33. Ainsley
Chapter 33
Ainsley
T aylor and I wait in the long line at the bar for another round of beers, accepting the bottles with a hefty tip in hopes of quicker service next time.
I look around to find where Avery and the girls got off to, but I only see him, leaning with his back to the bar, alone. We make our way over and flank him. I hand him a beer which he accepts without looking my way.
Without taking his eyes off whatever’s in front of him.
When I follow his gaze, I understand why.
The crowd on the dance floor has parted just enough to give our girls some room, making it seem like they’re dancing in a spotlight. They’re dressed for the weather in short, tight dresses that ride up their legs as they twist and spin, holding hands, hugging, and then twirling each other and laughing as their exposed skin glistens with sweat.
It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.
“Fucking hell,” Taylor mutters from Avery’s other side.
Ave snorts. “Took the words right out of my mouth. ”
We all watch in mesmerized silence for what feels like forever but doesn’t even last an entire song. Time seems to have slowed as the girls dance and grind together in our own personal fantasy show.
“So, you three are like…together?” Avery asks finally, still not looking away from the girls.
“Yeah,” I say, barely able to get the word out with my mouth still hanging open.
“How does that work?”
“I fuck her one way, and he fucks her the other,” Taylor cuts in.
Avery snorts in surprise. “Alright.”
Another pregnant pause while I wait for the next question.
“Do you two…” Avery starts to ask and then stops himself. “Never mind. It doesn’t matter.”
He turns then, looking at me for the first time in a while. I drag my gaze from the dance floor to meet his eyes. The kind, understanding, empathetic eyes of the only person I’ve ever been completely honest with. The person who knows me in ways my father never will. “I’m glad you’re happy. You look happy.”
I nod. I could let it go, but the truth burns inside me. “We haven’t. He and I.” I gulp as the truth tries to fight its way back down my throat. “But…”
Avery claps a hand on my shoulder and grips me there, leveling his gaze with mine once more. “It’s all good, man. You’ll figure this out. You make great decisions for yourself. Always have.”
I have to look away as I process his words. The ones I’ve been telling myself but hadn’t, until this moment, realized I needed confirmation for.I’m about to say something stupid and sappy, but we get interrupted.
Fran crashes into Avery, arms around his neck, nearly throwing him off balance as he catches her, laughing. The smell of sweat and alcohol surrounds us like a mist.
“We’re going to get another shot,” she announces, too loud even for the noisy bar.
I look around for Gemma and find her a few feet away, still dancing to the Sean Paul song booming from the speakers.
“I think you’ve had exactly the right number of shots already. Maybe we should get you home.”
Fran pulls away, arms crossed as she scowls drunkenly at him. “But we just started dancing.”
Avery pulls her back in. “Love, you’ve been dancing for an hour, and you’re drunk as hell.” He glances around, remembering suddenly that there were two of them. “How’s your dance partner doing? Matching you shot for shot?”
Fran laughs and reaches back for Gemma, pulling her into Avery’s embrace with her. “She knows how to party. Unlike you three lumps of mud.”
Taylor’s busting up on the other side of the drunken huddle, and I can’t help but crack a smile myself. I lock eyes with Gem and she’s glowing with happiness and, yes, alcohol.
“There’s no way this one’s getting on a scooter, Ains. I’ll take them both in the cart and get Gemma up to your room safely,” Avery says, both women still leaning much of their weight on his body.
I nod gratefully at him. “Sounds good, man.”
Avery starts toward the exit, one stumbling woman under each arm.
Taylor starts after them, but I catch his arm. “He’s going to take her home. She can’t ride on the scooter.”
He shrugs me off and straightens his shirt. “Yeah, well, I’m going to follow.”
“Do you want to finish your drink first?”
“No, actually. I want to never let Gemma out of my sight.”
I shake my head and sigh. “It’s okay. Avery’s like my father. She’ll be fine.”
He stalks toward me, unexpected and fast. I stand up straighter to keep his head from colliding with mine.
“Your father who’s currently fucking your twenty-year-old ex-girlfriend?”
I clench my teeth and prepare to retort. To defend the man and the whole situation.But I'm too exhausted.And, for fuck’s sake, he’s right.
I nod. “Okay, let me just settle up at the bar.”
We arrive back at the resort just as Avery’s helping Gemma out of the backseat.
“Thanks, man,” Taylor says, scooping her up, scooter forgotten in the circular drive of the hotel. “We’ve got her.”
