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The pressure built in my core, an orgasm approaching that felt like it might turn me inside out. I tried to hold back, to make this last, but Nick chose that moment to wrap his hand around my throat—not squeezing, just holding, his thumb pressing against my pulse point.
"You're gonna come for us," he said, his voice wrecked but commanding. "Right now, Connor. Fill your wife's pussy while I fill your ass."
The permission broke something loose inside me. My back bowed off the bed as the orgasm tore through me, more violent than anything I'd ever experienced. I felt my cock pulse inside Lila, felt my ass clench around Nick, heard myself screaming something that might have been their names or just incoherent noise.
Lila came a heartbeat later, her pussy contracting around my still-spurting cock, her cries joining mine in a harmony of pleasure. Nick followed immediately after, his rhythm faltering as he drove deep one final time, his cock pulsing inside me as he emptied himself with a guttural shout.
Time fractured, reality blurring at the edges as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through the three of us. I felt Nick collapse forward, felt Lila fall against his back, the weight of them both pressing me into the mattress as we gasped for breath, bodies still joined, trembling with aftershocks.
I couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't even open my eyes. My consciousness seemed to be floating somewhere near the ceiling, detached from my body which had just experienced more pleasure than it knew how to process. Black spots danced behind my eyelids, and for a moment I wondered if I might actually pass out.
"Connor?" Nick's voice sounded concerned, distant. "You with us, man?"
I managed a weak grunt, the most my scrambled brain could produce. I felt him pull out slowly, carefully, the sensation making me whimper. Lila lifted off me next, leaving my spent cock cooling against my thigh. They moved away, and I heard water running in the bathroom, murmured voices discussing me.
When they returned, they cleaned me with warm washcloths, gentle touches that still made me twitch with oversensitivity. Eventually, they settled on either side of me, Nick's solid warmth to my left, Lila's smaller form tucked against my right.
"Did we break him?" Lila asked, her tone half-joking, half-concerned as she stroked my chest.
"I think we might have," Nick replied, and I heard something in his voice—a note of tension, of worry that hadn't been there before. As if now that the heat of the moment had passed, reality was crashing back in, bringing doubts with it. Had I really told him I loved him while his cock was buried deep inside me? Sure, I'd said those words to him before, but in a bro way, not in a sexy way.
I forced my eyes open at last, turning my head to look at him. The uncertainty in his expression confirmed my suspicion—he was already thinking ahead, already preparing himself for this to be just a vacation fling, already steeling himself for the inevitable goodbye.
"This isn't ending when vacation does," Lila said suddenly, her voice firm and decisive. She propped herself up on one elbow to look at both of us. "I won't let it. Connor and I both love you, Nick. And I don't think either of us is ready to let you go."
A weight I hadn't realized I'd been carrying lifted from my chest. "God, no," I agreed, my voice hoarse from screaming. "This is... this is just the beginning." I reached for Nick's hand, gripping it tightly. "If you want it to be."
Nick stared at our joined hands, then up at my face, then over at Lila. The naked hope in his expression made my chest ache. "What about Seattle?" he asked quietly. "I go back in three days. I'll be three hours away, more when the traffic is bad, which, let’s face it, in Seattle is pretty much always. I'll miss you both so fucking much."
The vulnerability in his admission hit me harder than I expected. This wasn't just sex for him either. This mattered.
"We'll figure it out," I promised, squeezing his hand. "We love you enough to make it work. Weekends. Video calls. Hell, maybe we can find a way to live together."
Lila's eyes were serious, determined as she nodded. "He's right. We'll figure it out. Together."
Nick exhaled, a shaky breath that sounded like relief, and collapsed back onto the pillow beside me. "Fuck," he whispered,staring at the ceiling. "I never thought... I mean, I think I've had feelings for both of you for a long time, but I never let myself imagine..."
"Well, start imagining," Lila said, reaching across my chest to cup his face. "Because this is happening. The three of us."
He turned his head to look at me, a question in his eyes. I nodded, feeling something shift and settle into place inside me—something that felt right, felt true in a way few things ever had.
"The three of us," I echoed, and for the first time since this whole crazy vacation began, I felt absolutely certain about the path ahead.
Epilogue
Lila
The evening stretched before us like an empty promise, Connor's body warm against mine on our too-big couch, in our too-quiet apartment. Three wine glasses on the coffee table—we'd set out three out of habit, even though we knew it would be just us again. I traced the rim of mine with my fingertip, letting the longing settle in my chest where it had made its home these past weeks. One person missing, and somehow the whole world felt off-kilter.
"Why hasn't he called? This is the usual time," Connor asked, his voice almost too casual as his fingers played with the ends of my auburn hair. "Think he's still at work?"
I leaned back into his chest, the soft cotton of his t-shirt brushing against my bare shoulders. "Probably. Or maybe at the gym. You know how he is after deadlines."
The mention of Nick's workout routine hung dangerously between us. We both knew what came with that thought—images of sweat tracing the inked lines of his tattoos, muscles tightening under tan skin, that goddamn smirk when he caught us staring. My thighs pressed together of their own accord.
"Can't stop thinking about the last weekend he visited," Connor murmured against my temple, hand sliding from my hair to my hip. "Specifically that morning when you were in the shower, and I was on my knees for him."
Heat pooled between my legs. "Tell me."
