5
Steam!
Champagne stood in her bright sky-blue heels, the bangles on her wrists clacking around just as the show ended. She grabbed Lach’s hand, interlaced their fingers, and snagged the belt loop on Jorge’s pants. Lach was pulled along behind the wall of a man through the crowd, and out the door.
He worked to keep his balance as they weaved through the parades of old folks and casino goes, down the port side of the ship and out onto the deck to cut across the mini golf walkway, illuminated by the moonlight. The crashing of waves against the ship matching their heavy, hungry breaths.
He didn’t know where they were going, just that he wanted to get there fast. The quick, simple ease at which he found himself enamored with the pair, unafraid to follow them anywhere, scared Lach a little. His relationship skills left a lot to be desired, his experience a tragedy in too few parts, but he liked to follow his gut.
And his gut bubbled with anticipation.
All the flirty and dirty things Champagne whispered with soft touches. All the light smiles and scorching glances Jorge gave without words. They turned his soul inside out and burned his body with desire.
Ma once said: “Love isn’t just fuzzy and slow. It’s a volcano that spills into your blood stream. It melts your walls and your senses, leaving you healing for a long while after.”
Yeah. He felt every strike of his heart as Champagne’s grip tightened and she pulled him closer.
She spent the majority of dinner in a mood, having wanted an all-day event between the three of them and sulking, but sometime after the gym and spa as they were headed to shower, Shawna caught up with Lach and dragged him away. He found himself listening to his best friend gush as he got dressed in a pair of slacks and a violet button-up.
The shit didn’t last.
Jorge opened the room door and Champagne moved them all inside. The smell of the pair hit Lach like a truck and his body hit the wall at the same time.
The lock clicked.
Champagne’s hands slid under the purple fabric of his shirt, and the buttons went flying. Her tongue parted Lach’s lips and she pressed her entire body against his, solid erection rubbing through her thin dress and catching on his answering need. They moaned and swayed and explored one another until larger hands found Lachlan’s wrists and pulled him free.
He took a single gulp of air and sank into the heat as Jorge’s mouth covered his. In a matter of minutes his tattered shirt hit the floor, his pants were unbuttoned and Champagne’s tongue slid over his spine, her nails dragging up his stomach and over his chest.
“They’re soft,“
she whispered, fingers circling his nipples. Those nails worked up the small mounds and flicked across them with purpose. “So soft.”
Some worried about their chests, but Lach had been blessed without that concern. The breasts he’d been born with were small and unobtrusive. They shrank more as he worked, got stronger, and the testosterone settled in his body, leaving him with a solid upper chest. Just little pillow tops over muscle. A little mattress topper, he liked to joke.
Not that he could joke right now. His mind buzzed with sensations. Jorge’s hands on his bare ass, tucked into his boxer-briefs, the man’s tongue doing magical things to Lach’s breasts as Champagne dragged her nails down his stomach and kissed his neck.
She paused at the waistband of his underwear, fingers curling in the soft hairs of his happy trail, a sigh brushing against the back of his head. “Alright, my lovelies. Safety first.“
She growled and poked his belly.
Jorge smiled up at Lach, who was perched perfectly on his knees over the man’s wide lap. His rosy cheeks matched his spit-soaked lips and made Lachlan shudder. “We haven’t had a third in a year.”
“And we’re both on PrEP,“
Champagne added. “But our swim count is still high…”
The thick signs of arousal pressed against his ass and leg were amazing. Lach licked his lips, belly fluttering. He could smell the preamble of sex and struggled to focus on their words.
Champagne took notice and chuckled. She nipped his ear. “Focus, handsome. Or do you have a breeding kink?”
“Breed—? Oh. Oh!“
Lach flushed, refusing to confirm that fact and worked to shift his focus off the sexiest people he’d ever met. “I’m on PrEP, too. And I’ve been… well… I haven’t seen anyone in a long while.”
Quiet filled the air and Lach’s nerves grew until he saw Jorge glance at his belly, watching the soft, slow circles Champagne drew. Lachlan whimpered, his brain kicking back in. He didn’t want to fall into that imagery now.
“I get monthly injections and I always carry Plan B.”
Champagne’s fingers froze and Jorge glanced up at her with an arched brow. Something flickered between them but Lach didn’t have a chance to feel excluded. The man at his feet lit up with a smile.
“Later,“
Jorge muttered. “I’m in the mood for that plowing you promised at dinner. Or did you forg—“
“My bag,“
Lach interrupted. He sucked in a breath, Champagne’s hand now slipping into the waist of his underwear. Agonizing. Slow. Tormenting him. “I dropped it at the door. I-I— Fuck!”
Her sultry voice filled his ear. “We’re getting there, sexy.“
Her hand slipped further down and she kissed his jaw. Her fingers tangled in the bush at his pelvis, perfect pressure making him buck into her palm. “You in Jorge. Me in you? Or…”
“Perfect.“
Lachlan took a deep breath and watched Jorge dig through the bag. “I want that.”
“Good. Now… is it a strap?“
Champagne asked. She moved further in, hands slipping down the inside of his thigh, clawing up the outside and making him shiver. As he took a breath, her hand slipped between his legs and her fingers spread him open. The tender cock he proudly earned from painful weekly injections twitching against her palm. “Or does it fit in here?”
Lach gasped, his hazy vision falling on Jorge’s burning gaze. The man stood with the double-ended purple weapon in his hands, his face blazing with lust. That same heat boiled over in Lach’s blood and he groaned, reaching out for the toy with clumsy fingers.
All thought left him the moment Jorge knelt at his feet. The burly man’s stumbled face darted forwards just as Champagne pulled Lachlan’s sagging pants completely off his body. Jorge laved at the little erection and sucked it into his mouth, a long drag that pulled the strength from Lach’s body. Then he pulled back, moving into the grip Lach had on his hair.
“Good thing I stretched earlier,“
Jorge groaned. He went to town on the toy, soaking the short end with the most vulgar noises Lach ever heard, eyes trained on Lachlan’s stare, pulling it out with an intentional pop. “I’m way past wanting to go slow.”
Heat built in his feet and sparked up his legs, his cunt twitching with desire. Lach unleashed an agonized whimper and held his breath as the warm, firm silicone slid in to be seated in place. He clamped down around it with a satisfied sigh.
Thought and reason fled as Champagne dropped to the floor behind him, her hands spreading his as wide and her mouth doing wicked things to his hole. He pushed back onto her tongue just as Jorge swallowed the length of Lach’s purple dildo, his tongue catching and teasing the small swollen cock with each bob.
Night descended on them, the room filled with arousal and the sounds of two mouths claiming Lach for themselves.