Acceptance
thirty-three
Marlowe
“The couch is fine. You won’t be in the way, don't worry.” Naomi sat down on the couch and called Dojo to sit there with her. “Diet Coke?” I asked as I grabbed two out of the fridge.
“Please.” Naomi scratched Dojo’s belly as he rolled on his back between her legs.
Walking over to the couch, I sat down on the rug, spreading my legs out wide on the floor. “Is Rich nervous?” I asked casually. Trying to gauge her reaction.
Naomi shrugged, continuing to entertain Dojo. “Mmm, I think a little bit. But he’s gonna be fine.” Raising my eyebrows, I smiled widely at her.
“How would you know that, Naomi? You two been talking?” I tilted my head back and forth, waiting for her answer. She looked over at me and narrowed her eyes.
“Dojo attack your mother!” Naomi yelled. Dojo barked, and I started laughing.
When the guys arrived, Naomi and I were sitting on the floor holding hands and gossiping about boys. Being girls.
“No autographs please ladies, that’s for after the show.” Rich threw finger guns at us both as he walked over to his guitars.
“Fuck off.” Naomi threw a pillow at him.
Turning around, I moved so I was on my knees directly in front of where Bunny would stand. Dojo lay down behind me, and Naomi sat on the couch.
They played through their set as if Naomi and I were their audience.
Bunny kept leaning over me. Sweat dripped down his chest as he jumped around, and each time he leaned over me, I could smell the vanilla in his body wash.
He would pull the strap of my tank top down or tip his sunglasses down his nose and wink at me. I was going to lose my mind.
As soon as they finished playing, the twins packed up to leave. “We will be back later, pizza?” Chris asked.
“Yeah. Grab some wings too if you can.” Bunny answered.
“I’ll pick up beer. Need anything else?” Naomi asked as she started to leave too. Dexter, Bunny, and I shook our heads.
They were all coming back over tonight for movies since Thrash Fest was tomorrow.
Bunny followed Dexter and me into the kitchen.
Rushing up behind us, he caged us in on the countertop.
“Do me a favor really quick,” Bunny said, looking up at Dexter.
“Kiss her.” Without hesitation, Dexter grabbed my hip and pulled me in close before capturing my lips in his.
Bunny’s knees dipped, and I felt him sink a little lower as he watched Dexter kiss me. “Fuck.” Bunny hissed.
Pushing back off the counter, Bunny started walking toward the hallway. I looked up at Dexter, but he looked at me just as confused. “Come on,” Bunny’s attitude was unmatched. Looking up at Dexter, I bit my lips, holding back a laugh.
When we walked into the room, Bunny stood in the middle of the room. “I want to watch you two fuck.” He nodded to the bed and pulled the chair out from the desk in Dexter’s room. “I’m not going to participate. I’m just going to watch.” He sat down in the chair and lounged back.
Bunny watched Dex, and I fuck all the time, but he never just watched.
This was going to be fun. Turning to look at Dexter, I kissed his neck.
“Should we give our little Wyatt a show?” Dexter nodded, pulling me against his chest. Bunny groaned and shifted farther down in the chair.
“Just watching. No touching until I say so.” I pointed to his crotch, his dick half hard in his gym shorts.
“What the fuck, Marlowe, that’s not what I said.” Bunny readjusted in the chair, reaching into his pants.
“Eh,” I held my finger up, and he stopped moving. “But that’s what I said.” Bunny fell back in the chair, giving up on arguing with me.
Dexter lifted my shirt over my head, exposing the lace bra I wore.
He unclasped it with one hand and pulled the straps down my arms. As I began lifting Dexter’s shirt, my lips grazed his stomach.
I bit his nipple lightly before pulling his shirt over his head.
Throwing the shirt at Bunny, he flicked me off, and I blew him a kiss.
Dexter helped me out of my pants before he removed his own and guided me onto the bed, kissing his way down my body until he found my clit.
I looked over at Bunny while Dex ate me out.
We held eye contact while Dexter’s tongue flicked my clit and inserted two fingers.
His fingers massaged my walls in time with his tongue.
Closing my eyes, I moaned. Having Bunny watch like this made it feel so intense.
Rolling the chair, Bunny moved closer as Dexter began sinking into me. “That’s it, Dex. Fuck her, please.” Bunny begged as he leaned forward in the chair. He scooted back again and looked at me desperately as Dexter began to thrust into me with no warning.
“You better be fucking your hand right now, Bunny.” It was hard to speak while Dex fucked me this hard. But God did it feel good. Bunny stood over me, jacking himself off, but this wasn’t enough. I needed more.
“Fuck me, Bunny.” Rolling my hips, Dexter leaned forward more. He readjusted my leg and continued fucking me. He gave Bunny better access to me.
Bunny pulled the bottle of lube from the nightstand and squirted it in his hand. I felt the cool touch of his finger on my ass a second later. Dexter slowed his movement as Bunny massaged.
“Relax, Mar,” Dexter said, leaning down and kissing my forehead. Bunny had two fingers in before I knew it.
“Stay relaxed,” Dexter started moving again slowly as Bunny removed his fingers and I felt him line his cock up.
“Breathe,” Dexter whispered. I cried out as Bunny sank into my ass.
I felt so full, too full. Then they started moving.
I wasn’t going to last long. I never did.
Between Dexter talking me through it and them just being the way they are. I was going to combust at any minute.
Bunny reached around Dexter and pinched my clit. I came unexpectedly. The warmth that had slowly built in my core rushed through me. Bunny reached around and grabbed Dexter’s neck, biting his shoulder. They both held my arm as they came together.
We lay in a heap on the bed until there was a knock on the front door. “Oh shit,” Dexter said and scrambled to pull shorts on.
When the door opened, I heard Chris announce, “Pizza’s here!” Bunny and I walked out into the living room. The smell of fresh pizza hit my senses like a brick wall. “Where’s Rich?”
“No idea, he’s not with you?” Dexter asked.
Chris shook his head. “We drove separately. He said he had to run to the store for something. I don’t know. I thought he’d beat me, though.” When we set the pizza boxes on the counter, two more sets of headlights flashed in the front window.
I watched as Naomi got out of her car and Rich unloaded the beer from her trunk. I was slapping Bunny’s arm, and he was trying to hold my hands away from him.
“Had to go to the store, my ass,” Chris said under his breath with a chuckle.
Pushing open the front door, Naomi and Rich walked in with two cases of beer.