“See you soon,” Avery says, pulling me into a short, tight embrace.
“Come visit,” I respond.
Taylor sets Gem on her feet in the elevator, and she leans against him, smiling and telling us all about how much fun she had dancing.
“We should go again tomorrow night.”
Neither of us have the heart to remind her that we’ll be back in Seattle by sundown tomorrow.
Taylor tucks her into bed as I fill her a glass of water, scanning the kitchen for something to snack on. I had far fewer drinks than Gem, but I still want to take measures to feel my best for the long day of travel tomorrow.When Taylor appears at the bottom of the stairs, I nod to the glass of water. “That’s for Gem. I’m going to sneak down to the kitchen and find something to eat.”
He takes the glass and turns back to the stairs. “Give me a second, I’ll come with you.”
I hadn’t realized that all I really needed was a moment alone until my opportunity slips away. I’m quick to defend it. “Shouldn’t you stay with her?”
Taylor’s halfway up the staircase, tossing me a look like I’m an idiot. “She’s an adult. She can sleep unsupervised.”
“Yeah, I know,” I respond sullenly, but I don’t know if he hears me as he disappears toward the bedroom.
We ride the elevator down to the basement level in silence.
He follows me though the brightly lit corridor to a dim one to the darkest one of all. I bypass the locked main doors to Reef, the casual fare cafe adjacent to the pool at the beach level of the resort, and slip through a service entrance I know leads to an unlocked kitchen door.I’m not bold enough to turn on the lights, so I guide us with my phone light. Taylor must have left his upstairs because he keeps close behind me. When we reach the kitchen, I set my phone, light side up, on the central metal prep table and grab a small paper bag to fill with a few muffins and maybe some fruit if I find some in the walk-in cooler.
When I return, bag as full as I dare, Taylor’s standing just where I left him, arms crossed, glowering at me from the sharp shadows thrown off my phone light.
“What?” I ask.
“What do you mean what?” he barks at me, voice echoing off the stainless-steel tables and walls.
“I’m not?—”
“What the fuck are we doing here?” he interrupts my fumbled reply, louder than before.
“We’re…” I hold up the bag like an idiot. As if he forgot. As if this is what he was asking. “Getting snacks.”
In one smooth motion, he steps forward and smacks the bag out of my hand. I watch it fall, and my loot spill out over the tile floors.It’s this distraction that gives him the upper hand and he takes it, gripping me with both hands by the front of my shirt and walking me backwards until my back hits the closed door of the walk-in with a thud.It knocks the wind out of me, and it’s hard to get another breath in with Taylor pressing me there, his face inches from mine.
“I’ve been patient with you,” he starts, the words taking me completely by surprise.
“What—” I start to protest.
Taylor pulls me an inch away from the metal door by my shirt and slams me back against it, shutting me up.
“You think I don’t want you?”
I want to protest again, but I learned my lesson the first time.
“You think I don’t watch you wanting me?”
Something sputters from my mouth then, but it’s not words.
“I watch you, pretty boy. I watch you fucking her. Your eyes on my dick. I watch you getting hard, and I know it’s not just Gem’s pretty pussy doing it to you.”
I pull my hips back instinctively, as if there was anywhere to hide. Having this man so close, his scent, his strong hands on my body, would be getting me hard all on their own. But his words? My dick’s swelling so fast it feels like the blood is draining from my brain.
And it’s only a matter of time before he finds it.
“Are you hard right now?” he hisses into my ear, reading my mind in the most terrifyingly erotic way.
“No,” I lie .
Taylor releases my shirt with a shove and slides one hand roughly up the side of my face and into my hair, curling until he’s got a tight fistful.I can’t breathe waiting to find out where his other hand is heading.
He doesn’t make me wait long.
His palm hits the front of my shorts just hard enough to make me gasp. I squeeze my eyes closed, waiting for him to grip me, but he doesn’t.When I reopen them, Taylor’s dark, glittering eyes are boring into mine.
“How do you think it makes me feel knowing I make this dick so hard you can barely stand it.” He grazes his palm over my tip, and I clench my teeth to stifle a moan. “But you only give it to her?”
His hand slides over my crotch again, and I buck forward just the slightest bit against my own will.
“Taylor—”
“I like it when you say my name, pretty boy.”
My eyes fall closed, and it’s all I can do to keep my mouth from hanging open as I pant for breath.
Taylor doesn’t let up on me a bit.
“Did you like touching me last night?”
I hold my breath to avoid answering.
