Page 46 of Betraying Bexley

“Uh.”

“Come on Bex, join us.” Alé patted the bed beside him. “We’ll get you warmed up in no time.”

She shifted on the bed, climbing between them while Bronx flicked off the lamp before turning toward them. Bex’s heart hammered. Her hands trembled and, for a second, she thought her anxiety was going to get the better of her. If she was supposed to go to sleep, she doubted it would happen. Swallowing hard, she tried to unclench and relax, but it wasn't working.

“Hey, trust us,” Alé whispered. “We won’t do anything you don’t want, okay?”

She nodded. “O-Okay.”

Bronx turned her face and planted her lips to Bex’s. The softness of them compared to the firm demand of Alé’s mouth aroused Bex. Since the time with Jannica, she’d been too afraid to try again for fear of what happened, however, she missed it too. She missed the softness of a woman’s body. The way their nipples touched, and their breasts were pressed together. She missed the curves of a girl. The way her hand dipped at Jannica’s hip.

She pushed the thought out of her head and focused on Bronx, relearning the fumbling excitement of touching another female. She slipped her hand under Bronx’s shirt and skimmed her fingertips across the supple flesh of her small yet full breast. She brushed Bronx’s nipple and a thrill of satisfaction slid down her spine. When the heat of Alé’s hand joined them, she whimpered, grinding against his crotch. It was as if her body had a mind of its own, demanding the satisfaction she knew both people could give her.

“Damn, mami, this is fucking hot.” He nipped her neck while squeezing her breast. “You like this?”

“Y-Yes.” Bex moaned, resting her head on his shoulder while he tweaked her left nipple and Bronx licked the right.

“We’re all overdressed here.” He pulled her shirt off first then Bex removed Bronx’s. “Much better. “Who knew you had a kickin’ body under your uniform. Fuck.” Alé slipped his hand into Bex’s shorts. “Someone is enjoying this.”

Bex whimpered.

His middle finger settled over her clit and began circling it. Her breath hitched. Pleasure zinged through her. Nothing had ever felt so good. The last time she fumbled through it all, taking the lead because she thought she had too. This time, she enjoyed it, took in the moment, and allowed herself to experience the excitement and satisfaction of being with both of them.

When he slid his hand lower, she stilled. No one had touched her since that night with Jannica. Alé stopped. She wished he wouldn’t have, she was nervous. A bit scared, but she still wanted them. “I-It’s o-okay.”

“Tonight, let’s make you feel good. We have plenty of time for the other.” He kissed her temple then went back to rubbing her clit.

Bex followed his lead. She slid her hand past the band of Bronx's sleep pants and jerked when she found the girl not wearing any panties. Bronx grinned at her before continuing to assault Bex's breasts. The girl was insatiable. She licked and nipped at Bex's hard points while Bex fingered Bronx, following the same pattern Alé traced her sex with. With each dip and circle, everything inside Bex grew tauter. It was as if she'd been expecting something. She tingled from head to toe and at the same time, wanted to make Bronx feel the same way. She glanced down at the girl and gasped when she saw how blissed out Bronx was. She trembled under Bex's touch. Her hips rocked against Bex's palm. The soft sounds she made turned Bex on even more.

“Damn, you guys are hot.” Alé moaned against Bex’s neck. “Care to help me out over here?”

She reached back awkwardly and rubbed the thick length pressing against the front of Alé’s sweats. She gulped. He was big and thick, and she wondered if he’d even fit when the time came. He hissed, drawing her attention back to him. Like Bronx, he appeared so aroused, it increased her pleasure too. Laying there between Bronx and Alé, Bex had felt more powerful than she had in her whole life. They were in sync with each other. Together they pitched themselves higher, touching and caressing one another until she couldn’t stand it anymore. She swore she’d die if the tension within her didn’t snap.

“Fuck, Bexley, you’re soaking my fingers. Come for me—for us.” He pressed down on her clit at the same time she did it to Bronx.

She jerked, rocking her hips as everything inside of her broke and she rode a euphoric high. Her body pinged with pleasure, not just from getting off on Alé’s fingers, but because Bronx and he were finding their orgasm with her help. The sticky wetness of his come coated her fingers, while the slick cream of Bronx’s covered the other hand. It was amazing and powerful. She felt giddy and energized. She floated in their arms. Safe and secure between the two people she trusted with her body when she didn’t trust anyone at all.

“W-Wow.” She lay there trying to gather her breath and her wits.

“Better than wow,” Alé murmured. “Amazing works.”

“Fucking awesome,” Bronx said, “is better.”

Bex grinned. “Y-yeah.”

“I’ll be right back.” Alé kissed her shoulder then climbed out of bed. He returned a few moments later, carrying a washcloth in his hand. “To clean up with.”

Bex took it and wiped her hand off. Then handed it back to him. “T-Thanks.”

“You got it.” When he came back a few minutes later, he curled around Bex and pulled Bronx as close as he could muster. “Best fucking night I’ve had in a long ass time.”

It was the best night Bex ever had. She closed her eyes and sighed, throwing her arm over Bronx’s middle. In those moments before sleep claimed her, she’d been so relaxed, her body was limp but still vibrated with energy. She smiled to herself as she drifted off, content for the first time in her life.

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