Chapter 22
FINN
Daniel’s tongue chased after the moan I made once my balls hit Sophie’s ass.
I hadn’t even taken off her panties, only pulled them to the side.
She made a mess of me, reduced me to want and need and fear.
Shuddering, I went entirely still, back bowed and chest heaving.
Daniel broke the kiss, peppering his lips up my cheek and my temple, into my hair.
“I think I need a minute,” I admitted, bracing myself with one hand on either side of Sophie’s face.
Her bra was still on, both breasts out of the cups and pushed up toward her chin. I had to close my eyes when Daniel kneaded her in his hand, tweaking a nipple between his thumb and the side of his finger. Sophie’s muscles contracted, and I bit down hard on the inside of my cheek.
“How do you survive this?” I croaked, managing a look up at Daniel whose attention was on Sophie, even though his eyes were on me.
“I don’t have a choice,” he said, and neither did I.
Daniel moved until he was closer to the pillows, then he fed his cock straight into Sophie’s mouth.
Her eyes rolled back and her jaw stretched, and I forced myself to change my angle, pressing her hips down into the bed and fucking up into her with short and rough thrusts.
She made a desperate little sound that had Daniel pushing down on her forehead with one hand and grabbing the headboard with the other.
“Fuck her,” he told me through clenched teeth.
There was nothing else for me to do besides what I was told.
I kept pushing into her, harder with every move.
Daniel fucked into her mouth, testing how deep he could get until she gagged around him.
Every time she choked, her entire body trembled and tightened, but there was no way I was going to let her make me come in under three minutes.
Absolutely the fuck not.
I dug my fingers into her slender waist and fucked her until I was the one seeing stars.
Lost to the tight heat of her, it was all I could do to stay conscious.
Daniel grunted, enthralled by the wet tunnel of her throat, and stuffed full of cock from both sides, Sophie thrashed beneath me, body covered in gooseflesh.
I reached down to the place we were joined, thumb rubbing a hard circle around the swollen nub of her clit.
She screwed her eyes closed, hands flailing.
One found Daniel and one found me, and when she touched us both, he and I looked up at each other, a silent agreement passing between us.
Daniel sank deeper into her throat, and I lifted her hips off the bed, slamming into her hard enough the headboard banged into the wall. Sophie gripped me hard enough to hurt, and then she came apart. The orgasm rolled through her like a wave, dragging me and Daniel down with it.
“Wait,” I begged him, thrusting two more times before emptying into the condom. I was a man of my word, and I wanted what I wanted.
My dick hadn’t even stopped spurting before I pulled out and moved from between Sophie’s limp and spread legs.
Her cunt dripped with arousal, and Daniel pulled out of her mouth and took his place.
He entered her easily, coming as soon as the grasping heat of her body took him in.
Daniel hunched over her, filling Sophie with his cum, and I rolled onto my back beside them and snapped off the condom, tossing it onto the floor.
Sophie gripped Daniel’s hair with one hand and searched me out with the other.
Her nails scrabbled against my thigh before she found my fingers, and then she held on for dear life as Daniel trembled above her.
After he steadied himself, Daniel collapsed on Sophie’s other side.
The three of us stared up at the ceiling, and I reached between Sophie’s legs to move her underwear back into place.
Her pussy lips were hot and swollen against my fingers, and I would let her rest, but first…
But first, I rolled back on top of her and kissed my way down her chest and her stomach, over the little bow at the top of her underwear.
I nudged Sophie’s still shaking thighs apart and sealed my mouth over her cunt.
She bucked off the bed and grabbed my hair with both hands, and the pain was the best thing I’d ever felt in my life.
I lapped up the mixture of her and Daniel’s cum, swallowing the taste for myself because I was greedy and because they were right.
I deserved this.
I sucked and kissed Sophie between her legs until she shoved me off. I adjusted her panties back into place, and then I fell again onto my back beside her with an arm over my eyes.
“Before you go home on Monday.” Daniel paused and cleared his throat. “Before then, I want to fuck you while you eat her cunt.”
The only thing I could do was laugh. I turned onto my side and propped my head up in my hand, brushing a kiss across Sophie’s hip.
“I feel like that can be arranged as long as someone else agrees,” I said.
“I agree,” Sophie murmured, voice tremulous. “I want nachos.”
Daniel laughed at her and kissed the top of her shoulder. “I’ll get you nachos.”
He pushed out of bed and braced his elbows on his knees, taking a deep breath before shuffling naked out of the bedroom. I dropped my head back down to the sheets, purring like a cat when Sophie reached down and scratched her nails across my scalp.
“We are serious about you, Finn,” she said softly.
I wiggled my way up to the pillows so she and I were face to face. Sophie’s cheeks were flushed, her hair falling out of its tie. She looked well-fucked, and I hoped that meant Daniel and I had done a good job. I could still taste his cum.
“I believe you.”
“Do you really?”
If I hadn’t before, there was no way around it now.
They’d shown me, they’d proven it, and I was lost to them both.
The way I already felt about Daniel and Sophie made things with Neil and Annette look like child’s play, and I knew with a sharp clarity if this went wrong, my heart would not be so readily repaired.
“I think so,” I said slowly. “At least, I want to.”
Sophie made a content sound and pressed a chaste kiss against the corner of my mouth.
“Can you taste him?” I murmured. “Taste yourself?”