“You don’t have to say it. I know you did. You came all over my leg like a fucking dog.”
He hooks one of his thumbs through the waistband of my shorts and retightens his grip on my hair. I’m so hot, it’s incredible I haven’t spontaneously combusted.
“It doesn’t have to be like that, you know. In secret while you pretend it’s not happening. I’ll touch you anytime you want. All you have to do is ask.”
With his cheek resting against mine, I can feel his breath on my neck. My eyes squeezed closed, my mind serving up images of what it would be like if he kissed me right now. My dick jumps and Taylor lets out a soft laugh.
“What do you say? Are you going to ask?”
“Yes,” the word escapes in a rush of breath, strangled and barely audible.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, touch me.”
His hand is in my shorts before I even finish the last word, gripping tightly around my cock.
I do cry out then, shamelessly bucking forward into his hand as he pumps me.
This is going to last five seconds, and I don’t want that. “Slower,” I beg.
Taylor’s grip lightens as he purrs into my ear. “I don’t always like being ordered around. But I think I like it from you.”
I groan and try to look away but his grip on my hair keeps my face pressed against his.
This is when I should let go.I’m standing here, being handed everything I’ve ever wanted but have been too chicken to ask for. I have the perfect woman, the perfect man, and both of them seem to love me.
I know I love them.
Why can’t I just let this be enough?
I need to do something to dispel the tension threatening to drown me, say something to burst open the fortress of my chest cavity and let all this fire out.
“I want to kiss you.” It’s not what I planned to say, but it’s too late to take it back now.
“What are you waiting for?”
Our lips collide in near violence, Taylor’s mouth warm and wet and tangy from the whiskey. He breathes me in, devours me like he’s been waiting ages to do it. I guess he has. We both have.
His chin is rough against mine, almost painful, and I press harder, wanting to feel every possible sensation in this moment. His lips are wide open, and I enter him, accept him inside myself.
He grips my dick harder and pumps me, clearly wanting to feel me come with his lips on mine. I fumble around for his dick, which must be as hard as mine, wanting to return the favor, but my limbs are useless as the pleasure merges with the sensation of this man’s mouth sucking me dry.
I moan into his mouth as I come in his hand, bucking forward and back to work myself through it as he grips me tightly, his hand lightening just so as I ride the orgasm, ending me with the softest touch. Much like I would have done myself.
“God, I’ve wanted that so bad,” he says, breaking his mouth from mine and locking his jaws softly around my jawbone.
I’m grateful for the moment of air and take advantage, panting and squeezing my eyes closed. I want to say something meaningful, to tell him the truth of how much that just meant to me. The truth of how long I’ve wanted it as well. Instead, I say nothing.
“You gonna let me clean you up?” Taylor asks, hand sliding around my body, still inside my shorts, until his wet, sticky hand is gripping my hip.
“What?” I stutter stupidly, mind still spinning too quickly to process words.
“Are you gonna let me…”
He starts to sink to his knees in front of me, and the sight jerks me back to reality.
I grip him by the back of the shirt and pull him roughly to standing once more.
I have to look away from his amused smile as I shake my head. “Not here.”
His eyebrows raise. “Where?”
“Bed?” I say, just to get us moving.
I do want things. I want all the things, and I want them with Taylor. But the fact that we’re standing in the dark in Dom’s kitchen at my father’s resort is suddenly making me feel too exposed.
“The thrill of getting it on somewhere forbidden isn’t doing it for you?”
“It is. It was, I guess. But now I just feel…” I can’t put the feeling into words, but luckily I don’t have to.
Taylor takes a step back, reaching down to grab a mango that rolled out of my bag. “Well, we can’t have that.”
We gather the food back up, shoving the muffins and pastries into the bag, and Taylor carrying the fruit in his hands and shorts pockets.The hallways are dark and then dim, making it easier to avoid his gaze. The elevator, however, is another story.
I feel him staring at me where I lean on the far side of the tiny metal box, paper bag clutched to my chest. When I look up, all I see are his lips, the ones I can still taste on my own.
I lick my lips unconsciously, and he’s on me in an instant, fruit falling to the floor.
Everything I thought I knew and felt about kissing, and touching, and breathing in the scent of another human falls to the wayside as our mouths collide once more. He’s rough and smooth and soft and hard, and so strong and not afraid to hurt me.
I suddenly remember what he said to me all those weeks ago in Gem’s kitchen, about how you don’t need to be so gentle with a man, and my vision nearly goes black at the thought of it.
