Page 69 of Kitty Season
With one hand and my teeth, I tear the condom from the wrapper, toss it, then slip it onto the monster. “This okay?” I ask again, noticing the tremble in his hands. “Me touching you like this?”
“Uh-huh. Yep. Sweet, ohhh shit.” My smooth, sweeping motions have Brady’s entire body as rigid as his dick. I get it. Quinn’s sitting up, her hair brushing against my thighs as she does the same to me. It’s a major sensory overload. “I’m going to get you to stand, and Kitty’s going to guide you in Skip. Once you’re all set, we can add Kitty in.”
Once we’re packed and loaded, moving into our positions is a bit like three people Twister, but much more fun. Quinn can’t seem to stop laughing, Brady’s actually smiling at me, and fuck it, if I’m not smiling right back. Being in bed with Quinn has always been a blast. Having someone with us, and that someone being Skip, is nuclear. My heart fills …Troye,don’t even go there.
I clear my suddenly closed up throat, get back in the zone and on all fours. Over my shoulder I see Brady and Quinn mauling each other’s faces, so I wiggle my ass to garner some attention. “Umm, hello. Ass waiting to be fucked over here.” Quinn laughs again, but Brady’s not. He’s too busy staring at my asshole. I can’t say I blame him. It’s pretty spectacular. He blinks a few times, then reaches out, running his hand over my left cheek, then the right.
“I can’t believe this is happening.” I’m not sure who he says it to and can’t say I care because in one swift move, Brady‘The Virgin’ Basse steps in and lines himself up. It feels like an almost accident when he breaches that tight ring of muscle first go, sliding inside me in one smooth glide, stilling only when his pelvis ruts against my cheeks. “Holy shit. Oh fuck. Oh my God.” I know what he means. Quinn does too, if her low, earthy moan is anything to go by. “It’s so fucking warm.”
“And you’re so fucking thick.” My head drops to the mattress, sweat already beading on my brow. “Move whenever you’re ready, Skip. Not like I’m dying under here.”
“I will, I just … Just need a second.” His voice is trembling, as are his fingers that deliciously dig into a claw at my hips like they are his only connection to gravity.
“You’re doing so good Brady,” Quinn’s voice melts over me like chocolate. “Are you okay if I join Troye in bed now?”
“Yep. Yep that would be great. I would really appreciate that. Might give me a distraction from … this.” He doesn’t even have to say it. I know it’s because of the hockey butt bounce. Then he slaps my ass, grunts like a caveman, and proves me right. “Or make it worse. Not sure.”
I bite my lip, willing myself to stop from smiling at his adorableness, and wait, my dick painfully hard, busting to get inside Quinn. She effortlessly slips between my braced arms, kisses the shit out of me, and slides down. “Just roll your hips, Brady. Push and move and roll knowing I’ll feel every move you make through Troye.”
“Jesus,” he groans and we’re off like bulls out of a gate. Quinn, stroking my cock once, twice, her eyes locking onto mine before I thrust into her soaking wet pussy. Brady grunts and grinds hard and heavy behind me, his breath, skating up and down my back, sliding me further into Quinn. Me, sandwiched between them, so full of him. So deep in her, so absolutely fucking ruined.
We fall into a steady rhythm that feels so natural it’s scary, all of us muttering perfectly poetic, utter nonsense. Brady being the loudest. On each thrust he’s whimpering, whining all needy, and moaning. All of it so filthy I wish I could record it to play back again over and over. I can’t wait to have a turn on his ass, maybe a flip-fuck? He’ll be so pliable, So compliant. There’s so much I can show him. Teach—whoa. No. NOPE. Chill the fuck out. That is not what this is.
“Harder, Brady.” Quinn distracts me from my spiral, bucking beneath me, her tits bouncing, teeth sinking into the delicate skin of her bottom lip while her hands claw at my pecs. “You’re fucking us both. Give us everything.”
Brady’s jerk-off worthy whine sears into my memory and sees my legs, already tingling from his dick pegging my prostate, give way. My arms collapse and I slump onto Quinn. He doesn’t stop though. Lost in his building release, he sounds almost wild and he cannons into me, nails pierce my flesh. “Fuck. Oh God, I’m going to … oh fuck I’m—” I clap a hand over his, clench around his cock and feel the precise moment his orgasm erupts. He hangs onto me, spent, lifeless but still pulsing inside me. His scent. Hers. The smell of sex, the sound of Quinn begging for more.
It’s too much. I lose it, biting down on Quinn’s breast, I slide my hand up and hold her throat, squeezing tightly and rutting into her like a man possessed.
Brady pulls out and collapses onto the bed beside Quinn. The image of her pulling his mouth on hers, not in a kiss, but a desperate exchange of panted breaths as she comes, hurls me off the cliff, into space, into some parallel universe I know in a beat I will never make it back from.
Maybe three shaken gasps have rattled through my airways, when Troye’s arm lodges in my back and he’s rolling me from Quinn’s bed, mumbling something that sounds like,time to go Romeo.My clothes, piffed in my general direction, land haphazardly over the lunch still waiting to be consumed, because he can’t be bothered raising his dick-wad eyes to acknowledge my existence.
At least Quinn gets a mention before he rolls over and goes to sleep, the hockey butt I’d just been inside, red raw from the friction my thighs and hands created, proudly on display. “Hope you enjoyed your present, Kitty.”
Don’t get me wrong. I wasn’t expecting wine, chocolates and a proposal, but some kind of eye contact would have been nice.
Horrified by his behavior, Quinn slaps his arm and rises from the bed, a silky robe, nighty thing appearing from nowhere to cascade over her like she’s some Grecian goddess rising from the sea. Apologizing as she goes, helps me dress while hustling me out the door, her hands, I can’t help noticing, enjoying a protracted journey over my chest and up my neck before coming to rest over my jaw.
She’s so close. So beautiful, her cheeks flushed with an afterglow that lights up her eyes like stars in the night sky. “I’ll never forget this, Brady. I only wish …”
Dropping her head, she moves to pull away, but before she can withdraw her touch, I cup my hands over hers, our fingers slotting together so neatly I could cry. “It doesn’t have to be this way, Quinny. It’s not like you’re married to the guy.”
“No, I’m not. But I care about him.”
“Yeah, but does he act as though he cares about you?” He does care, I know he does. But I have to shoot my shot.
My words float between us, her bright and rosy glow fading to nothing but sorrow. Her eyes glisten with tears that I invoked. “He does care, and if you do, you won’t imply such things again. It makes me feel like you’re making me choose.”
And you should. You should choose me.
I want to say it more than I want to kiss her again, which is a lot. But I don’t, of course because I’m a wimp and a simp and whatever other ‘imps’ that exist and I never want to make her cry.
“I would never do that, Quinn. I just want you to be happy. I’m sorry.”
Because this may be the last time I get to experience everything that she is, I lean in and press a gentle kiss to her cheek, inhaling as deeply and subtly as I can. Memorizing her scent and taste, locking it away in a secret drawer in my mind. “See you at the game?”
Nodding, her lips part and I hold my breath, desperate to hear her say something stupid like nothing could stop her from coming to watch me, when Troye hollers her name, his voice hoarse from his three seconds of sleep. Of course, I think. The urge to roll my eyes so strong I have to blink it away. “See you at the game, but please don’t tell Troye I’m coming. It’s a surprise.”
