Page 4 of Apricity
Before Aly, I was far from a stranger regarding sex and intimate relations, but I will humbly say that Cole has single-handedly opened my eyes to things I never even imagined for myself. Sex for me was always one guy, one woman. Maybe a few toys if we were feeling frisky. But now I’m bedding up with not only Aly but in some sort of combination of Hawk and/or Cole as well.
I remember that first time we all joined up together and loved on Aly’s body at the same time. Cole and Hawk had obviously experimented with her beforehand so I was a bit of a greenhorn. I felt like a complete fish out of water, but a very happy fish, regardless; content to observe, learn and adapt as the new situations we found ourselves in evolved.
Since then, we’ve managed to continue exploring but the positions Cole keeps on coming up with are somethingstraight out of the Karma Sutra. I had that book back at the estate but never got around to reading it…fucker probably beat me to it.But I won’t complain too much. In fact, I have no complaints at all about what we’ve been doing apart from the lack of room in the bed. It’s a king-size but it doesn’t feel like it when there are three bulky guys taking over the majority of the mattress. I have no idea how Aly finds any room between us.
That’s probably why she’s always waking up on top of one of us…
“We are, beautiful, but going forward, I think it’s a good idea to set some limits. Not just for you but for all of us. That way we don’t need to worry if we’re doing something the other person doesn’t like,” Cole explains before gesturing to Hawk. “Perfect example. Remember when Hawk started licking your toes the other day and you accidentally kicked him in the face because you’re wicked ticklish and don’t like your feet to be played with? Well, we could have avoided all of that by having this little conversation.”
Aly nods in understanding along with Hawk and myself. I’m all for establishing boundaries. Ever since Cole licked Hawk’s dick when we first got here, he’s let it be known that he’s much kinkier than any of us expected. Last thing I need is for him to do something I might not be ready for.
“That sounds fair. So how do we do this? Just point blank say what we like and don’t like? Make a flow chart?” She tilts her head in my direction. “Hey, Jax, do you have any plain paper here?”
I look around quickly at Aly’s question, patting my pockets and my shirt for some reason as I get to my feet and search the side table near the door. I find a few pages as well as a pen before returning to the floor next to them, handing the items off to Cole.
“Thanks, bro,” he says as he takes and spreads them out on the floor, writing our names on the tops of each paper. When he finishes writing his name on the last one, he looks up. “Alright, who wants to go first?”
Chapter 3
Cole
This should be interesting…
I’ve been curiously waiting for this day to come upon us ever since we all officially started our relationships with Aly. While Hawk, Jax and I have been close friends for years and could probably list off anything a person could possibly want to know about each of us, the one area we’re most definitely blind in is this.
Kink territory.
From what I’ve seen these past few months, we each have our own specific tastes in the bedroom, which is exactly the reason why it’s important we do the talk togethernow, before we try anything more than what we already have.
I’m not sure how she was before the world ended but since we brought her to the house, and she became more thanjust a rescue mission, Aly has been extremely open. At least where I’ve been involved. Nervous? Sure. Lacking confidence? Of course. But she’s always been mentally and physically available for me to push her boundaries just passed her comfort zone.
I will admit, I’m dying to introduce Aly, and maybe even the guys if they’re up for it, to a few of the ideas floating around in my head. They are far from vanilla though, and I need to know where they each stand, as far as hard and soft limits go, before I even attempt to voice them.
Looking at Hawk, Jax and Aly, I can tell they’re equally skeptical and curious, possibly timid, about airing their dirty laundry, but it’s us. We’re a family. If we can’t voice our deepest, darkest fantasies amongst the four of us, where there is absolutely no judgement at all, then where can we? Deciding to get things rolling and show them what I’m looking for and how it's done, I begin with mine.
“Actually, tell you what, we can start off with my list of hard and soft limits. That way you guys can get the gist of what I mean. Sound good?”
They each look to one another before turning back to me, nodding in reserved excitement. She tries to hide it, but I can see Aly’s toes curling in anticipation. I smile at her enthusiasm before taking a deep breath, preparing for their reactions to my guidelines.
They’re about to see me in a whole new light and they don’t even know it. Ah well, best to rip the band-aid off.
“Alright, let me start by asking if anyone has ever encountered a BDSM or alternative lifestyle before?” Theyshake their heads in response so I continue. “Ok. No worries. That’s actually good because it gives us a baseline to look to. So, to begin—”
I spot Hawk in the corner of my eye scooting closer and closer before ultimately sitting crisscross apple sauce right in front of me, his big blue eyes looking mesmerized as his mouth falls open and his head falls back slightly. He looks like a fucking deranged toddler joining circle time.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I ask, stopping my kink lesson in its tracks to deal with whatever nonsense he’s pulling now.
“I feel like Van Halen should be playing in the background…”
“What?”
“You know… cause we’re gonna be allHot for Teacherwith you teaching us about kinky sex and shit.” His smile grows to cover half his fucking face before I take my pen and throw it at him.
“Fuck off, dick! Now go on and fetch my pen. Bring it back to me like the good fucking student I know you can be and pay attention!” He turns around and crawls on his hands and knees to retrieve the pen before crawling back, returning it to my outstretched hand before retaking his original spot on the floor.
“That’s more like it.”
“Yes, sir.”
