Page 13 of Contentment
Even though I know I could be everything they need, I never want to come off as pushy or needy. I’ve lived alone for too long to fall for that now. Or more so, other people thinking that I need somebody. But I’m sure that’s just some kind of childhood trauma crawling its way out of me…
I won’t lie and say that it’s not lonely. I want to be able to share the little things in life with other people, with partners. My friends back home are more shallow than anything, and there to be there, and not in the way I ever need them.
?* I want a partnership where I can be best friends before anything else. The longer I think about it, the more apparent it is that Scottie and Briggs have that exact dynamic, and I’m not even sure they know they do. I’ve been yearning for that for so long.
Scottie pulls my attention back to her, scooting to the edge of the bed where I’m currently standing. She questions, looking up at me, “Why can’t all men be like you? Most can’t get around their egos. Or god complexes, if you will.” She has some kind of sparkle in her eye as she looks up at me. This must have been what she was thinking about while I was daydreaming about the two of them. It seems we’re all stuck in our heads tonight.
I will help both of them with all of that, if I can.
I get down to my knees to kneel between her spread legs, still holding eye contact with her. Now the roles have flipped, I’m looking up to her, as I whisper, “Male ego? Yeah, I don’t know him…I’ll worship the ground you walk on happily. Fuck what society has to say about a man on his knees worshiping and cherishing the ones he loves.” I run my hands up her thighs and hum my following sentence, “I want to impress you, not society.” In all reality, I act the way I do for no one else besides myself. If you’re not happy with yourself, guess what? No one else will be, either.
The only person who can love you the hardest is you.
Or that thought process could very well be the Leo in me…We’ll never know.
She groans. “Why is that the hottest thing I’ve ever heard come from a man’s mouth?”
“Hey! I say hot things too!” Briggs exclaims.
“Not that hot…”
“Lie back and I can show you how hot this mouth can really be,” I joke, placing my hand on her chest to force her to lie back, letting that same hand slide down her stomach while her bodymelts into the mattress. I gently pick up each of her legs and drape them over my shoulders. Taking my fingers, starting at the top of her slit, I trail down the length of her until I find her entrance. “Mmm, already wet for us, I see.”
“Lemme taste,” Briggs whines while he sits up to—I’m sure—get a better view of a spread out Scottie. Maybe even to help me out with pulling another orgasm from her. This one is in our palms, not hers. I need her shaking and passing out from pleasure by sunrise. I slide my fingers in Briggs’ mouth, and the feral groan he lets out has my cock up and paying attention.
I pry his mouth open by pressing my fingers to his tongue; he opens wide for me. “Hmm, no gag reflex. We’ll be testing that out very soon.”
His body is above mine while I’m down on my knees, but my fingers being in his mouth is such a power play, and I need more of it.
I take my fingers that were just in his mouth and find Scottie’s entrance to start circling and teasing it some more. ”Fuck, please Felyx.”
“Please, what, Darlin’?” I question her, needing to hear what she wants and needs from me.
From us.
?* Briggs starts kissing his way up Scottie’s stomach, and I watch him as my fingers are still circling her hole, barely dipping in to tease her, as he starts to drag his tongue around one of her mauve nipples.
“Please, Felyx, please fuck me with your fingers. Fuck me with anything, please!”
“You beg so pretty too, Darlin’. Two pretty, blonde begging bitches.” I lean in, letting my breath fan across her clit, and add, “You’ll have to beg for my cock.” We cut her off before anything even makes it out of her mouth. I lick up her pussy once, shovemy two fingers into her sopping cunt, then I’m sucking her clit between my lips.
Briggs picks up on my plan, and sucks one of her nipples into his mouth, rolling her other between his fingers. “Oh my God, yes!”
“God isn’t here with us, Darlin’. Try again.” I don’t give her time to answer before I’m curling my fingers and sucking like my life depends on it. Briggs is kissing his way up her neck and makes it to her mouth, sealing his lips to hers. My fingers are working her spot inside, and I start to move my head back and forth while still giving her the suction she seems to like so much.
“Give me one, now, Darlin’. Come on my face. And I’ll have our little boy toy clean me up after.” Fuck that puts the picture in my head of breeding this tight little cunt, and making Briggs clean up my mess after.
And she listens. Listens so, so well for me.
?* Briggs is swallowing up her screams of pleasure, and I have to send down a prayer that these walls are thick. The neighbors of the hotel rooms nearby are going to hate being near us.
Queue the Trey Songz.
Once she comes down from her orgasm, Briggs is still trailing kisses down her body, and practically fucking into the mattress.
Then one of my best ideas hit me. Nothing’s going to top this shit. I have no clue if the position is going to work, but if it does, I might need a crown after this one. “I want everyone getting some kind of pleasure, now that you’ve had your one to start us off, Scottie,” I announce while climbing up on the bed and laying my head down towards Scottie’s legs. “Scottie, kind of roll on your side like this.” I roll to my side, and she follows suit rolling towards the middle of what’s about to be our suck off triangle.
Scottie huffs, “I wanted your cock.” She’s rolling her eyes, and I swear if I don’t turn her ass red by the end of the night from the eyerolling, it’ll be a damn miracle.
