Page 30 of Conceal

She grinds on me, and there’s just thin fabric between the head of my cock and her pussy, and fuck, I’m so turned on I start to shake. The urge to rip her leggings and plunge into her warmth is too much.

“What is fair game?” Lev’s voice comes from somewhere in the dark, and fuck. I’d forgotten he was even here.

“Me. This. Us,” she says, between kisses. My fingers dig into her flesh, but I don’t know if I want to drag her against me harder, or hold her still so I can concentrate and think clearly. I know we shouldn’t be doing this. I know I shouldn’t be touching her the way that I am. I know I shouldn’t be hard for my friend’s daughter. But all of the reasons why I shouldn’t seem flimsy at this moment, and she’s making more and more sense as she talks.

One of her hands snakes its way up my shirt, and she drags her fingers over the ridges of my stomach, careful to stay away from the bandage, and up my chest. I’m drugged by her touch.

“I’m not naïve enough to think this is my future, but for a few days or weeks?” She sounds sad now, and it weakens my lust enough to open my eyes and really take her in and what she’s saying. Of course, she’s right. She’s not going to go to her parents and say that she wants to be with the three of us. If anyone found out that I’d touched her even this much, I’d be dead. They had already tried to send Mik away once. If they knew he’d crossed that line, his head would roll. Same for Lev.

There’s no future here.

It makes me sad to think that she’s already given up on this, but she’s right - she’s not naïve or dumb. She’s already done the mental gymnastics of what a few days of finally giving in mean for us. And at the end of the day, it means jack shit. Whenever this threat is gone, and she returns back to her real life, everything has to go back to the way it was - wanting her without being able to have her. Can I survive that? Having her, if only for a few days, to go back to wanting her from afar? Watching her go out on more dates? Fall in love? Get married?

Fuck. It makes me sick to my stomach. But in the next breath, I know my answer. But she’s not done.

“If I’m going to lose my virginity, I’d rather lose it to you three than a stranger.”

“Fuck,” Lev curses quietly from behind her.

“You’re a virgin?” I ask in a hushed whisper.

She pinches her lower lip between her teeth and nods. That changes things. My earlier need to slam home inside of her disappears. If we’re going to be her firsts, we need to set the standard for men going forward. She needs to know how it feels to be properly worshiped.

She must intuitively know I need a breather, because she slides off my lap and saunters over to Lev. She may be a virgin, but she knows how to move her body. Lev doesn’t look up at her.

She grips his chin and yanks it upwards, so he’s forced to look at her. He closes his eyes, stubbornly, his hands wrapping around her wrists.

She shakes his chin, demanding his attention.

“I can’t be what you need, knyazhna. I’m not good enough for you.” His whispered confession cracks something beneath my breastbone. He truly believes that. And yeah, maybe he hasn’t shown her the best sides of him, but he’s a good man - loyal, smart, protective. I know I can trust her with him - body and soul - and that means more than the teasing and pulling her hair like a teenager.

Her shoulders droop an inch.

“I’m not asking for a ring, Lev. I’m asking you to teach me how to give a blow job.”

A choked laugh escapes his throat, and he finally lets his hands wrap around the back of her thighs, the same way I held her yesterday. Her words are brash, but the way her fingers thread through his short hair is tender. She knows he needs levity to hide behind. I don’t know how she knows him so instinctively, but she does.

He’s quiet for a long moment, likely weighing his options, but I already know what he’s going to choose. He thinks he’s got a short lifetime anyway, dying at the hands of Nikolai because he touched his best friend’s little sister? Worth it. Mind made up, he finally leans back in his chair and spreads his legs, inviting her into him.

“Wait a second. We need to think about this...” I start.

Tati tosses her hands in the air in frustration. “Talk about what? We just did! Until this is over, everything is fair game - I’m fair game.”

A smile tugs at my lips.

“I want to talk about how we can make this good for you,” I start, and the fight bleeds from her shoulders.

“Oh.”

“How much experience, exactly, do you have?”

She turns toward me slightly so she can watch my face, but Lev hasn’t given up his grip on her thighs.

“I’ve watched plenty,” she says with a shrug. “And I’m sure my hymen is long gone...” It takes my lust-drunk brain a second to catch up to what she’s implying, and the second it does it gifts me with a mental image of Tati, naked, legs spread, thrusting a vibrator in and out of herself.

I curse this time, and I’m pretty sure Lev growls. Mik, the saint of our little trio, simply adjusts himself on the couch.

“I just want to make sure we don’t do too much, too fast. You’re in charge here, because it’s your comfort and consent that matter the most...” Except, maybe that’s not entirely true.