Page 127 of Pretty Nightmare

I grab his hand and place it on my cock the way I did this morning.

Jesus Christ. Was that just this morning?

He takes my hand and does the same. So we are jerking each other off.

Then Donovan is next to us. He takes my other hand and places it over his, which is tugging on his cock.

A circle jerk.

Indie slips under McKay’s arm and positions herself in the center, watching our hands on our cocks. Her face lifts up, looking at each of us in turn, and she smiles. “I don’t even know what to do,” she whispers.

But Donovan does. He grabs her hair. Not hard. And he doesn’t tug. But he guides her towards him. I shoot a look over at McKay and find a look on his face that is something between fascination and lust.

He catches my eye and nods. Then he’s reaching for me. Leaning in to me. Kissing me. Donovan lets go of his cock, so I let go too. And then he’s walking backwards, Indie following him on her knees, until he reaches the couch and sits down.

McKay and I watch as Indie takes Donovan’s cock in her hand and begins to slowly stroke him. I walk over to the couch and take a seat on the far side, my body angled so I can watch Indie as she takes his cock deep into her mouth. McKay sits between us, slumped down into the cushions, but his eyes are on me.

“Indie,” I say. Her eyes dart to mine. “Come here.” I beckon her with two fingers and she stands up and positions herself in front of me. But I shake my head and point to McKay’s lap.

Indie glances at Donovan, then McKay. And then she does as she’s told and straddles McKay’s lap and begins stroking his cock. I reach between her legs and find her pussy wet. She sucks in a long breath of air when my fingertips hit her clit.

Donovan is standing now. Then he kneels behind Indie and places the palm of his hand between her shoulders and pushes her down onto McKay’s chest. And then he traces two fingers down her spine, his eyes locked on me now, and slips them between her ass cheeks.

They push against mine, not fighting over who gets to finger her, but… sharing. He chuckles a little. Very at ease with what’s happening here. And I take a moment to wonder how many times he’s done this.

But then McKay’s hand reaches over for my cock and begins to jerk and tug on me. “Put me inside her,” he says, his voice low and throaty, his desire clear.

Indie lifts up her hips and Donovan’s fingers back off as I grip McKay’s cock tight and place it at her entrance.

She sinks down on him, moaning. And I know we’ve done this before. Once. But I barely remember it. The drugs were thick. Acting like a hazy curtain hiding reality. This time everything is 4K Ultra clear and I know I won’t be losing any time or forgetting any moments of this night.

Indie begins to rock and writhe in McKay’s lap, kissing his mouth with such tenderness, I get lost in it for a moment.

Donovan bends down again. He spreads Indie’s ass cheeks and licks her, pressing his finger against her asshole. And for a moment my heart beats too fast, because I know what he’s going to do.

“Donovan,” I say, objecting.

But he puts a single finger up to his lips and says, “Shh. She’s OK.” And then he’s pressing the tip of his cock against the tight pucker.

Indie gasps, her hand reaching for my shoulder and gripping it tight. So tight her fingernails dig into my skin and I’m just about ready to object again when her face relaxes and I realize Donovan is inside her.

She thrusts her hips back, asking Donovan to take her deeper, and suddenly McKay is moaning. Slinking down further into the couch so he’s almost horizontal. And then he wraps both his arms around her and holds her as close to his chest as he possibly can.

They move together like one. And I angle myself into the corner a little more, trying to take it all in. Trying to see everything at once.

Because. Fuck. That’s hot.

Indie is looking into McKay’s eyes. She’s kissing him, but it’s an afterthought. Like she just needs to do something with her mouth.

I stand up, then step up onto the couch and straddle the back, inching forward until my cock is right next to McKay’s cheek. Indie smiles up at me and takes my cock in her hand, guiding it towards her mouth like this is exactly what she needs.

Donovan begins to pound her hard from behind. So with each thrust her mouth slips a little further down my shaft.

And then I meet McKay’s eyes and all my reservations disappear. I need him. I have always needed him, but right now, I can’t imagine living without this man. He is my best friend. He is my conscience. He is the one who has always had my back. And now he is my lover.

I place my hand on McKay’s head, gripping his hair tight in my fist. And then, without any more prodding from me, two things happen at the same time. Indie lets my cock slip out from between her lips and McKay turns his head. And then his mouth is there. And the moment I slide inside him, and feel his tongue press against my shaft while his lips seal around my head—I feel like all the mysteries of the universe are revealed. All the answers are in front of me. And every single one of them begins and ends with Core McKay.

I inch forward on the back of the couch. Get as close to McKay as I possibly can. I hold his head in my hands. Hugging him. Desperately wanting him to understand how deep this love goes. Indie presses her forehead against his cheek, so close I can feel her ragged, panting breaths. Her hand comes up to cup my balls and then she gasps a little.