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“That’s it, Lucky. You’re so close, aren’t you? You want to fill him full of your cum? Mark him as yours. As ours.”
For one bright moment, the world held still in its perfection. And then Lucky shattered. His steady rhythm faltered as he broke apart, leaving pieces of himself inside Winston. That’s how it felt to him, anyway. Like Lucky had really marked him inside the way Calvin told him to. Calvin, who was still talking in those soothing tones of his, telling Lucky what a good boy he was.
Lucky collapsed in a heap on top of Winston. He pulled his hips back and let his cock slide free and then allowed Winston enough room to roll onto his back. Lucky buried his face in the curve of Winston’s neck and let out a sigh.
Winston draped an arm out to the side and looked at Calvin. “Come here.”
Calvin lowered himself down and curled up against Winston’s side. He slung an arm around Lucky’s waist.
“Was it everything you dreamed of, Winnie?” Lucky asked.
“Honestly.” Winston took a breath and let it out slowly. “It was better.”
CHAPTER TWENTY_
BELONGING
Winston layin a sticky heap with Lucky on top of him and Calvin curled up against their sides. He trailed a hand down Calvin’s arm. His outfit had been a surprise. A good one. A happy one, but a surprise nonetheless. Lucky had probably told Calvin how to dress. After all, Winston had been the one avoiding everyone, not him.
“I’m sorry I was a shitty friend this week,” Winston said to them both. “I got wrapped up in my own head.”
Lucky kissed Winston’s cheek. “You’re forgiven.”
Then, from the other side of Winston, he felt Calvin stir.
“We’re friends?” Calvin sounded confused, and awestruck. “I’ve never had a friend before.”
Winston looked over at Calvin, who looked up at him with more human emotion in his expression than Winston was sure he should’ve been capable of.
“Of course we’re friends,” Winston said. “I have to admit, Calvin, I’ve thought of you as a friend since you were first brought here. I also have to admit that it’s weird for me to have a friend I technically own.”
“I like you owning me. It makes me feel like I belong. I like belonging to you.”
“That’s probably something the three of us need to discuss, but we should do it sitting up with clothes on.”
“You’re such a spoilsport, Winnie,” Lucky groused. “I vote we stay naked so we can go for round two as soon as my dick recovers.”
“What did you want to talk about?” Calvin asked.
Leave it to him to cut to the chase. Winston wasn’t surprised that he’d want all the facts.
“Well, we should talk about what the three of us just did.”
“What we just did? We had sex, Winnie. Intercourse. Fornication. We fucked?—”
Lucky clamped a hand down over Calvin’s mouth. “We know, buddy. What Winston means is that people sometimes have complicated emotional and physical needs.”
“Do you have complicated emotional needs, Winnie?” Calvin gently pushed Lucky’s hand away from his mouth.
“I think everyone does,” Winston said thoughtfully, reaching out to Calvin to push his hair off his forehead.
It took a minute or more for Calvin to respond. “And what are your needs?”
This. Winston needed this. He needed Lucky, and he needed Calvin. As silly as it might sound to anyone else. The idea of using Calvin to fulfill Lucky in a physical way, to add him to the relationship as basically a walking sex toy, had quickly morphed in Winston’s mind.
Calvin was a whole ass person, or at least Winston wanted to treat him as such. He wouldn’t order him into a relationship with him and Lucky.
“Did you like what we did?” Winston asked.
