THIRTY-THREE Everyone, Everywhere, All at Once
N OAH
Experiencing how glorious it feels to have someone clamping down on my nipples is a revelation to me, one I want to pass on. So, without any further contemplation, I lay Elle flat on the bottom cushions of the lounger and do it to her left breast.
Her arm instantly bands around my head as I do, holding me in place, and I sense more than see that Jackson is doing the same with her right one. It’s such a stimulating situation to have my mouth full of her while Jackson’s face is so close to mine that I feel a tidal wave of euphoria.
She’s mewling and whimpering, and that increases my pleasure by a factor of ten because I’m seeing, hearing, tasting, and touching her all at once.
I love having these moments with her—with all of us together—so much.
Next, Tristan gets in on the action by tugging her yoga pants off her hips and legs, kissing along every exposed inch her hem reveals as he does. Methodically, he lowers them all the way past her knees, shins, and feet, taking a moment to nip at the skin beneath her butterfly ankle bracelet.
With her down to her panties, some nice boy short ones that match her neon yellow bra, he pokes his thumbs into the sides and tosses her one of his intense and heated looks. I glimpse up at her in time to see her latch onto his gaze and stare back, her eyes so liquid they could be made of melted butterscotch.
Exchanging my nibbles for occasional flicks of my tongue, I press my ear to her ribcage so I can listen to her heart. Its beats are strong, steady, and fast as I catch motion out of my peripheral vision. Tristan is removing his clothing with no fanfare, stroking his extraordinarily long shaft as soon as he’s bare.
Stepping between her thighs, he notches himself against her core, holding his length to direct it toward her. It’s mesmerizing to watch as he buries himself inside her, and I only know that he’s as far in as he can go when his mouth gapes open slightly.
Their eyes are still locked on one another’s as he begins to move, and she releases the breathiest of moans. Jackson and I have to move with them as they rock together, Tristan sliding in and out, in and out. I go from licking to nibbling again, then to suckling as the four of us stay in synch.
“I’m going to pinch that perfect pearl of yours and you’re going to come,” Tristan tells her, his focus so sacrosanct that it’s as if he feels like the two of them are all alone.
“Please,” she responds, and it’s not in agreement as much as it’s a plea. A request.
“Say that again,” he orders, his tone all guttural gruffness, and she does, her voice high and breathy.
“Please, Tristan. Mmmm. Please, please, please .”
I’m reinforced concrete hard, so hard it almost hurts, but I say nothing. I don’t want to break this hypnotic spell they’ve got going.
I register that I’m not the only one affected when the sound of Jackson unzipping himself lets me know that he’s caught up in this, too. That the sexual energy in this room is impossible to ignore.
Tristan’s hand goes to her center just like he promised, and his thrusts become more forceful. He lifts one of her legs to rest on his shoulder, and this alters his trajectory, which has Elle keening nonstop now.
Jackson changes his strategy so he’s working her nipple ring with his finger and thumb, his mouth going to the side of her neck as he makes audible sucking noises. His hand is also stroking himself, keeping his motions in the same rhythm as Tristan and Elle.
And I can no longer take it. Even though I’ve never masturbated in front of anyone before, I lower my sweatpants and pull myself out, rubbing my erection just like Jackson is.
“Strip,” Elle shouts, and for a minute I’m confused, wondering why she’s commanding Tristan to undress when he’s already naked. Then, as Jackson obeys her, I add up two and two and get four.
Oh.
Jackson already has his jeans and briefs off, his shirt halfway up his torso by the time I drop my sweats, but that’s okay. This isn’t a race. And once I’m as nude as everyone else, I lean up Elle’s body to kiss her right on the mouth. When she commences to scream, I sit back to watch her orgasm, my hand still cupping the breast I’ve been fondling as I nip at the shell of her ear.
“Yes, oh fuck, yes,” she hollers, and I quit touching myself because if I don’t, I’m going to climax too soon. And by too soon I mean right now.
This is so freaking hot. Too hot.
“Oh, fuck, Tristan. I’m going to come again,” she gasps, and Tristan only nods.
“You go right ahead, beautiful. Squeeze this cock for all it’s worth.”
Tristan pumps more energetically than ever, upping his game rather than easing back, his thumb pinching her pearl piercing just as rough as I know she likes. And more swiftly than I would’ve imagined, he has her climaxing again. This one goes on forever, for hours, it feels like, and it’s so much that I have to glance away.
As her moans quiet into hums, I see Tristan’s body locking up from head to toe, and as he arches his spine and freezes in a single forward advance, I know he must be coming. My suspicion is confirmed when he groans low and deep, and the sound does something to me.
I want to hear it again, just like I want to hear Elle. I want to hear everyone’s pleasure all at the same time. Jackson, like me, has ceased stroking himself. Maybe he’s having a similar issue with control. He continues to cup her opposite breast, though, when Elle and Tristan lean their heads toward each other.
As they kiss, Jackson and I hold on, and I feel Tristan’s defined pecks pressed against the back of my hand. I think his chest is making contact with Jackson as well, which means we’re all touching, all united.
All one.
I adore this. I’ve never felt such a deep sense of understanding, elation, and togetherness in my life.
Tristan gradually pulls back from her, their lips making a sound of parting as he does. Then, he carefully and gently disengages from her.
And that’s when Elle tells me to do something that makes my jaw drop to the floor.
“All right, Noah. You next. I want you inside me. Then, Jackson. I want all of you tonight.”