43. Travis
Travis
“Ihope you weren’t planning on hogging her tonight.”
Ryan jumps at the sound of my voice, whirls around, and grins at me as Serena laughs, backing up into Ryan. I advance on her, hands landing on her hips, mouth covering hers.
I’ve wanted to do this all night.
From behind, Ryan rocks into her, pulls her hair to the side, and kisses up and along the side of her neck. It’s a new sensation, having her sandwiched between us like this, and I won’t say I don’t like it.
When we break the kiss, Ryan turns and tugs Serena over to the bed, pushing her back and dropping to his knees between her legs.
It’s smooth, the way he shrugs off his dinner jacket, the way he runs his hands up the insides of her thighs, hooking his fingers around her panties, tugging them down and off.
I move closer to the side of the bed, hand sliding down to my cock as I watch him lower his head down, dragging his tongue up from her entrance to her clit.
“Fuck,” I say, without meaning to, and Serena’s eyes fly to mine, then down to my hand on my cock, over my pants.
“Show me,” she breathes, before dropping her head back and letting out a breathy moan. Ryan is fucking her with his tongue now, sliding it inside her, then bringing it up to her clit. Her hands grip the sheets, her body bowing like an instrument with the strings pulled tight.
I drop my pants and move closer to the bed, left hand on my cock, right hand trailing up over the fabric of her dress, between her breasts, up to her beautiful, freckled chest.
When her eyes open again, her body is rocking slightly with what must be the thrusting of Ryan’s fingers inside her. I have never been so fucking jealous of fingers before.
Hand still trailing over the fabric of her dress, I drag a thumb over her pert nipple, watching the way her face flushes at the sensation.
Then, I slide my right hand around her throat.
The touch is featherlight, thumb under one ear, pinky under the other. Not a grip, but a whispered promise. Just enough to tease her with what I could do.
Her eyes fly open, and I see it there. She’s thinking about that first time we fucked, in that hotel room. Just me and Serena, that desk pounding into the wall. At that moment, I’d felt animalistic. I could never have buried myself deep enough inside her to satiate the urges I had.
I’d wanted to claim her in every part of that room, wanted to bend her over the bed, turn her around and press her bare tits against the glass windows. Simultaneously show the entire world that she was mine, and keep her a secret from everyone.
Keep her here, like this, something all to myself.
Maybe here, with Ryan, I’ve found the bridge between those two instincts. He and I can enjoy her together, revel in her beauty, share our appreciation without it being a territorial thing.
“Oh—oh!” Serena cries, back arching, legs tightening around Ryan’s face. He stands, swiping his hand roughly over his mouth, and I move around to the spot he just occupied, finding her pussy warm and loose for me, worked through by his tongue.
When I slide inside her, I feel her body reacting to the pressure, her pussy tightening in around me.
I grip her hips, pump with abandon, letting the want take over.
Everything else in my life is about control, but with Serena, I can let go of that, let myself just act and be without thinking so goddamned much.
“Here,” Ryan is saying, climbing onto the bed, lifting Serena’s shoulders. I slip out of her, and she blinks dazedly, following Ryan’s lead as he settles her back down over his hips, facing me. Then, I watch as he probes for a moment before sliding his condom-covered cock inside her ass.
Serena moans loudly, and I have to grip the bedpost. Ryan’s eyes fly to mine as he tugs her down, so her back is against his chest. Fucking hell, she’s flexible. And now her pussy is wide open for me.
“Is that good?” Ryan asks, his mouth against her ear as he moves gently, sliding in and out of her with the ease of someone who has done this before.
“Y-yes,” she says, shakily, eyes heavy-lidded, hands on Ryan’s thighs.
“Do you want Travis to fuck you, too?” he asks, and my cock twitches, gaze traveling over the soft insides of her thighs, her pink clit.
Serena lets out a desperate noise, and I’m already stepping back toward her, lining my cock up at her entrance again before she says, “Yes.”
This time, she’s even tighter, and I grunt, hands on her hips, words coming out tight and hard: “Tell me if you need me to slow down.”
And with that, I let go. Fuck her hard, fast, thinking about nothing but the pleasure, my rock hard cock inside her and how fucking tight she is around me.
The room fills with the sounds of her cries and moans.
Ryan barely has to move, with how hard I pump into her, and I see through hazy vision that he reaches up, palming her breasts, before his right hand travels down to her clit, applying just enough pressure that she jerks between us.
“Fuck, baby, hold on,” I demand, my orgasm just on the horizon, dragged closer by how fucking tight she is.
And I never knew it could be this good.
When I fucked Serena at the beginning, I thought it was the best I ever had. It was new, and she was so special. And I know those times will always linger in my mind.
But this? Seeing how good we can make her feel, together?
I’m never going to stop wanting this.
When I come, it’s long, drawn out, and I leak out of her, all over the bed and Ryan, but he doesn’t care because he’s coming too. We’re a tired, limp pile of bodies, and we stay that way for a while before I finally get control of myself again.
I go to the bathroom, clean myself off, and bring back a warm cloth for Serena.
“If you want,” Ryan yawns, head lolling back into his pillow, “you’re welcome to stay, man.”
The thought of sharing the bed with Serena is tempting, but I’m wide awake, wired, while the two of them are already drifting off. So I just shake my head, drop a kiss on her temple, pull on my pants, and slip back out into the hallway.