Chapter 17
Milo
This morning is not going how I thought it would, but I guess I never think sex is in the cards for me.
As I watch Wyatt run his hand down Tacita’s thigh I lean in, wanting to touch her as well. My cock demands attention, feeling tight in my joggers, but I don’t know if it would be weird for me to stroke myself in front of them.
Wyatt turns his head to me, so I drag my eyes away from the beautiful woman sprawled in front of me to look at him.
He tilts his head further and captures my lips once more, his day-old stubble scratching against mine.
This time he uses his tongue. It’s bigger than Tacita’s was, and he uses it in a stronger, more dominating way.
I let him lead us in the tangle and slide, my head exploding with thoughts about how good it feels to be this connected to someone.
“Was I your first kiss?” he asks as he pulls back.
Slightly dizzy still, I shake my head. I have kissed a few people before. A couple of girls and one other guy.
“But am I first to do this?” His hand comes between us and strokes up over my dick. The electricity that surges in wake of his palm forces my hips to buck and my breath to stutter. No, no one has ever done that.
My face must show my answer as I don’t even nod before Wyatt’s lips pull up in a knowing smile.
“Oh Sweetheart, you’re in for a whole heap of fun if you’re that reactive.
” A thrill lights his eyes and his palm comes back to my crotch.
I buck into him again, increasing the pressure against my cock and it feels magnificent.
There’s still clothing forming a barrier between our skin but it’s already better than any time I’ve touched myself.
“Fuck, you two playing together is fucking sexy.” Tacita pulls our gazes back to her, although Wyatt continues stroking me, tracing the shape of my cock as it grows painfully bigger under his fingers.
Wyatt pushes her thighs wider so he can move closer to her core.
She’s started touching herself and I memorise every action.
Her fingers rub over her clit in small quick circles and the scent of her arousal permeates the air between us.
I want to taste her again but my lack of experience has me stilling, embarrassment flaring at how she’d known.
It’s not like I’ve not read up on it, watched porn to learn the mechanics. But I guess knowing what to do doesn’t make up for actual practice.
“Let us do that, Mo Stór.” Wyatt bats her hand away. She whines but complies, moving her fingers and tucking her hand behind her head.
Assuming I’m about to watch Wyatt get her off, he startles me by taking my hand instead and pushing it towards Tacita’s pussy.
Letting go of my cock he repositions himself, knees bracketing mine and his chest pressed to my side. He leans in and whispers in my ear. “Keep your index and middle fingers straight and curl the other two. Go in soft and slow. She’s wet enough you’ll slide right in.”
I follow his instruction, his hand still around my wrist. My digits enter her, disappearing into her channel with ease, just like Wyatt knew they would.
Her body is warm and tight around my fingers.
Sinking them to the furthest knuckle, I hold still until Wyatt gently pulls on my wrist so they come free.
The need to be back inside hits me like a feral beast being released in my chest. Shaking off Wyatt’s hold, I push back in, watching intently, not quite believing this is reality.
“Keep a steady rhythm,” Wyatt encourages. “And crook your fingers on the way out. Not too much but enough that the tips drag across her front wall.”
Tacita, who until this point has been quiet as she watches me explore her body, suddenly jolts, releasing a gasped moan. I repeat the motion and she rewards me with more noises that make my cock pulse, the visual along with the audio, sending my temperature spiking.
Wyatt leans against me harder, he’s just as hard as me.
Even through the joggers we’re both wearing I can tell he’s thicker than I am.
But I can’t focus on his dick when he moves the hand he’d kept on my wrist. It slides under mine and this time we both push into Tacita.
Her eyes widen at the intrusion. The stretch of her core is tighter around our combined fingers.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Her cries ring out as Wyatt pushes my fingers higher into her g-spot as we pull back.
“If you can take my cock, you can handle both our hands,” he tells her. “And use your other thumb on her clit,” he instructs me.
Doing as he says, I bring my other hand to her pelvis, gently parting her folds to expose the nub sitting near the top. Starting slow but trying mimicking the same pattern she was doing earlier, I rub small circles around the sensitive area.
“That’s it, good boy,” Wyatt praises as Tacita’s head drops back and her body starts to visibly coil. I think she’s about to come.
He pushes our fingers deeper, harder into her and I take every ounce of concentration I can to keep my rhythm and pressure on her clit consistent.
The muscles in her thighs strain and her walls tighten before she cries out, the orgasm washing over her body. Wyatt keeps our hands moving but slows the pace as she comes down from the high we’ve just delivered before he pulls free.
He brings his fingers to my lips so I can suck them clean and in a moment of confidence I do the same to him. He eagerly sucks them in and swirls his tongue around them. I try to duplicate his movements, hoping that the moan he releases as my fingers pop free of his mouth means that I’ve succeeded.
“My turn to play.” Tacita sits up, swinging to her knees, and eyes alight once more with lust.
She uses one hand on each of us, diving beneath our clothing and gripping naked flesh. She strokes us both, the head of my cock grows sticky as precum leaks out.