“I wanna…” I’m panting as Taylor’s mouth slides down my jawline and down my neck.
“Yeah?” he breathes against my skin.
“I wanna hurt you.” It’s more of a moan than words, but Taylor hears them, letting out a groan as his face tucks into the crook of my neck.
“You keep saying shit like that, we’re not going to make it to bed.”
The elevator dings, and the doors slide open. We emerge as one, limbs tangled, mouths still fighting for dominance.
Snacks carelessly discarded in the living room, we kiss and touch all the way up the stairs to the bedroom.
Gem’s still in bed, her soft snoring barely audible over the crash of the waves from the open window.
“Shh,” I laugh as Taylor pulls my shirt over my head.
He shoves me roughly onto the bed. “She can sleep on the plane.”
I press up on my elbows, watching him silhouetted in the moonlight. He tosses off his own shirt but keeps his shorts on as he climbs onto the bed, straddling my thighs with his knees.
“You gotta take your own shorts off,” he growls down at me from where his face hovers just over mine.
“Why?” I ask, completely lost in this moment, not feeling the need to push forward or pull back. Happy to just exist right here, right now.
A lurch from my shorts tells me the rest of my body might not be on board with that plan.
“Because I want to know you’re sure.”
“Going soft on me?” I whisper, smiling at my own joke as Taylor’s hard cock juts out toward me though his thin shorts.
“Consent is the hardest part of all of this, pretty boy. I’m not having a drunken oops with you. I’m not waking up tomorrow to find you unable to meet my eyes. If this is happening, you’re walking straight into it, no shame. No hiding.”
“No shorts,” I say with a soft laugh, trying to take some of the pressure off.
“It’s up to you,” Taylor says, and I believe him.
With a deep breath and more certainty than I’ve felt about any decision since I met Gem that night at the bar, I reach down and grip the waistband of my shorts, pulling them free with a bit of struggle since Taylor still straddles me, refusing to give even an inch.
When I’m naked, he slides back to his feet, discarding his own shorts.
His erection is massive, standing out from his body like a lance. I gulp then, suddenly nervous of what might be asked of me. “Taylor, I don’t know if I can…”
He crawls back over me, stopping as his face is level with mine. The tip of his cock brushes lightly against mine, and I hold in what threatens to be a squeal.
“I’m probably gonna come the second I get that fat tip of yours in my mouth, lover boy. You can take this as slowly as you want.”
“Okay.” I breathe as he starts to slide down my body.
It’s dark enough that I can barely see him, but I squeeze my eyes closed anyway, prepared but also wildly unprepared for what’s about to happen.
Taylor sucks me into his mouth with a certainty and authority I’ve never felt in a blowjob before. Gone is all the timid licking and looking to me for direction of girls past. Taylor goes at my cock like it’s the grand fucking prize. Like it’s a meal with dessert at the end. Fearless and hungry.
“Taylor, that feels so fucking good.” The words are strangled, but I feel the need to say something. To bring the connection from earlier when we were kissing to this act as well.
He just growls at me, my dick so impossibly far into his mouth that I feel the vibrations from his vocal cords.
“Fuck,” I hiss, letting my head fall back.
His tongue slides up the backside as he lifts his head from me. I meet his eyes and find them gleaming. I wonder what he sees in mine because he gives me a slightly evil smile.
“Don’t go coy on me now, lover. You promised me this would hurt.”
And fuck if his words don’t possess me with the spirit of…I don’t know. Hell, the spirit of Taylor himself probably. I sit up quickly, the sudden shift in my position making my cock press forward, hitting his parted lips hard enough to make me gasp.
Taylor just grins, opening for me.
I grip his head with both hands, determined not to fuck this up. To give this man what he wants. To take what I so clearly want from him.
“How deep can you take me?” I ask, pushing my hips up and forward, driving myself inside him until I feel the back of his mouth. “This far?”
Taylor’s balled up fists rest on my thighs as I take control of the situation. One pounds at me softly.
“Gemma takes me this far, you know. Is this the best you can do? Take me like a girl?”
Taylor’s eyes narrow as he presses his head forward, slipping my tip past the opening of his throat. It's enough to get me started, and I don’t stop, holding his head tightly in both fists as I drive myself down. The sound that escapes my mouth as I watch my dick disappear into Taylor’s face, as I feel my tip and then my shaft sliding into the depths of him, is foreign and animalistic. I pull out and slam back in harder.
I pull out and watch him gasp for air, head hanging heavy in my grasp.
