Chapter 29
Chapter
Twenty-Nine
Otis
Everything was in place, and as much as I wanted to tell Tatum what I’d done, maybe I’d overstepped. Just a touch.
I just couldn’t get the image of her empty apartment out of my head. The defeated look on her face when she’d told me about her slimy ex.
So I’d done what I do best.
I fixed it.
This was all a passing thought as I lay on the bed of an actual hotel room in Des Moines.
I’d jumped online and organized a night away from the bus a week ago when Harvey had suggested an interest in more sexual exploration after a heavy petting session.
I loved what we had been doing, but I couldn’t deny I’d been obsessed with the thought of his ass for a while now.
I’d invited Tatum along because…well…as much as we said our relationships were different, I still wanted us to be together, and having a woman involved was more likely to give Harvey permission to relax into the new experience.
The bedside drawer was full of lube and condoms, and as the water shut off in the bathroom, a soft knock came at the door.
“I’ve never seen you in a dress before,” I said, stepping aside so she could enter.
She brushed her hands over her hips self-consciously. “I don’t wear them often, but I need to get some washing done, and I guess I figured there wouldn’t be a great need for clothing tonight.”
A wolfish grin spread over my face before I could stop it. She knew why she’d come, and she’d dressed for the occasion.
“You own dresses?” Harvey asked, emerging from a cloud of steam with a towel draped low around his hips.
My mouth went dry at the sight of water droplets trickling over his tight nipples.
“And sometimes I wear them, too.” She crossed her arms and cocked a hip in a way that was far closer to the Tatum we all knew.
“So what’s the plan?”
My chest swelled as they both turned to me for direction. This was everything I’d ever wanted. The two people I cared for most in the world in the same room, waiting for my instruction.
“I think it’s time Harvey learned to give a little. What do you think?”
Tatum barked a laugh while Harvey looked offended.
“I…”
“You’re selfish in bed. It’s okay, I find it kinda cute, but while I get you ready, you’re going to make Tatum come. Deal?”
Harvey looked at Tatum and back to me.
“Have you ever eaten pussy before?”
“I’ve never had to.”
I sighed and gave Tatum a look. In response, she stripped and climbed onto the mattress.
She giggled as we crowded in, shoulder to shoulder between her thighs. The sound quickly turned into a sigh as I swiped my tongue along her center, then encouraged Harvey to do the same. At my direction, he pushed two fingers into her, working his mouth over her until she was panting.
“Good. Keep going.”
I pulled out the bottle of lube and kneeled behind him. I stroked a hand down his back as Tatum squirmed under his tongue.
“If she comes, keep going. I’ve heard her have multiple orgasms with the others.”
She groaned, fisting his hair as she lifted her hips toward his mouth. I tried to tune them out as I recalled everything I’d learned about anal prep online.
Go slow. Take your time stretching. Use lots of lube.
I could do that.
I popped the cap and drizzled a glob down his crack, massaging it into the sensitive skin around his hole. He groaned, and Tatum gasped, but I kept my focus on my job. Adding more lube, I pushed one finger in, just to the knuckle, and Harvey lifted his head.
“That feels…Hmm.” He pushed back experimentally, and my finger slipped further in.
“More,” he decided, bending back to Tatum and doing something that made her whimper.
I added a second finger with even more lube, and a shudder crawled down his back. As I worked my fingers in and out, he pushed back, moaning as I scissored them to stretch him wider.
“More,” he moaned.
“Make her come.”
He dedicated himself to the task, and as I pushed a third finger in, she detonated beneath us. A beautiful pink flush crawled across her chest as her eyes fluttered closed, her hips thrusting up to meet his mouth as the aftershocks pulsed through her.
“Are you ready for me?” I asked, pulling my fingers free.
His hips chased my hand, like the sudden emptiness was more than he could handle. “Fuck, yes.”
“Then make her come again.”
