Chapter 5 #2
Teo’s hips start rocking forward to meet me. The three of us find a rhythm together, West pushing me forward, Teo meeting me, my body the bridge between them, taking everything they give me.
West’s hands tighten on my hips. He pulls me back onto him harder, and I moan around Teo’s cock.
West changes his angle, hits something deeper, and my elbows almost buckle.
I pull off Teo to breathe, and West uses the moment, both hands on my hips, driving into me while I drop my forehead to the mattress.
“Look at me,” Teo says. His voice is quiet.
I lift my head. He’s kneeling in front of me, his cock wet from my mouth, his hand on my jaw. He tilts my face up and holds it there while West fucks me. I’m looking into Teo’s eyes while my body rocks with every thrust, and there’s nowhere to hide from either of them.
I take Teo back in my mouth because I want to. Because having him in my mouth while West is inside me is greedy, and I want to be greedy.
I reach underneath myself, find my clit, and start rubbing in tight circles. West sees what I’m doing.
“That’s it,” he says. His pace steadies, gives me room to work my own hand.
Teo’s fingers are in my hair, loose, letting me set the speed now. I’m building toward something, and both of them can feel it.
I come with Teo in my mouth and West buried inside me. It’s different from the first one. Deeper, slower, rolling through my whole body in waves. I cry out around Teo’s cock, and my hand goes flat against the mattress, and West holds still inside me while I shake.
West starts moving again before I’ve finished coming.
The aftershocks are still rolling through me, and he fucks me through them, harder now, his breathing ragged.
His strokes get shorter. His fingers dig into my hips.
He slams into me one last time and holds there, deep, his cock pulsing inside me.
I feel him come and clench around him. He makes a sound low in his chest like something breaking loose.
He pulls out slow, pressing his mouth to the base of my spine. Then he rolls onto his back beside me, one arm over his face, his chest heaving.
Teo’s hands find my hips. He turns me over, and I go onto my back. The sheets are damp under me, and I don’t care.
He’s above me, his weight on one arm, and he pushes in. The curve of him reaches a spot inside me that makes my breath catch. I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him deeper.
For a second, I see the restaurant. My ex leaning back in his chair, the blonde across from him. Then Teo rolls his hips, and the image breaks apart like smoke.
He fucks me slow. Every stroke deliberate, all the way out and all the way in, watching my face. West is beside us, propped on one elbow, his hand on my breast, his thumb tracing circles around my nipple.
“Harder,” I say.
Teo’s eyes stay on mine. He gives me what I ask for. His hips snap forward, and the bed frame knocks against the wall. I hear West laugh quietly beside us.
Teo hooks his arm under my knee and pushes my leg up toward my chest. The angle changes, and he slides deeper. I grab the pillow above my head with both hands.
West’s hand moves from my breast to my waist, resting there. I can feel Teo’s cock moving inside me under West’s palm. West feels it, too. He looks down at his hand on my abdomen, and then at Teo, and something passes between them that I’m not part of.
“Right there,” I say. “Stay right there.”
Teo stays. He keeps the angle, keeps the depth, keeps the pace. His jaw is tight, and his shoulders are shaking with the effort of not going faster. Sweat runs down his chest.
I reach up and trace the line of it with my finger, down his sternum, over his abdomen, feeling the muscles clench under his skin with every thrust.
West leans down and puts his mouth on my neck.
His teeth graze below my ear, and I turn my head to give him room.
Now I’m being kissed on my neck by one man while another is inside me.
I can feel my third orgasm building already, deeper than the others, further away but coming.
My hand goes between my legs again, and I find my clit.
Teo watches me touch myself while he fucks me.
“You’re close,” Teo says. Not a question. He can feel it. He can feel me tightening around him. He adjusts, tilts his hips, finds the spot with the curve of his cock, and stays on it. His precision is devastating.
West’s mouth is on my nipple now, sucking, his hand gripping my other breast.
I come. It starts low in my belly and spreads outward. My whole body locks up. My legs clamp around Teo’s waist, and my back arches off the bed. I can hear myself making sounds that don’t have words in them.
Teo fucks me through it, his pace steady, relentless, and the orgasm just keeps going, rolling through me in pulses that make my vision blur.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” That’s me. My hand is gripping Teo’s arm hard enough to leave nail marks.
West has his mouth against my temple, saying something I can’t make out. Teo is still going, still hitting that spot, and I’m not sure I’ve stopped coming or if I’m coming again.
Teo’s rhythm breaks. His strokes get ragged, faster, and he drops his forehead against mine. His breath is hot on my face.
I pull him in with my legs and press my mouth against his ear. “Come inside me.”
He does. His whole body goes rigid, and he buries himself deep. I feel his cock twitch inside me once, twice, three times. His arms are shaking. A sound comes out of him that’s barely a sound, more like a breath that got caught on something.
He stays inside me for a long moment. Then he pulls out slowly and rolls onto his back on the other side of me. I’m between them. The ceiling fan turns above us. Three bodies breathing hard in a bed that was only mine until today.
Nobody talks for a while. West’s hand is on my waist.
Teo’s thigh is against mine. The sweat cools on my skin, and I can feel everything, every place they touched, every place they were inside me.
I’m sore and wet, and my legs are still trembling.
I’m staring at the ceiling with a man on each side of me, and the sun is coming through the window.
West’s hand moves on my waist. He traces a lazy circle around my navel. “So,” he says, “same time next Thursday?”
Teo makes a sound beside me. It takes me a second to realize he’s laughing.
“You’re going to charge me for this,” I say.
“Pool service is pool service.” West turns his head and grins at me. “This was special attention.”
I laugh. It starts in my chest and shakes through my whole body.
Teo is laughing now, too, his face pressed against my shoulder, and West is grinning at the ceiling.
The three of us lying in my bed, laughing at a joke about pool maintenance.
The skimmer is still leaning against the fence outside.
The sun is on the water. The house is mine, and the pool is clean, and Thursday is my favorite day of the week.
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