“Get these off.” Her hand pulls free and she tugs on my waistband. “You too, Wyatt.” Now that she’s come, she’s flipping the tables, taking charge, and I am slightly surprised to see Wyatt stay quiet and simply follow her orders.
Stepping off the bed, I slip free of my joggers. Momentary panic has me freezing when I see Wyatt already naked. He is indeed bigger than I am. In girth and length. And his cock is decorated with five rungs of piercings.
I am not small, but probably average. If Tacita likes guys like Wyatt, she’s going to be disappointed with me. And what if he judges me too?
“Come back here,” Tacita reaches for me, pulling me back onto the mattress.
Wyatt’s hand comes to my waist as I kneel, his palm gripping onto my skin. “What are you going to do with us, Mo Stór?”
“Give me a second,” she says before dipping her head.
She envelopes Wyatt’s cock with her mouth first. His guttural moan gets cut short as she pulls off.
I don’t have any time to process what her game is before her wet mouth is sinking over me.
It takes effort not to come immediately, my core tightening to force my dick to hold back.
Her tongue swirls my foreskin a couple of times before she pops off me as well.
“There, you’re both nice and wet. Now, scoot closer.” She straightens to allow us to follow her instructions.
I try to not let my cock rub up against Wyatt’s but it’s impossible with our proximity.
Not that it matters. For Tacita wraps her hand around us both and clamps us together in her fist. She can’t make her fingers touch around our combined girths, but she has enough grip that our cocks are pressed firmly up against the other.
“I bet those piercings will feel good up against you as much as they felt good inside me,” she says as she strokes us both together. Indeed, the movement sends shivers up my spine as the rungs of Wyatt’s ladder move along the shaft of my dick.
It’s impossible to stay immobile, for either of us, and soon we’re both thrusting alongside her hand moving up and down. It feels euphoric, sublime, like nothing I have felt before.
Flicking my gaze between the both of them, I can see my own pleasure reflected back in Wyatt’s face. His gaze set on me, a string of expletives coming out of his mouth.
Tacita, considering she’s simply facilitating this seems to be getting pleasure out of it too.
Her breathing has increased again, causing her tits to move so invitingly that I want to use my mouth on them.
I settle for my hand instead. Bringing it up and testing the pressure with which I can play with her nipples and the mounds.
She moves her free hand to between her legs and starts touching herself once more. Holy fuck, she really is into this.
Soon all three of us are sharing panting breaths, thrusting and groaning, sweat slicking our skin. It’s too much, I’m feeling too much. Hot and cold, like I’m being thrown into an electric storm and dragged under the waves of a turbulent ocean all at once.
My cock erupts first, sending streams of cum over all three of us, and running down into Tacita’s hand still gripped around both our lengths.
The extra slickness seems to send Wyatt over the edge as he comes too, and simultaneously Tacita gets herself there, leaning her head onto my shoulder as the waves of pleasure crest through her body.
Breaking apart, we all sit back onto our haunches as best as we can on the tiny bed, catching our breaths.
The air hangs heavy with something, I can’t pull the name of it from my fogged brain.
That was one of the most intense moments of my life.
I wish I could tell them both how much I’m feeling right now, but I know that my voice won’t comply.
It doesn’t work like that. It’s often not about wanting to, but rather an unlocking of something in my fucked-up brain that dictates when my vocal chords can work.
Tacita is the first to move, getting off the bed and heading straight to the bathroom. The door closing says enough about what she wants–to be left alone.
Wyatt’s hand comes to my shoulder as I watch the empty space my roommate just moved through. “Are you okay?”
I swing my head back to look at him and nod. Reaching out, I brush my fingers over his chest, through the sweat collecting between his pecs.
He places a chaste kiss to my forehead before moving around me to get off the bed as well, breaking our connection.
He gathers his clothes and hastily pulls them on.
Becoming aware of my nakedness, I turn on the bed and even though it’s Tacita’s and not mine, pulling the sheet to cover my lower half as I lean back against the wall.
Wyatt gives me a mumbled goodbye before walking out the room, and suddenly the heavy air feels oppressive.
Is this what post sex is like? I know I have no experience and I’m pretty sure what we did was a hook up but I thought we might’ve talked after, or at least sat in each other's company a while longer.
Tacita emerges from the bathroom half an hour later, steam billowing out behind her and her skin pink from how hot she likes the shower. She seems surprised to see me still sitting in her bed.
“I’m probably going to have to sleep in your bed tonight, those sheets are going to be ruined.
” She chuckles as my face scrunches. I hadn’t thought about it.
Without thinking, I untangle myself from the bedding which is no doubt stained in all three of our arousals.
When her gaze runs down my body, I can’t help cupping my now soft cock and diving into the bathroom.
Is it meant to feel this awkward?
Showering off the evidence of our morning, I can’t help disliking seeing it all wash down the drain.
I know it's stupid. It was just a hook up.
None of us mean anything to each other. But maybe for the first time in a decade I want a connection to someone, and maybe for the first time ever, I want it in a non-platonic way.