“Come here,” he says. His breath ghosts across the tip of my dick, and sweet Jesus Christ, I’m going to lose it if she?—
Natalie leans in, tracing her tongue over the tip, around the slit. We’ve done this before, me and her, but then Nic brings his face close and touches his mouth to hers in the middle of the act, their tongues tangling across the head of my cock. Sweet Jesus. It’s too much and not enough. Watching their heads together, all that glossy dark hair moving in tandem, is almost enough to make me go off. I force back the urge, wanting more.
Nic breaks their kiss, sliding his mouth over me, and it’s fucking masterful. He’s as good at this as he is at every fucking thing I’ve ever seen him do, and I want to hold it back, but the heat and the slide are perfect.
He pulls off, urging Natalie to take her turn. She’s less experienced, but she knows what I like and it moves me closer to the breaking point with every breath.
Then, Nic’s hand begins to move.
I’m standing over them, each of my thighs braced between theirs. Nic pulls Natalie’s left leg over his right and hitches their knees higher so that every time my hips twitch, my balls graze the top of her leg. I can feel his erection bumping against my leg as he shifts.
It’s too much. I pull back and put a hand on each of their chests, pushing them back to lie flat on the bed. I get as close as the edge of the bed will let me, pressing my thighs against theirs, fisting my cock, and letting it fly. Nic grips his ridiculous, fat fucking cock and squeezes himself through the fabric. Natalie pulls up onto her elbows to watch, and that’s it, that’s all she fucking wrote. I’m coming, shooting over both of them, wringing myself dry with the image of her mouth open as she watches, and the wet spot that formed over the head of Nic’s covered prick.
When my eyes can function again, I’m somehow still on my feet, and Nic and Natalie are making out like the world is on fire.
“Condom,” says Nic. I shake my head to clear it and unearth my wallet from the pile of clothes. When I step back to the bed, Nic’s got Natalie on her back, one hand bracing his weight over her, his other hand between her legs.
“You’ll have to stop kissing her if you plan on ever using this.” I was aiming for sarcasm, but it comes out sounding needy and desperate and rough. He doesn’t seem to hear me.
Fuck it.
I tear the wrapper with my teeth. Moving carefully so I don’t accidentally pinch somebody, I sidle up behind Nic, kneeling just to his right. At some point in the last few minutes, he’s gotten naked. Natalie’s spread out, wide open beneath him, skirt shoved around her waist, her panties hitched to one side where he’s stroking her. One of these days, we’re going to get her naked properly.
We’re. What the fuck.
I brace a hand on his left hip, unable to stop myself from tracing the skin there. Softer than I expected, firm with lean muscle when I squeeze.
He stops moving, stops breathing. Stops everything. Natalie’s eyes flutter open, meeting mine over his shoulder. Her lips part, and she smiles. God, I’ll never get tired of looking at her.
Fuck your feelings, man. Get on with it.
Condom in hand, I squeeze Nic’s hip again, trying to urge him to back his hips up just a little. His ass brushes my dick, which by all rights, ought to be out of commission. Instead, it goes half-hard at the contact, and for an instant, all I can see is what it would be like to take him like this while he’s taking her.
I lose my breath and my nerve.
Nic’s right hand comes up off the bed, finding mine. He tries to take the condom from me.
“No.”
He turns his head ever so slightly to look me in the eye over his shoulder, our faces close enough to touch. “No?”
I lean in just a little farther, bringing my chest to his back. His eyes slam shut as I manage to get him covered one-handed. He’s so thick he fills my hand. Nic pants and turns his head toward me, his lips open against my mouth. Natalie moans, a thin, breathy sound as she squirms beneath us. I stroke him over the rubber just once. His hips rock back, rubbing against my swelling dick, and in the next breath, he slides into Natalie’s welcoming body.
Her eyes go blind, her head tipping back as he presses in, so slowly I want to push him—again—to force him to go faster, but Natalie is shaking the bed apart, coming already before Nic even bottoms out.
“You fucking beauty,” says Nic. His body is tense with the effort of holding still, holding back. The second she relaxes and opens her eyes, he’s moving again.
“Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited to see you like this?” he says, grinding out the words as he drives into her body. “How much I’ve wanted, how much I’ve thought about?—”
She cries out his name as she comes again.
Nic swears, his hips moving faster, losing his rhythm. The slick flesh wrapped around his shaft clings, glinting just a little in the dim light of the room, and I can no more keep my hand off myself than fly to the moon.
“Every fucking day, Natalie,” he’s saying. “Every single fucking day. Not an hour goes by that I’m not wanting you like this.”
Nic collapses forward onto his elbows, his hands on her face, driving into her hard, the bed rocking beneath us all. I’m coming along with him, and with one last heaving thrust, he cries out.
It takes several long minutes before the air begins to cool. We’re covered in sweat and semen and the growing, uncomfortable realization that something big has changed.