Tatum’s eyes shot open, and I saw the curiosity in them as I rolled on a condom, squirted more lube on my cock and lined myself up with his tight hole. It was a big jump from fingers to cock, so I pushed in slowly, trying to give Harvey time to adjust while he brought Tatum right to the edge again.
As she screamed through her second orgasm, I pushed all the way home and shivered at the feeling of him squeezing me so tightly. Fuck, he was so perfect. I could live here.
“Are you planning on moving any time soon?” His words were tight, and I blushed.
Focus on what you’re doing, Otis. I pulled back and gave an experimental thrust that pulled matching moans from both of us.
“Don’t act like I’m breakable. Fuck me already.”
I had a plan. Go slow. Lots of lube. Fuck him like I owned him.
On my next thrust, he pushed back hard, and something in me snapped.
Letting go of control, I snapped my hips into him in a punishing rhythm that made my thighs burn and heat coil low in my spine much faster than I had anticipated.
Harvey threw his head back, riding me like a fucking pro.
I changed the angle, and everything changed.
“Fuck, do that again.”
I did, thrusting deep, and Harvey’s cock kicked under him.
I repeated the move, grinning at Tatum as she lay completely spent beneath him.
“Can you give him a hand?”
She wrapped him in a tight grip as I fucked harder into him, taking everything until he spilled all over her legs, the sheets, his towel. Only then did I let myself go.
Collapsing beside them, heat rising off all our spent bodies, I floated in a euphoric state I thought didn’t really exist outside of romance novels.
“How do you feel?” Tatum was watching Harvey closely, and I gathered the energy to turn my head and check in on him.
“I think I might be a little bit gay.”
Tatum huffed a laugh like it was an inside joke, and I breathed a sigh of relief that I hadn’t royally fucked everything up with my obsession with these two.
I got up and showered quickly while they floated in a heady concoction of endorphins and dopamine that I was responsible for. As I crawled back onto the bed, Tatum’s phone buzzed on the table. She reached for it and frowned when she saw the caller ID.
He hadn’t wasted any time.
“Answer it,” I said, stroking a hand over her pussy.
She gave me a warning look, but complied, pressing the speaker button so we could all hear the tantrum.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you trying to ruin my life?” Adam screamed down the line.
I leaned over Tatum and pressed my hardening erection to her core. Her lips quirked, and she hooked her heels over my hips, pulling me inside her in a long stroke.
“Where did you put the money? The cops are at my door talking about your psychotic ass. All I want is to be free of you, but you can’t let me go because you’re a fucking head case.”
I rolled my hips, building momentum as Adam’s self-righteous drivel echoed through the room. I waited until her breath stuttered and she tightened around me before I spoke up.
“Listen here, asshole, firstly”—I thrust into her hard, thumbing her clit as she screamed in bliss—“that’s what it sounds like when she isn’t faking it.
And second, if you even so much as think her name, I’ll make sure evidence that will put you on death row reaches the right hands.
Consider what you’re going through a course correction and be happy I don’t have time to teach you the lesson you deserve. Lose this number.”
I ended the call and gave Tatum another orgasm for good measure before I found my own release and collapsed between the two bodies on the bed.
“That was kind of badass,” Harvey said, chuckling.
“He deserved worse,” I said, pressing a kiss to his lips, then to Tatum’s.
This was perfect.
We lay in silence for a while until Tatum’s phone vibrated a second time.
“I swear to God, if that’s him again, I’m calling my uncle at Quantico and having them do a deep dive on his life.”
“No, it’s a Wisconsin area code.” She sat up, gathering the sheets around her as she answered the call.
By the time the call ended, everything had changed.
“I have to go.”
“Wait, just let us come with you.” Harvey stumbled over the sheets as he retrieved his jeans.
“You have a show to do. Stay here. I…have to go.”
And she did. Without another word, she pulled her dress on and fled the hotel.
By the time we were dressed and back at the bus, there were no signs she’d ever been there.
She was gone.