Page 72 of Whirlwind

Parker grinned. “My car’s still at the bar, so he knew the spot would be open. We hang out a lot, we’ve just never, uh, picked someone up together.”

It was nice to see that Parker was a bit nervous, too. It really did sound like this was the first time that either of them had put this thing between them into words. Or actions.

It felt beautiful and special, but also very fragile.

Dakota hoped that they didn’t fuck this up for the two of them. They clearly had a history that extended back years before tonight. Even if Dakota wasn’t in their future, they didn’t want to break that bond.

They walked into the elevator together and Dakota was mostly playing it calm until Ben leaned down to whisper into their ear. “Don’t think that we forgot about that punishment, brat.”

Then he straightened back up like he hadn’t said a thing.

Dakota needed a minute to get their breath back. Whatever was coming, they wanted it with all their being.

“Oh, I didn’t forget.” They gave an extra little shimmy as they exited the elevator first. If Ben and Parker wanted a brat, they were going to get one.

Dakota floated down the hallway, taking in numbered doors and abstract art without really seeing any of it. The moment that Parker closed the apartment door, Ben had Dakota backed against the wall. They let themselves get lost in a storm of strong arms and deep, demanding kisses.

Then, somehow, there was another muscular heat against their back, another set of lips sucking and biting a mark into their neck, another pair of hands tearing at their clothes.

Dakota raised their arms to touch anyone, anywhere. To cling to someone as their knees gave out. But just as quickly, Ben pulled their arms back to their sides. “Don’t move,” he murmured.

Dakota shook all over. They were putting themselves at the mercy of these two men that they barely knew, and nothing could be more perfect.

Their clothing came off too quickly and too slowly. Parker pulled off their jacket. Ben knelt to remove their strappy sandals and luxuriously kiss up their legs while removing their pantyhose. Parker reached around their torso to unbutton their shirt, his other hand teasing their nipple.

And all the while, they were held tightly, four hands and two mouths on them, groping, biting, and kissing. It was heaven.

They were ready to be on their knees, naked and exposed, but they were also a bit worried about how the two men would react to what was between their legs.

This wasn’t exactly a quickie in a back room where they could just bend over, mumble “fuck my ass,” and leave it at that. And at their old club, everyone had already known.

Someone slipped a finger seductively into the band of their red panties, the last scrap of clothing.

“Wait,” they murmured. Then louder. “Wait.”

Both men’s hands stilled, and the finger withdrew from their panties. The errant hand moved to hold them supportively at their hip.

“I, um...” They turned and stepped back a bit so that they could face the Doms. Both men let go without hesitation. That was good.

Parker and Ben were both still fully clothed while Dakota was nearly naked, and that was hot as fuck.

It was also intimidating. If there was a problem, they’d be at a disadvantage and wouldn’t be able to leave quickly or elegantly.

“I’m intersex,” they blurted out. “So, I’m not really…”

They hated saying that they weren’t really a man or a woman. It was true, but it didn’t go very far in explaining how they actually felt, which was more of a combination of the best of both genders and something else beside.

“My body might not look like you’re expecting,” they hedged. They hated this part.

Fortunately, Ben came to the rescue. “You mentioned that earlier. I assume you mean that your body isn’t entirely male or female on a traditional binary?”

The wording was a bit clumsy, but the term binary made it sound like Ben had been around his share of trans and genderqueer folks. Thank goodness. But what would Parker think?

Dakota pressed on. “Yeah, I kind of have… like, I have a vagina.” The word sounded so weird and clinical. But cunt would sound weird in this conversation, too.

“But, it’s um, not very deep because it’s not connected to any other reproductive organs. So, I can’t, um, well, it doesn’t work as well for penetration, um, very deeply. And I kind of have a penis, too.”

So weird, so weird. They were fine with their body when they looked in the mirror, but talking about it with strangers was excruciating. “It’s just not normally shaped. So, I mean, if that kind of grosses you out you can, um, just pay attention to my ass?”