Chapter 4 #2
“Hey,” I protest. But I know it’s no use. Gwenna rocks back on her heels, looks up at the ceiling, and lets out a little laugh.
“What?” I say, maybe too defensively.
“Oh, I was just thinking,” she goes on. “About that one time, when you were both, um, sitting there, and I walked in and saw you…”
My face has gone very hot. At the memory. And at where my imagination is now going with it.
“Oh. Yeah.” Lanz gives a laugh that sounds more like a cough. "Well, history repeats itself, I guess."
"History doesn't repeat itself," Gwenna corrects. She tips her head slightly. "But it does rhyme."
She looks at me. Right at me.
"Well, I'll leave you to it," she starts, but I catch her by the wrist.
"Don't," I say. "I mean. Don't go. Stay."
She stares down at my hand, holding her in place. So do I.
What am I doing?
I let her go.
"Sorry," I mutter. "I don't--"
Gwenna ignores me. She steps around the couch, kneeling by the coffee table.
"You're reading my favorite book," she says, lifting the paperback.
"It's your favorite?"
"Well," she hedges. "It's certainly a...book I have read, let's put it that way." She sets it back down and looks me in the eye. "Do you like it?"
Now Lanz is staring at me, too. My neck feels hot. "Do...you like it?" I ask. "I mean, did you?"
"Is how I answer going to change your opinion?"
I don't have it in me to lie. "Probably."
She smiles. The kind of smile that I'd have to say is a little flirty.
"Why'd you ask me to stay just now, Cal?"
I look at Lanz. My heart is hammering in my ribs. "Because..."
He gives a tiny nod.
"Because I wanted you to stay with us," I finish.
That doesn't even make sense, I think, but it's too late, because I am already pulling her into me, a clumsy sprawling kiss that has her basically falling into my lap.
Gwenna gasps a little in surprise, but doesn't pull back, doesn't resist. No, she leans into me, opens her mouth all warm and soft for me and kisses me back, so intense I feel briefly drunk.
"You just had to say so," she murmurs.
Lanz, I notice, is an armslength away. Watching--staring.
But not touching either of us. I catch his eyes for just a heartbeat and he nods again, like maybe this is all he wants, and I don't really understand but I don't protest, because Gwenna's climbed back onto me anyway, kissing my chin and my neck, her hands on my chest and the ends of her hair brushing my face.
I let my hands travel up over her hips and narrow waist, under her sweater, softer flesh and softer skin, and then I think of her breasts--touching them, tasting them--and my dick gives a mighty twitch in my pants.
Trying not to lose my nerve, I brush my fingers higher, up her ribs, feeling around for, I don't know, a latch or a zipper or something. But there's nothing.
Gwenna pulls back again, tucking hair behind her ear. "Something wrong?"
“You’re not—” I swallow. "Where's your bra?"
Watching us, Lanz’s eyes flash, bright with surprise then dusky with something more.
"Oh." Gwenna blushes a little. She shrugs and plucks at her sleeve. "Thick knit. Didn’t think I needed to wear one.”
Then she reaches for the bottom of the sweater. And I can feel Lanz's eyes burning on my face, watching me watching her, as she strips it over her head.
"That better?" she asks.
I barely remember to nod in time. My cock is so hard it’s actually starting to hurt. I could touch myself, I guess, but that feels awkward, and…
…and it’s not what I want. If I’m being truly honest. It’s really not what I want most right now.
“He might need a little help.” Lanz nods at me, his eyes glancing from my face to the tent in the front of my pants. Gwenna turns, follows his gaze.
“He’s too polite to ask,” he goes on, leaning a little closer so he can murmur in her ear. Still not touching her, though. “But I know he likes getting his dick sucked.”
“Oh.” Gwenna’s eyes go wide. She tucks and re-tucks the same piece of hair behind her ear. "Um..."
Lanz realizes first. “You’ve never?” he asks softly.
She shakes her head. And yet she reaches for me, grazes the front of my zipper. I twitch at her touch, a whine escaping my throat.
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.
“Oh, boy.” Lanz exhales hard, but he’s smiling. “Do you…want me to talk you through it?”
Gwenna licks her lips. Her green eyes go up and down my body.
She nods.
“Mhm.”
Lanz smiles wider. “Good.” He leans into me. “I think he deserves it.”
He kisses me so fast and hard I can’t stop the whimper that escapes my lips. My cock pulses in my pants as he pulls away.
“Cal, can you—”
He doesn’t have to finish the sentence; I’m already ripping at my belt buckle and zipper. Pathetic, but I don’t care. I shove my boxers and pants away and look at him, look at her, for I don’t know what. Confirmation. Approval.
Gwenna’s brows are drawn. Her lips are parted a little. But her eyes…
They look hungry.
“He's, uh, above average,” Lanz says, “but you’ll be fine. C’mere.” He gestures her over to his side of the couch, then glances at me. “Move back a little. Stretch out so she has room to—”
I scramble backwards, pushing myself to the corner of the couch and extending as much as I can.
Lanz’s smile turns into a smirk, and he leans over to whisper right in my ear. “You are so good at doing what you’re told, Cal.”
And I shiver.
Not just from the praise, though. From the fact that he sounds…better. Like him again.
He turns to Gwenna. “Use your tongue first,” he says. “Get him wet.”
She nods. And obliges.
I jump at the first touch of her.
"Sorry!" I cry, at the same time Gwenna does.
“Easy, Cal.” Lanz presses a hand against my shoulder. “You’ll give her a black eye.”