Sophie traced her tongue across the seam of my lips and nodded before pulling away, a pleased smile on her face.
I raised my hand and tucked some more hair behind her ears, traced the angle of her jaw around to the roundness of her chin.
Sophie’s lashes fluttered and she tipped her head up, letting me dance my fingers down the line of her throat.
Her skin was so warm, so soft.
“Please don’t make me regret this,” I whispered.
“I could say the same to you.”
I closed my eyes, clenching my molars so I didn’t outwardly grimace at her warning.
“Daniel and I have never done this before, at least…not like this,” she said. “We’re all in uncharted territory.”
It was a wild thing to be in bed with a woman who was less than a year out from being married, to have her be the one asking me to be careful with hearts that didn’t belong to me. I’d never imagined myself in that situation before, and I wasn’t quite sure what to do with it.
“I realize none of us know what this even is, but it’s serious for me. For us.” Sophie worried her lower lip between her teeth, and I reached up to tug it free, rubbing my thumb over the imprint left from her canine. “We want this to work. I…I don’t…”
“Don’t?”
“I don’t know how we’d recover if it didn’t,” she said quickly, pushing herself out of bed before I could say anything back.
She tucked herself back into her bra and grabbed my shirt off the floor.
She stood at the edge of the bed and slipped it over her head, and it was all I could do to not stare at the hint of dark lace beneath the white material, to ignore the way the hem barely reached the tops of her thighs.
“Sophie.”
“I’m sure the nachos are ready.”
“Sophie,” I said again, crawling across the bed and reaching for her.
She gave me a tight smile and shook her head, stepping back and raising a hand to stop me. “I shouldn’t have said that.”
“Is it true?”
“I won’t ever lie to you, Finn.” Then she turned on her heel and left me naked in bed. She stopped in the bathroom to pee, and then headed after Daniel in the kitchen.
Groaning, I rolled over to the other side, grabbing the condom off the floor and tying it off.
I had no interest in putting my jeans back on.
Daniel wasn’t even wearing pants, and Sophie had commandeered my shirt.
After digging around in my bag for a clean pair of underwear, I detoured to the bathroom to toss the condom and check myself out in the mirror.
My chest was flushed, speckled pink at the base of my throat, my hair was damp from sweat at the roots.
My cock hung against my thigh, still half-hard.
It was going to be a long weekend, I thought to myself as I stepped into my clean underwear.
I didn’t think I’d brought enough.
They had to have a washer and dryer. If not, I would obviously be forced to lie around naked in their bed for the rest of the weekend.
It was going to be a long couple of days.
In the best way.
I padded barefoot and mostly naked into the kitchen, finding Sophie at the dining room table with her laptop open and Daniel in process of pulling a tray of nachos from the oven.
I cleared my throat before coming into the room, and both of them turned to look at me, matching looks of adoration and interest on their faces.
Sophie closed her laptop and shoved it away, kicking out one of the chairs in invitation.
I sat down and stretched my legs out, crossing them at the ankles.
“You don’t need to stop working on my account,” I said. “Though if it’s that easy for you to turn your brain back on after sex, I think I need to try harder next time.”
Sophie rolled her eyes at me, and Daniel sat down across from her, nachos in the middle of the table.
“It’s her wedding mood board,” he said. “A little backward to pick the cake first when we don’t even know what the colors are.”
“September 24th?” I asked, even though I knew. The date had immediately burned itself into my brain whether I wanted it to or not. “I think obviously like a dark green and gold.”
“Obviously?” Sophie teased, scooping up an overly cheesy chip from the baking sheet and shoving it into her mouth. Another indecent sound fell out, and I breathed deep to school my reaction. I’d never get anything done in life if everything about Sophie turned me on to the point of dysfunction.
Daniel threw her a curious, sidelong glance.
“Your bedroom is green.” I gestured toward the hallway that led to their bedroom in justification of my choice.
“Are we getting married in the primary?”
“No, but it’s obviously a color scheme you like.” I knew Daniel liked darker colors, and Sophie in white, surrounded by gold and emerald was enough to make my dick twitch against my leg.
With her non-greasy hand, Sophie pulled her laptop back toward her and opened it up. The computer hadn’t even had enough time to properly go to sleep, and when the screen blinked to life with her mood board front and center, it was a wash of verdant green and shining gold.
“Maybe you’re on to something,” she said, waiting until I looked away before closing it again.
“Maybe.”
For a while, the only sound in the dining room was the crunch of chips against teeth and the occasional groan from how happy we all were to be eating something so cheesy and gooey after sex.
“Are you staying with us tonight?” Daniel asked after we finished eating.
I knew what he meant. Obviously I was staying at their house, not just for the night but probably for two more afterward. He was asking me which room I’d chosen, my own or theirs.
I wondered if Sophie told him what she’d said to me when we were alone in the bedroom.
I couldn’t help but be unsure if she’d meant it or only hoped it was true.
I wanted to believe the former. I needed that to be real if I wanted any of this to work.
I needed this to work because I was already sliding down a dangerous path.
My heart somersaulting toward them even as my brain argued we needed to slow down.
I didn’t want to slow down. That had never been in my nature, and Sophie and Daniel made it easy to forget what heartbreak felt like.
“I’d like to,” I answered, and it was the God’s honest truth.
“Good.” He took my hand and raised it to his mouth, kissing my knuckles before pulling me to my feet. “Now let’s go back to bed.”