“Too much for you?” I ask, surprised by how evil my voice sounds.
He shakes his head, unable to speak.
I fuck into him again, our eyes locked in a silent conversation as my mouth hangs so far open a small string of drool falls slowly from my lips, landing on his cheekbone.
He’s bowed for me, taking me, letting me exorcize something I hadn’t even realized was burning inside me. Every thrust takes me closer to the moment when I get to fill his body with myself. The moment when I will live inside him forever.
The man already lives inside me. Inside my mind and my thoughts.
My balls smack against his chin as I pummel him. “I’m gonna come in your throat.”
He moans his assent, stealing another gasp from me as the sound reverberates down to my bones.
And suddenly, it’s not the only voice I hear.
“This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Gemma moans from beside me.
She’s laying with her head at the foot of the bed, propped up on one elbow. I was so wrapped up in fucking Taylor that I didn’t notice her waking up or joining us. Taylor must have seen her coming, though. I wonder how long he’s known.My grip relaxes on his hair as I process the fact that we’re caught.
I’m caught.
He pulls his face free and snarls at her. “Get your vibrator, witch. No touching the men.”
“Oh my god,” she squeals to herself as she rolls off the bed and fetches a small travel vibrator from her open suitcase. The soft hum is barely audible over the waves and the blood pounding in my ears.
“Get on with it, then,” Taylor says to me, shaking me back to where he still kneels between my feet.
My tip grazes his lip, but I hesitate. “I don’t know?—”
“Yes, you do,” Taylor says, grabbing my hands and pulling them roughly back to his head.
He sucks me back into his mouth and the spell from earlier overtakes me once more. I lose control, the edging of our break just enough to make me ravenous for it, careening into Taylor's hot mouth with only one thing in mind.I spill into him with a cry that echoes in the quiet room. I pump and shake and buckle at my core, gasping for breath as every cell in my body turns electric. He swallows me down, his throat tightening over and over with my tip lodged just at the top, a sensation I know I'll be thinking about for the rest of my days.My grip loosens, my hands hitting the side of the bed with two soft thunks.Taylor sits back on his heels, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and grinning at me. “I knew you had it in you.”
“Fuck,” I mutter, still breathless.
Gemma’s soft breathing from beside me on the bed catches in that telltale way. We both look over just in time to see her eyes squeeze closed as she works herself though a near silent orgasm. Taylor’s hands slide up my knees to rest on my thighs and I cover them with my own but don’t look away from Gemma’s writhing body.When she stills, her eyes meet mine. We blink in silence for a few moments before she rolls to her back, letting out a soft laugh. “I thought I was too drunk to come, but I was wrong.”
“That makes two of us,” Taylor says, all eyes drifting to him as he pushes himself to standing, evidence of his orgasm still dripping from the tip of his cock.
“Jesus, man. You weren’t kidding,” I mutter softly.
My words draw his full attention, and he comes for me, too quickly, sending me scuttling backwards on the mattress to make room for him, rather than opening to take him into my arms, which is what he probably intended.His knees land heavily on the newly opened space, and he leans forward until his face hovers over mine once more, hands planted firmly on either side of mine as I continue to lean back, putting as much space as I can between myself and his heavy breathing. His piercing dark eyes. His mouth.
My gaze drops to that mouth, and I hear myself inhale too sharply. He licks his lips.
Fuck it.
I lurch forward and catch him by surprise, capturing the tip of his tongue before he can react.
The taste of myself still lingers on his lips, the smell of me hovers all around his face, dragging my tortured psyche back to my own teenage years, back when my cock called to my own hands at all hours of the day and night, desperate and insatiable.
Insatiable is exactly how I feel right now.
I pull away from Taylor’s mouth and glance down at where I’m already hard, smiling slightly and shaking my head.
“Is that one for me?” Gem’s whispered words from beside me bring me back down to earth, and I glance over at where she’s still curled on her side, inches from our bodies but obediently keeping her hands to herself. All over herself.
I open my mouth to answer, but Taylor beats me to it. “Tie her up.”
My head shoots in his direction, where he’s already sliding backwards, further from me. I want to reach out and grab him, but instead I just sit there, unable to form a coherent thought.
“With what?” I finally manage.
“Figure it out.”
He’s standing now, figure shadowy and godlike in the dim moonlight.
I turn back to Gem, who’s waiting obediently. Grabbing the only thing within reach, one of the many pillows on the bed, I strip off the case and twist it into a poor excuse for a rope.
