Chapter 15
Cyrus
Before our dates, we’d all discussed how we would move at Tori’s pace.
If she wants to be with any of us sexually, either alone or all of us, that’s her call.
I’m well aware that my choice to arrange the final date worked to my advantage, as there’s no rush to end.
That being said, I wasn’t expecting anything more than maybe a kiss, if I was lucky.
When I told her my feelings, I wasn’t doing it for any other reason than the simple desire to let her know how I feel.
I knew I liked her, that I was inexplicably drawn to her, beyond simple physical attraction, from the first day we met.
I’ve been wrestling with my jealousy ever since I found out that she’d hooked up with Hunter.
I was relieved and also a bit scared when she finally admitted to us all that she wants all of us.
I don’t want a repeat of what happened with Bella, but I don’t want to let this opportunity slip through my fingers like sand.
Tori is worth trying. But the pressure of living up to expectations, of being worthy of her, almost left me frozen.
I wasn’t sure I was going to make a move at all until I found myself blurting out my feelings.
The kiss happens naturally, as easily as breathing. We move in perfect sync, without the usual clashing of teeth some first kisses involve. Tori tastes of wine and cheesecake. Her lips are soft, welcoming. I never want the kiss to end.
She presses her body close to me, and my arms wrap around her waist, pulling her closer.
I can’t get enough. Her hands work at the buttons of my shirt, never breaking our kiss.
She runs her nails up my chest, unpeeling my shirt over my shoulders, her hands tantalizingly running over them and down my back as she removes it.
My fingers run through her hair, cupping her head as she arches her neck, an invitation.
I kiss the sensitive skin, enjoying the soft gasp of pleasure she emits.
I breathe her in. She guides me to remove her dress, turning so I can unzip it, the silky fabric dropping to the floor in a puddle.
My eyes take in the gentle curve of her spine, the dimples on her lower back, her rounded ass, ripe like a peach.
She turns to face me, and I kiss her once more, unclasping her bra with one hand. She shrugs out of it, casually throwing it aside. Her breasts are full and heavy, perfectly rounded with pink nipples I capture in my mouth.
Our hands explore the planes of each other’s bodies. I trace her voluptuous curves with my fingertips, worshipping every inch of her smooth skin. I lift her onto the countertop, the surface now serving as a dining table for an entirely different kind of dessert.
“You’re beautiful,” I tell her.
My arousal is evident, my erection tenting the front of my pants. But my pleasure is secondary. I want to show Tori how much I want her, how incredible she is. I want to worship her as she deserves. I want to taste her.
She arches her back as I trail kisses down her body, parting her thighs to reveal the perfection between them. My fingers trace the folds of her slit, feeling how she grows wetter with every caress. She moans as I glide my finger inside her, thumb stroking the clit, while I suck on her nipple.
It’s everything I imagined and more.
She moans for more, reaching for my hardness, but I want to take my time. I want to taste her.
I bury my head between her legs, scenting her arousal before I slowly trace circles with my tongue around her clit. My fingers work in a slow, steady rhythm, finding the right motion that makes her gasp my name.
“You taste so good, baby,” I tell her. I want her to know how perfect she is.
“Cyrus,” she moans again. I could hear her say my name like that a thousand times and never grow tired of it.
She grips my hair, pushing my head closer, hungry for more.
She grinds her hips, willing me to move faster, deeper, harder, but I’m not Hunter.
I want to give her a wholly different, slower, more sensual experience.
After all, she wants all three of us for our differences.
For what we can each offer. I want to show her that I can provide more than just a listening ear or a shoulder to cry on.
I want to show her the joy of a slow, intimate connection.
I can feel her climax building. Each time she nears the edge, I pull back slightly, bringing her close but never allowing her to find release, knowing when she does, it will be all the sweeter.
I pause momentarily, ignoring her protests not to stop, and carry her over to the couch.
I want her to be comfortable, to feel completely safe, completely relaxed.
She looks up at me through hooded eyes, even more beautiful now that she’s letting herself go.
Tori is always so worried, so self-conscious, like the weight of the world is on her shoulders.
I want to take that from her. To shoulder her burdens so she can fly.
She pulls me to her, kissing me deeply. This time, when she reaches for my boxers, I don’t stop her. I help her pull them off, allowing myself the brief pleasure of the feel of her hand, stroking my erection, making me even harder, before I return to pleasuring her with my tongue.
“I want you to fuck me, please,” she gasps.
“I don’t have a condom.”
“It’s okay, I’m on the pill,” she assures me.
My willpower is good, but not that good.
I can’t resist. Tori guides my cock to her ready and wet entrance.
I push inside, slowly, taking my time, allowing myself to feel every inch as I delve deeper inside her.
She’s so tight, so wet, I worry I’m going to explode there and then.
I take a breath, closing my eyes and holding still for a moment to regain my control.
She reaches up to touch my face, and I open my eyes, locking with hers. “Stay with me,” she murmurs.
I kiss her, hips moving, thrusting in and out. Our bodies move as one. We kiss passionately, tenderly. We connect on a deeper level that goes beyond sex. It’s like she’s sharing part of her soul with me. Sex has never felt this right before.
“Tori,” I say, unable to find more words.
“Yes, Cyrus, more. I’m so close,” she moans. “Cum with me.”
Her words unravel me and I can’t hold back any longer.
I thrust faster, deeper, and harder. She digs her nails into my back, pulling me close.
Our tongues intertwine as we reach the top of the mountain, tumbling over the edge of the cliff together as we reach mutual climax.
Her orgasm lasts longer than mine, her pelvic floor tensing and pulling the last of mine out of me while hers ripples through her.
I hold her close, kissing her gently. She rests her head on my chest, smiling up at me, satiated and blissful.
“You’re perfect,” I tell her.
She pulls a face, rolling her eyes. “You have to say that, we just had sex.”
“I mean it.”
“You’re sweet,” she tells me, kissing my cheek. “And that was incredible. I didn’t think anything could top dinner, but you proved me wrong.”
“Well, that’s good to hear,” I chuckle.
Relief floods me that I was able to give Tori as much pleasure as she gave me. I don’t want to compete with my friends, but there’s naturally always a bit of competition among most friends. Even if we’re all happy to share, I wouldn’t want to be the one who’s bad in bed.
“Do you think the others will be mad?” she says, biting her lip.
I kiss her nose. “Nope. I think they’d be madder if I didn’t seal the deal. We played a pretty intense game of rock, paper, scissors over who got to be the final date of the day.”
She pretends to be offended, tapping my chest lightly. “So the plan was always to seduce me,” she gasps, mouth popping into a perfect ‘O’.
“Can you blame me?”
“No, I’m glad you did. I think I’m ready… for all of you now. Or should I have some… Erm…” Tori clears her throat. “Alone time, with Flint first.”
I chuckle, finding her desire to be fair and navigate this relationship equally adorable. “I think you should do whatever you want, whatever makes you more comfortable. I’m sure Flint wouldn’t object to some alone time, but whether that comes before or after, he won’t mind.”
She nods, considering my words. Then she smiles at me, her face lighting up beautifully. “How did I get so lucky?” she asks with a wistful smile.
“I was just asking myself the same thing.”