16. Kellerman
Sophomore Year of College
Fuck, yes.
With my fist closed around my cock, I pump myself in slow, punishing strokes.
While Stephen stayed at the party with the bombshell we danced with, I’m alone in my dorm room, jerking off to the thought of what could’ve been if I gave in to them.
She wanted us both, it was clear. And Stephen was millimeters away from kissing me.
I was millimeters away from letting him.
Precum leaks out of my tip, as if my dick is weeping at the loss of the opportunity to be inside both Stephen and the gorgeous girl. My body hums at the memory of the way her mouth felt against mine; the way Stephen watched us. And forget about the way his tongue stroked hers when they kissed, his eyes on mine.
I pick up the pace, fucking myself to the thought of them.
Until the door bangs open, and they’re both standing in my doorway.
Fuck.
There’s no hiding what I’m doing. I’m on top of the covers, lights on, dick in my hand. I slip myself back inside my boxer-briefs, wincing at how painfully hard I am.
“Don’t stop on our account,” the girl says, wearing a playful smirk on her lips. “Looked like things were just about to get good.”
I roll my eyes and search for my sweatpants on the floor before pulling them on. “I’ll be back in an hour. That should give you two enough time.”
“We didn’t come here to fool around, just the two of us,” Stephen says, stepping in front of me and blocking my exit. “We came here for you.”
My hands curl into fists at my sides as I try to stop myself from reaching out for them. I was just about to come before they walked in, and my head hasn’t cleared from the lust-filled fog yet.
“Were you thinking of us?” the girl asks. Hazel eyes blink up at me as she trails her fingertips along my arm. “Were you imagining your dick was in my mouth? Or his? Or were we fucking?”
My control is slipping, and I need to get out of here before I do something I can’t come back from.
“Don’t run from this,” Stephen whispers. He reaches out and slowly uncurls my fist until he can lace our fingers together. “I know you want me just as badly as I want you.”
My dick strains against my pants, like it’s reaching out for them, begging me not to let this moment go.
But that’s all this is—a moment. How would Stephen and I go back to being friends after this?
And friends is all we ever can be. I won’t let us get ruined by the ugliness and hate of the world. I’ve seen firsthand what happens to people like us.
“Stop overthinking it.” The brunette rises onto her toes and wraps her hands around the back of my neck, pressing her body against mine. “I want you both. You think you can be good boys and share?”
I shiver against her. “I’m an only child. I never learned to share.”
She sucks my bottom lip into her mouth and bites down before she releases it. “I can teach you. You’ll see how much fun it is.”
She drops to her knees, and I’m helpless against her as she drags down my pants and boxers in one quick motion. My cock springs free, bobbing in front of her face. She gazes up at Stephen, and tugs him down beside her.
Fuck me. Looking down at the both of them on their knees for me, Stephen gazing at my cock like he’s hungry for it, I’m harder than I’ve ever been.
I’m not thinking straight. This needs to stop.
But before I can protest, she sucks me all the way into her mouth, wrapping her tongue around me. She hums, dragging me out and taking me inside again. Stephen’s eyes stay locked in on my cock, licking his lips and leaning closer to her mouth. She takes one of his hands and slips it inside her pants.
Stephen groans. “You should feel how wet she is, Chance.”
She takes me further into her mouth, moaning as her hips rock against Stephen’s fingers.
“Fuck,” I hiss, trying not to fuck her mouth and come too soon.
Then she pops me out of her mouth, and holds out my dick for Stephen.
I should stop this. I should pull away. We can’t cross this line. We can stick to sharing her, and not give in to each other.
But Stephen’s eyes lock with mine as he leans forward and slides his tongue along my dick, and any semblance of fight drains from my body.
Fuck it.
I’ve fantasized about this moment for the last year.
Instead of pushing him off me, I lift my hand and grip the coppery curls at the top of his head, forcing myself inside his mouth and setting the pace. He breathes through his nose, and lets me fuck his face the way he knows I need to be in control.
“That’s it, Stephen,” I whisper. “Let me shut this mouth up for a while. God, you always talk so much, I’ve wanted to fill it with my cock since the day I met you.”
He whimpers, reaching into his own pants to relieve his ache.
My beauty bends down and wraps her tongue around my balls, and my toes curl into the carpet. I’m not going to last, but I don’t want this moment to end. The second I spill my release, the spell breaks and I’ll fall into post-orgasm clarity.
I’m not ready to stop yet. I haven’t nearly had my fill of these two.
I yank Stephen off of me, and pull him by his hair until he’s standing. We dive for each other’s mouths in a crushing kiss. He grips onto my jaw, holding me like he’s afraid I’ll pull back. And I should. But his scent surrounds me; his arms wrap around me; and his taste is on my lips. I can’t go back now. Stephen McKinley is etching himself into my bones, pouring himself into my blood. After tonight, he’ll be my oxygen, and I won’t know how to breathe without him.
Yet I can’t seem to care at the moment.
I reach for her, needing her close, and she joins us so we’re a mix of lips and tongues and panting moans. She’s the catalyst. The conductor. The one who made this all happen. I don’t know her yet, but I vow to. Something in her calls to me, and I want to show her that I can be whatever she needs me to be.
I break the kiss and lift her into my arms, turning to lay her on my bed. “What’s your name, baby?”
“Presley,” she whispers.
I yank off her shoes while she unbuttons her pants and shimmies them down her hips. Stephen pulls them off the rest of the way and tosses them along with her top into a pile with his own clothes.
I lean on my elbows and settle between Presley’s thighs. I can smell her sweet arousal, the wet spot soaking through her red thong letting me know how turned on she is.
I glance up at Stephen who’s watching over my shoulder. “Bet she’s got a pretty pussy. What do you think?”