“You ready to pretend?” I whisper conspiratorially to her.
She nods eagerly, holding her hands out.
When Taylor returns, I have Gem bound as well as I can, and we both watch as he climbs back onto the bed, small bottle of lube in hand. I rise to my knees and sit back on my heels as he takes the same position to my left, one of his knees touching one of mine as he fills his palm with the clear gel.
And reaches right between my legs.
The sound that escapes my lips of its own accord is painfully, shamefully eager and I see him crack a smile in the soft darkness as he fists me.
Gem rises with mock struggle to her own knees, completing our triangle in the center of the bed.
“You bounced right back,” Taylor says, giving my erection a playful bob before capturing my tip in his firm grasp once more.
I want to be strong. I want to be manly and in charge and cool and experienced.
But I also suddenly, desperately, want to blush while listening to this man make jokes about my dick for the rest of time.
“I could say the same thing about you,” I manage to quip back.
“Let me,” Gem begs from her place between us in this naked triangle, a ritual of sorts with our three bodies completing the shape.
“What did I tell you?” Taylor asks her gruffly, fisting his own cock with his free hand while continuing to stroke mine.
“No touching the men,” she whispers, eyes locked on his hands as they continue to work both cocks.
“And what do you think that means?” he asks her.
“That you’re going to touch me.”
“Oh, really?” he asks with a huff, quickening his pace and making it very difficult for me to think about anything other than his hand on my body. “You think you’re that lucky?”
Gem nods.
“What do the cards tell you?” he asks her.
“That I’m the luckiest girl on earth.”
The answer earns her another huff as he turns to me. “What do you think, pretty boy?”
“I think…” I want to be cool and play the game, to think of something clever to say, but my mind is failing me. “I should check to see how wet she is,” I manage.
“Hmm,” Taylor proclaims, turning his attention back to Gem. “We left her to take care of herself, and now you want to make sure she did a good job, huh? I think that’s a good idea.”
We all know what the game is here, Gem even better than me. She bites her lip to stifle a moan, clearly not wanting to cause any delay now that she knows she's getting what she wants.
“Go ahead.” Taylor gives the order, and I only now realize I was waiting for it.
I reach out and Gem shifts slightly closer, letting my hand snake between her legs where she still kneels. Her flesh is soft and hot and indeed wet. My fingers curl and slip easily inside of her. She moans now, unable to stop it, long and low.
“How did she do?” Taylor asks, slowing his hand on my dick, loosening his grip to a feather touch that somehow just makes it even harder to breathe.
“She’s,” my voice cracks, and I clear my throat, pressing deeper up and into Gem’s body. “Pretty good.”
“As good as we would have done?” Taylor asks.
I shake my head, as if anyone was looking there. All eyes are fixed on where my hand works to coax Gem’s body open. “I, we, could have done better.”
Taylor lets loose a low growl in the back of his throat. “I want to give you what you deserve, witch, but it sounds like you’re not ready.”
“I’m ready,” Gem argues, sitting up higher on her knees, letting me in deeper.
“Ready to take us?”
She whimpers in eager anticipation. “Yes.”
“Ainsley?”
I start at the sound of my name from his lips, my face turning sharply to meet his.
“What do you think?”
“She needs to be wetter.” I don't know what he has planned, but I know it’s the answer he wants so I give it to him.
Gem moans again, still pleasured but impatient now.
“Tell him what you need, girl.”
“More,” is her immediate answer, begging me.
“More what?” I ask, genuinely needing her direction.
She tries to reach for my hand before remembering my makeshift bind and cries out in frustration. “Deeper. More,” she begs, apparently at as much of a loss for coherent thought as I am.
“Stretch her open, lover boy.”
My gaze shoots to him before turning back to Gem, who’s nodding, eyes closed as she gently rides my hand.
Whatever patience I still had left, whatever part of me was willing to let this slowly unfold, snaps. I lean down slightly to get the leverage I need to drive three fingers into her soft wetness, stacked at first, but I open them as they slide into her body, stretching them to take up more space. She moans and rides me harder. When I push back in, I take a fourth.
“There you go,” Taylor murmurs encouragingly, hand tightening around my cock.
I need more of that, so I pick up my pace, twisting my hand to drive it up inside Gem as she opens for me.
“Enough,” Taylor barks and we both look to him. Our bodies freezing mid-motion as if caught in the act.
