Chapter Nineteen #3
She rolls over, still locked in their kiss, as it intensifies.
His hand slips from my waist, coming up to tangle in her hair.
He angles her head slightly, deepening their mashing of lips and the dance of their tongues.
She whimpers into his mouth, he groans, and I’m just over here in awe—growing even harder while watching them engage in this act of intimacy.
It’s quite clear he’s attempting to prove to her that she’s more than just a toy to us, and it’s also just as evident that she’s realizing she can believe it.
As she should because she's entirely too precious to both of us.
Her hips roll into him, he moans again, and I'm eager to join in however I can.
They break apart, lips both kiss-swollen and red. All I can see in his eyes is pure want, and I can envision hers are showing the same thing. She reaches behind her, tugging me in closer.
“God, one of you please fuck me,” she sighs, grinding her hips into both of us simultaneously.
Marcus lifts his head, plying me with a questioning look.
Without a word, I sit up, slip off my pants, and lean back against the headboard.
I spread my legs and encourage Lauren to lay back between them, resting her back on my chest. Once she’s nestled in, I brush her hair off to one shoulder, and start kissing down her neck, and she relaxes into me.
I reach around her and sign to Marcus. “Get in here, and let’s show her what she means to us both.” I hope my facial expression conveys the emphasis I want to put on the word both.
I bend at the knees a little, angling her hips better, as he kneels in front of her, between our legs.
With one hand cupping her breast, the other slides down her body, until my fingers land between her warm, wet pussy lips.
I gently spread them apart, baring her to Marcus—who, despite being gay—looks like he’s just laid eyes on some prized gift.
The second the pad of my middle finger swirls around her clit, she cries out, arching her neck back and resting her head on my shoulder.
I nip at her earlobe before moving down to her jaw, then onto the sensitive skin of her throat.
Marcus lines himself up at her entrance while I continue to tease her clit and knead her breast.
“Lo, my fucking god, you are an absolute dream,” he moans, feeding her his inches.
“Mmph!” she whimpers, when he’s fully seated to the hilt and he starts pumping into her.
“Am I hurting you, baby?” he checks in with her.
She shakes her head. “N-no,” she breathes out. “No, it feels good. So good. F-fuck, I love your cock.”
He grins, looking quite pleased with himself.
Rightfully so, it’s not everyday a gay man ever gets to hear that from a hetero woman.
But, then again, his sexuality (much like his wardrobe, in a sense) is quite fluid.
And when it comes to their roles in the bedroom, as well as their relationship?
They both tend to take those labels and toss ‘em right out the window. In what they’ve found in each other, they’ve found what is right for them, and I’m just grateful to be along for the ride.
As Marcus thrusts into her harder, he takes me by complete surprise by leaning in, completely over Lauren, and presses his lips to mine.
The arms he was propping himself up on the bed with bracket my head when his hands meet the headboard and grip on for stability.
He uses the momentum from that new position to piston into her deeper and to press his forehead to mine.
“Rock her upwards from below,” he pants, his breath hot and heavy between us. And, holy shit, it catches me off guard that he’s being a little assertive for once.
I do as he requests, nudging my hips upwards.
My cock slips between the crease of her ass, up towards her pussy, where the tip of my dick can feel him rutting into her.
The sensation of bucking up into that hot, damp channel is beckoning me to chase more friction, and eventually my tempo matches Marcus’.
“Feel good, Lo?” He checks in with her again when she whimpers and whines between us. “Fuck, can you even breathe?”
“Uh-huh,” she pants. “There’s s-so much going on right now, but i-it feels, mmph—oh, my god, I’m gonna—”
“Come, Lauren,” Marcus coaxes her, his forehead still pressed against mine, like he’s leaning on me for support as he tires himself out. “Come all over my cock, baby.”
I slip my hands out, away from Lauren, and reach up to grab ahold of Marcus’ pecs. I knead them a little, teasing him a bit, before I give him what he really wants… some nipple action. When I roll them between my thumbs and fingers, he emits a low, deep groan of elation.
“Fuuuuck, C, yes. Keep doing that,” he practically purrs.
I love it when his voice gets that deep. It sends a shiver of pleasure right down my spine. I continue bucking up from beneath Lauren when suddenly—
“Oh! I’m co-coming!” she cries out. “Fuck! Y-yes, keep going!”
I can feel Marcus pick up his pace.
“I can feel you milking me, Lo. Oh my fucking god, you’re so tight…” he grunts, pistoning into her harder. “Guh, I’m gonna come too. You feel so fuckin’ good, babe.”