He kneels beside me and toys with her nipple while she squirms underneath us. “I bet you’re right. Why don’t you have a taste and let me know how good she is?”
I pull her panties to the side and admire her glistening skin. “God damn, you’re perfect.”
Presley’s hand slides through my hair to the back of my head, and she lifts her hips, bringing herself closer to my mouth.
I chuckle at her impatience. “What’s the matter, baby? You need me to make you feel better? You look like you’re aching, all swollen and wet.”
She moans as I drop a few light kisses to her clit. “Please, Chance.”
I drag my tongue along her from bottom to top, swirling around her clit before making my way back down to repeat the motion. “Mmm, fuck. You taste incredible.”
Her moans fill the air, and Stephen swirls his tongue around her nipple while I lap at her, spreading her legs wider so I can feast.
Stephen kisses his way down to where my mouth is, and I shift over so he can join his tongue with mine. It’s erotic, stroking his tongue at the same time as her pussy, the taste of her mixing with the taste of him.
It’s intoxicating.
I sit up on my knees and Stephen takes over, kneeling in my spot on the bed while he works her over.
“Slip a finger inside,” I instruct.
Stephen inserts his middle finger, and Presley bucks off the mattress, letting out a loud moan.
“Yes, more,” she pants. She lifts her eyes to mine. “Please.”
I arch a brow. “Tell me what you need, Presley. Use your words.”
She grips onto Stephen’s hair and looks me straight in my eyes. “I want you both inside of me. At the same time.”
I dig into Stephen’s nightstand, knowing I’ll find everything I need, and pull out a couple of condoms and a bottle of lube. I roll one onto Stephen before rolling one on myself.
“On your back,” I tell him. I caress Presley’s face as I lean down and kiss her. “You’re going to ride him. And once you’re dripping, when you’ve soaked his cock, that’s when I’ll fuck this tight little ass of yours. Sound good?”
Panting, she scrambles on top of Stephen. “Yes.”
I watch as she sinks down onto Stephen’s dick, inch by inch, letting herself get used to his size. He holds onto her hips, but he lets her set the pace until she’s ready.
I kneel behind her, letting my hands roam over her curves and trailing my fingertips over the artwork along her arms. I lick her neck and she moans, circling her hips in a steady rhythm.
I watch them as they fuck, my cock throbbing for its own release.
But my dark thoughts begin to creep in.
How happy they could be together, just the two of them.
They don’t need me.
I don’t deserve them.
Presley reaches back for me, her eyes looking into mine as if she can see that I’m struggling. “Kiss me, Chance. Kiss me, and then fuck us.”
Unable to deny her, I part her lips with my tongue, and kiss her deeply. She’s fire and passion, and sexy as hell. I lose myself in our kiss, falling deeper into the point of no return.
“You ready, baby?” I nip her bottom lip as I pull back. “Are you ready to take the both of us?”
“Yes,” she says on an exhale. “I’m ready.”
I gently push her back until her chest is pressed against Stephen’s, leaving her perfect, plump ass in the air for me. I squeeze the bottle of lube, drizzling it over her backside.
“We’re going to start off slow.” I rub my thumb around the rim of her hole before adding a bit of pressure. “You let us know if you want to stop, understand?”
She moans and grinds against Stephen.
“Words, Pres.” I tilt her chin until she’s looking at me over her shoulder. “I need you to understand that you can stop us at any time.”
“I understand.” She swallows, looking between us. “I want this.”
I pump my thumb in and out of her while she rocks on Stephen’s cock. She moans loud, and drops her forehead against his while I open her up.
She’s so tight, and with Stephen’s cock filling her from the front, this is going to feel incomparable to anything I’ve ever felt.
I blow out a steadying breath, and lube myself up before pushing the crown of my cock against her ass. My eyes flick to Stephen to find him watching me with rapt attention.
Nerves and worry crawl into the darkest parts of my head, but I stamp them down.
Not now. I’ll deal with the aftermath in the morning.
I breach Presley’s entrance, going as slow as I can to make sure she’s okay while I fill her up.
She gasps. “Oh, my God.”
Stephen kisses her hard while I bend down and suck on her neck, lighting her up everywhere we can until I’m fully inside her.
“How do you feel, baby?” Sweat lines my forehead as I use all of my restraint to stay still until she tells me to move.
“So full.” She pushes back against me. “You’re both...it’s so much.”
Stephen smirks. “Our pretty girl likes being filled up by two cocks.”
I pull out just as slow, and push my way back inside. Stephen groans, wiping the smirk right off his face. “I can feel you fucking her.”
“How much do you wish it was you, hm?” I pull out and drive back inside Presley, her hips bucking against me, begging me for more. “How many nights have you thought about it? You know, you think I’m asleep when you jerk off in the middle of the night, but I stay awake listening to you.”
Stephen grins. “I know you’re not sleeping. I do it to torture you. I want you to hear the way I sound when I come to the thought of you.”
Fuck. Me.
Leaning down, I sandwich Presley between us and capture Stephen’s mouth. He holds onto the back of my head while he kisses me, groaning into my mouth as he drives into her.
Stephen’s cock rubs against mine through Presley’s tight warmth, and the three of us fall into a rhythm. We put our focus on Presley, bringing her to the brink of ecstasy until she comes.
“That’s it, baby.” I grip her throat and talk her through it. “Break apart on our cocks and let us hear you.”
With her head thrown back and her eyes squeezed shut, she comes loud and hard; uninhibited and wild.
Our little rebel.
The three of us are connected, Stephen and I sharing this intimate moment while Presley tethers the both of us. For the first time, it feels like I belong; like I’m part of something; like I’m meant to be exactly where I am.
And now that I’ve got it, I don’t want to lose it.