Under his watchful eye, I slowly slip my fingers out of her body, letting her mournful moan wash over me as I leave her gasping.The sound drives me to madness, as if I’m possessed. As if I couldn’t just do what I want because I have to follow his orders. I know it’s all a game, but I'm angry all of a sudden. I turn on him and reach up, unthinking in my temper flare, driving my wet fingers through his lips.He sucks at them at first, but I don’t stop pressing until all four are stretching him apart as well. I feel his tongue sliding over my skin as I fill his mouth, trying to control the situation. My fingertips hit the back of his mouth roughly, but he doesn't gag.Instead, he lets go of my dick and, as if in slow motion, reaches up to take my wrist and pull my hand out of his mouth.
Bringing it down on his own dick.
I let him move me, our eyes locked. I fist him, the lube he spread on us earlier getting sticky after so many minutes of stroking.He’s hard and soft and familiar and foreign all at once. I grip him tighter and watch my actions affect his face.
I’m fucked.
We stay locked like that for another heated moment, his hand on my hand on his dick, until a soft whimper from Gem brings us back to reality.She’s enjoying this as much as anyone, but we’re still leaving her hanging. I know it. Taylor knows it.
We also both know he’s doing it on purpose.
When he releases my hand, I keep stroking him. My cock is cold and painfully hard as he reaches for Gem with his free hand.
“You ready for us?” he murmurs, slipping between her legs.
“I think so,” she whispers.
“You know what’s coming?” he asks.
“I…I think so,” she answers, less sure of herself this time.
“We’ve never done this,” he tells her.
“I know.”
“We’ll work it out together, okay?” Taylor's voice is gentle in a way I’m not used to.
Gem just nods.
He reaches for me then, taking my cock in his wet hand and batting my own hand away from his. “Come closer.”
I shift as close as I can get on the bed.
“No, no, in here.” he widens his knees and guides me up and between until I’m facing him, straddling one of his thighs, our cocks pressed up against each other.
With one strong hand, he takes us both.
The gasp that escapes my lips falls into the darkness like a shooting star. We all listen in silence as his hand works us. He adds more slippery lube and grips us again, my gasps turning to moans.
“Don’t fucking come,” he whispers as he does the exact things to my body he knows will make me do just that.
“Taylor…fuck…” I’m dangling by a thin cord already.
When he drops our cocks and reaches for Gem, pulling her up and close to us, I nearly blow just at the sight of it all. The anticipation.
“Open,” he commands.
She pulls her hands free of my terrible pillowcase knot and tosses the thing aside, grasping onto both of our shoulders as she kneels higher, slipping one knee over where mine still rests on Taylor’s thigh, opening herself toward our still touching cocks. I lower instinctively and so does he, dropping our tips down until they rest against her inner thigh.
“One first or both?” Taylor asks, clearly giving her the lead.
“Both, I think.”
“Wait,” I manage, finally catching up to what’s going on. “Both?”
“Shh,” Taylor purrs in my direction. “Let the girl work.”
And I do, watching transfixed as she slides her body up and over ours, taking our shafts in one hand and leading them to the wetness of her opening.
I moan and almost look away, eyes threatening to roll back in my head, but I force my focus to stay in the moment.
“You need to help, I think,” she murmurs as she gets herself upright over our eager erections.
Taylor wraps one arm around her back to support her as he takes our cocks and holds them steady. Gem’s body wiggles a bit, trying to make our tips breach her opening.
“I don’t think we’re going to fit,” I hear myself saying, ever the skeptic.
“What did I tell you before?” Gem asks softly, her words ending in a gasp as Taylor shoves us up just as she bears down, and we take the first tiny step into her body.
“That…” I swallow hard, breath coming in shallow gasps. “That he’d make room for me.”
“That we both would,” she answers.
The only sound is each of our astonished, labored breaths as we work as a team to stretch her body open and fit ourselves inside. Together. It’s so tight that I feel like my cock is being strangled, but in the best possible way. When I look down, I'm amazed to see we’re only an inch or so inside her.
“How does it feel?” Taylor asks.
“Big,” she answers.
“How deep can we go? ”
“All the way,” Gem says quickly. And then, “I’m not sure.”
“Which is it?”
“I…I want you all the way. But I'm not sure.”
“When you need to stop, you tell us, okay?”
Gem nods, lip clamped tightly between her teeth.
“Say it,” Taylor demands.
“Okay.”
And we go deeper.
I’m out of my mind with the pleasure mixed with the impossibility of the whole thing. Taylor seems to pull her down over our dicks in slow motion. We all watch as our shafts grow more and more invisible inside her.
