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For obvious reasons, I keep to myself the pact that Lance and I made, grateful he isn’t here. I don’t know how much he’s shared with his brother, but from conversations we’ve had in the hazy aftermath of sex, I’ve gathered they’re close. I hope he’d know better than confess murderous intent with his cop brother, though.
The only misgivings I have is that we’re keeping our pact from Gwen, but I don’t want her burdened with it. All I want is for the man who hurt her to get what’s coming to him.
But I still haven’t opened the file after he leaves. I sit with a drink instead, staring at it while I wait for Gwen and Lance to get back.
Lance spent most nights with us the first week after the night of confessions, but since then has forced himself to study on campus most weeknights and on days he has to train. I admire his dedication to both his studies and his swimming career. He’d have made a fine SEAL, had he chosen that route instead. Some afternoons Gwen and I meet him at the pool, and she cheers us on while we race. He kicks my ass every time.
Halfway into my drink, I realize I can’t stop thinking about them both and my dick is hard. I raise a hand to touch the chain hanging around my throat, a gift from Gwen this past weekend. It’s a medium-weight gold with a larger circular link that hangs in front—her version of a collar for me to signify our relationship. Lance has a similar collar, but his is silver. Thankfully it’s adjustable, so I can loosen it enough to hang below the neckline of a shirt, but today it’s cinched like a choker.
We’ve scheduled a meeting between Lance and Chloe the evening of the next Whitewood Masquerade, which is this weekend. After all the fun we’ve had, I can’t wait to experience our dynamic in a new setting—with observers, assuming Chloe is on board.
When Gwen’s key slides into the lock of her front door, every cell in my body ignites. It’s crazy how much I get off on the very idea of what we now are to each other, of how well we fit, and of how much I crave them both when they’re away for any length of time. Solitude hasn’t been something I’ve had a lot of recently, though, so maybe there’s some truth to that old adage that absence makes the heart grow fonder.
I finish my drink and meet them at the door, pulling Gwen into a kiss, then sharing one with Lance the second the door closes behind them. The flash drive sits forgotten on the counter for the time being; I have other priorities.
ChapterTwenty-Two
Gwen
This new version of Percy is a delightful change, and one I’m still getting used to. I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve arrived home after being separated from him, only to have him fall to his knees in the foyer and strip my panties down my legs until he can get to my pussy.
“Wow, you weren’t joking, were you?” Lance says, laughing at the ravenous beast wearing Percy’s skin. He has my skirt shoved up to my hips and my panties around my knees while he tongues my clit.
I moan and let my head fall back against the door, looking at Lance through half-lidded eyes. It isn’t as if I’ve discouraged Percy from this kind of greeting—quite the opposite.
“It’s not so bad,” I say, then let out a squeak of surprise when Percy lightly nips my labia with his teeth.
He looks up at me with a wicked gleam, then to Lance.
“Don’t blame me for missing you both.” He reaches for Lance, rubbing along the front of his jeans until his cock swells, then yanking at the button. Percy keeps a hand at my pelvis, thumb toying with my clit while he tugs Lance closer by his waistband and unfastens his fly, then pulls out his stiff cock. He leans over to take the swollen mushroom tip into his mouth.
It’s Lance’s turn to groan, and when he braces a hand against the door next to my head, I reach up and grip his forearm. He shifts his gaze from Percy to me, then leans in and kisses me.
Percy’s tongue returns to my clit, the slick sounds of stroking betraying the slide of his hand on Lance’s cock. Lance and I continue our kiss while his free hand roams my chest, squeezing one breast and thumbing my nipple through the fabric. He lets out a frustrated noise and grabs the bunched-up hem of my dress, yanking it up. The stretchy fabric slips over my head easily, and he wastes no time tugging the front of my bra down so both cups push my breasts up and together.
“That’s more like it,” he says, grinning as he fondles me, then resumes our kiss. We’re both moaning into each other’s mouths while Percy services us, this doubled attention a new adventure. With Lance staying on campus half the time, it’s usually just me and Percy drowning in each other over missing our third. Lance has made it a habit to walk me home, but usually—very reluctantly—he turns around and heads back to campus without coming inside. This is the first time in a while he and I have returned home together.
Percy lifts one of my legs and drapes it over his shoulder to gain better access, pushing two fingers into my aching channel and finger-fucking, the rhythmic sound keeping tempo with the wet staccato of his fist on Lance’s cock. I don’t know how they both do it, but they’re masters at giving me the most intense, explosive orgasms I’ve ever had. I’ve had to stop being worried about drenching their clothes, because they don’t seem to care. If they did, they’d take their shirts off.
“I’m gonna fucking come,” Lance murmurs, mouth pressed against my throat. He groans and bucks at my side, his desperate sounds driving me closer too.
Percy’s mouth leaves my pussy briefly. “Do it. Come on me. I want to be covered in both of you. I want to fucking bathe in you.”
His hunger is palpable as he takes Lance in his mouth again, his hand still working at my pussy, fingers buried in me while he rubs my clit with his thumb.
Lance squeezes my breast and lets out a pained grunt, then throws his head back. “Fuck!”
I’m at the razor’s edge, mesmerized by the sight of Percy pulling his mouth off Lance’s shaft and milking streams of semen from him. Lance’s creamy spend hits Percy’s mouth, his cheek, his chin, and Percy uses the tip to spread it around his lips and over his tongue before turning back to me.
“Oh god,” I moan when he covers my pussy again with his filthy, cum-covered mouth. “You are such a dirty boy.”
He chuckles as he tongues me, pausing only to glance up and say, “You love it.”
“God I do. I love you both for how filthy you are with me.”
Lance is breathing hard, face flushed from his climax as he leans against the door, watching Percy tongue my pussy. He idly reaches down and swipes a finger through one of the splatters of semen on Percy’s cheek, then raises it to my lips.
“Dirty enough for you?” he asks, smearing his semen over my mouth. Then he leans in and kisses me deep and hard, dropping his wet fingertip to my nipple and coating it in what remains. I moan at the jolt of pleasure the salty flavor of his spend sends through me, magnifying the already overwhelming ecstasy of Percy’s tongue against my clit.