I nod a few times. “Sorry," I say again. Kneeling by my knees, Gwenna bites her lip. Probably just a nervous tic or something, but it really doesn't help her look less sexy, especially when I can practically still feel her nipples brushing over my skin--
“Relax,” Lanz says, softer. “Both of you. Maybe slower this time, okay?”
Again, Gwenna nods, and bends gingerly over me, her dark hair falling as she skates the light, warm edge of her tongue up and down the side of my cock.
I shiver mightily. But hold still. I'm going to have to close my eyes.
“Good,” I hear Lanz say. “Now take the head in your mouth. Suck on it. Gentle—good.”
It is good. She is good—terribly, achingly good. She picks up the pace, gets firmer and harder, and slowly, just barely, I pump into her taut lips. When I do, she responds, responds with a short hum and a flick of tongue that hits the electric spot right underneath the head.
“Jesus,” I groan, eyes flying open.
“Perfect,” Lanz murmurs. “Perfect. Relax.”
I nod, let my eyes shut again, slide into her more even as I’m white-knuckling my self-control.
Because I could do this forever. With her, and with him.
Except then it stops.
I open my eyes. Gwenna’s rocked back on her knees, looking at Lanz.
“What’s wrong?” He looks down at her, concern etched on his features. “Are you okay?”
“Nothing,” she says, tucking hair behind her ear for the thousandth time. I guess hair really gets in the way; hadn’t ever thought about it. “I’m fine. It’s just…”
Alarm ricochets through me. “You don’t have to keep going,” I say quickly, straightening up a little.
“No! No, it’s not that. It’s…” She looks at Lanz. “I don’t want you just watching again,” she all but whispers. “I want you to touch me too.”
At that, Lanz shuts his eyes. And they stay shut. I see him tense his fists and release them.
"Only if you want to," she says. Quickly. Disappointed, almost. "You don't have to--"
"No," Lanz says. He exhales sharply. His jaw is so tense it's practically trembling. "No. I do. It's just..." He trails off. His voice gets smaller. Vulnerable. “If that’s what you want, Gwenna?"
Gwenna nods.
"Okay."
Slowly, he eases himself to the ground, so he’s kneeling behind her, but somehow it’s not until he reaches for his belt that I understand what he’s about to do.
Oh, God.
I grit my teeth, helpless and so fucking hard, as I watch. His hands gripping her hips as she arches for him. Her eyelids fluttering as he slides inside her. And her mouth fastening around my cock as he begins to thrust.
“That’s it,” Lanz groans—to her or to me, I don’t even know. “You’re doing perfect, baby.”
I’m lost. I’m gone. I can hear sounds—slick, sliding noises, Lanz’s voice instructing, guiding—and I can feel sounds, feel Gwenna hum with warm pleasure deep in her throat, but at the same time, I’m senseless.
Like my ears are ringing at full volume, like all I can feel is that familiar pressure building at the base of my spine and the distant grip of my fingers on the plush of the couch…
“I’m gonna—” I choke. “I’m—”
I can’t speak. I can’t see. I’m obliterated.
“Good,” Lanz says. “Come for us, Cal.”
Fuck.
Too fast, too forceful and hard, I explode in Gwenna’s mouth.
My hips buck wildly, all control gone, thrusting up as I throb out pulse after pulse after tight, perfect pulse.
Then I crash back to earth. To what I’ve done.
Fuck.
“Are you okay?” I half-crawl, half-fall off the couch. White-hot shame floods my body, mixing with the aftershocks of my orgasm as I reach for her, search her face, hoping and desperate that I didn’t, I don’t know, hurt her.
Gwenna coughs lightly, and looks up at me, beautiful and vulnerable. “I think so. I think…”
She trails off, trails off into a long, shuddering moan, and—and Jesus Christ, she’s coming, she’s coming and moaning and clutching at my thighs with my cum still trickling out of her mouth as she—
“Unh.” Lanz grunts from behind her and lets out that sound, that final, guttural growl I recognize as he slams into her one last time.
I feel weak.
“How’d she do?” Lanz asks, panting.
“How’d she…” I blink. “Oh. Good. Great. Perfect. You were—”
Gwenna blushes furiously. I dart a glance from her to Lanz to her again, not sure who to look at or speak to or thank.
Not sure who is getting to me more.
“Lost for words,” Lanz teases. “Good sign.”
But his tone doesn't quite meet his eyes.
Gwenna's face flickers with something--pride, maybe? Satisfaction? Well, whatever it is, she earned it. I can barely pick my jellied self off the floor and onto the couch, but I offer her a hand as she gets up.
"Thanks." She ducks her head, wiping a hand over her mouth. "Um. I'm going to...take a shower, I think?"
"Of course," I rasp. "Um, thank you." Her sweater's hanging off the edge of the couch, so I hand it back to her.
Gwenna laughs. "You're welcome, Cal." She leans over and kisses my forehead, then pulls the sweater back over her head and heads for the stairs. "Let me know what you think of the last chapter," she calls back. "When you get there."
"Uh huh," I manage, still not quite breathing regular yet. I look over at Lanz, who's tugging his jeans back by the other side of the couch.
I almost can't believe it's the same person who walked in here twenty minutes ago. It's like he's suddenly in HD or something. Sharper, warmer, in clearer focus.
A prickle crawls down the back of my neck, cutting through the afterglow.
Something's not right.
But what?
"Feeling better?" I say, after too much silence.
“Me?" Lanz says, glancing in my direction. "Uh, yeah. Yeah, much."
He nods a few times, like he's emphasizing the point.
But he doesn't meet my eyes when he does it.