We’re all but an inch buried in her when she finally stops us. “Stop there,” she says, and Taylor does.
“Too much?” he asks.
She shakes her head. “No, but I want to fuck.”
He grunts out a laugh. I almost laugh myself, but I worry it would be maniacal in my current headspace. “We’re fucking, love.”
“No, we’re not. We’re just sitting here.”
Taylor growls low in his throat. “Be careful what you ask for.”
“Do it,” she hisses.
He turns to me, and I meet his gaze, nodding when he communicates fully with that smoldering glare. It’s going to take all three of us to pull this off.
Our first try fumbles and our cocks shoot out of her as we let ourselves get too shallow, but we work it out, finding a slow rhythm in and out of her body. Gem’s head is thrown back as she rides us, holding onto our shoulders and grinding her hips against our slow thrusts.
It's a completely surreal experience, one I never in my wildest fantasies would have thought up. Then again, I always managed to keep other dicks out of my dreams, even in the safety of my own mind. But here I am, nestled next to Taylor’s dick inside the home we’ve both made for ourselves.
It occurs to me then that we’re going to come together in here, mixing inside her body as we solidify the inseparability of ourselves. The thought takes me right to the edge.
“I’m going to come,”I whisper to no one in particular.
“Yeah,” Taylor answers me, voice uncharacteristically strained and soft.
“Harder,” Gem demands, and we both know what she’s asking for and why.
If this is coming to an end, we’ll make it end in a bang.
In unison we pull out until just our tips stay inside her and drive back up and in. She cries out, head tossed back once more, hand finding her clit between her splayed thighs.
The sight of her fingers in her own pink flesh draws a groan from my lips and Taylor’s simultaneously as we go for another thrust and another, picking up speed as we get the hang of the motion. My thighs are going to be too sore to walk tomorrow but I pay the burn no mind as I race toward my finish, my partners neck and neck with me.
I don’t know who comes first as we all cry out. Hot liquid gushes out of me and around me as Taylor comes inside her as well. It’s suddenly so full and slippery she almost just falls off, but we hold her there, each of us with an arm around her now, pulling her body down until she’s swallowed us both whole, our cocks, our come. Just when I think nothing in life will ever top this, Gem comes, her body clenching down around us so tightly it’s almost painful, but mostly pleasurable, locking us inside her together as she rides out her orgasm with her deft fingers.
Her body stills, and she gasps for air, breaking free of our arms and falling backward onto the bed, leaving our cocks still standing together in the moonlight.
Taylor collapses beside her, and suddenly I’m alone.
I glance from my wet tip to his, to where Gem is leaking the evidence onto the sheets with her legs spread wide.
I suck in a breath, realizing once my lungs are full how completely oxygen starved I really am. I pant softly for a moment.
This is it for me.
It’s the first thought that forms as I watch them murmuring and intertwining limbs on the bed before me. I can hear them talking softly about what just happened, but I’m still too far gone to listen, to participate.
This is it for me.
This is all I ever want.
My mind is reeling with images of what it means for the future. Of homes and jobs and dinners and bedrooms and lives. The three of us all sharing one life.
“Marry me,” I say, my voice loud in the quiet room.
They roll so that they’re both looking up at me. I can see Gem smiling in the moonlight. “Who are you asking there, lover boy?” She steals Taylor's new nickname for me, and I like the sound of it on her lips.
I shake my head. “I don’t know.”
It’s the truth. When the words exploded out of me, I hadn’t given any thought to the fact that we can’t all three get married.
Suddenly, all the good feelings are stomped out by worry.
“Come here,” Taylor says, grabbing my hand and pulling me down with them.
As soon as our bodies are once again intertwined, I feel better.
“I’m sorry,” I say, to no one in particular, not for anything in particular.
It’s Taylor who answers. “It’s okay, Ains. This isn’t about legal possession. It’s enough. You’re enough just like this.”
I squeeze my eyes closed against the tears I feel coming. I know it’s emotions left over from the explosive orgasm. I know it’s warm and fuzzy hormones from my animal brain telling me I successfully completed a survival behavior. But it’s something else as well.
I’m enough just like this.
It’s not true, obviously. I haven’t even graduated yet. Don’t have a job or a purpose in life. I haven’t yet proven myself to be a capable, hardworking adult. A man.
But for now, I let his words wash over me. I let them be, if not true, then a truth in this moment. Tomorrow will bring with it its own truths, but right now, in this moment, in this sweaty, sticky snuggle, I let it be.