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“Get on the bed, Winnie,” Lucky said. “Stretch out on your back. Calvin, climb on top of him, straddle him.”
Clearly Lucky wasn’t done trying to make Calvin come.
Winston got to his feet and crawled up the bed. He flopped over onto his back and was treated with a lovely view of Lucky and Calvin locked together in an epic kiss. Lucky had a handful of Calvin’s hair and was kissing the daylights out of him. Calvin looked sexy as sin in his skirt and stockings. Lucky was shirtless, but he still had his pants on, and Winston watched the way Calvin rocked against him.
When the kiss broke, Lucky grinned at Calvin and released his hair. He smacked Calvin on the ass. “Get on top of Winnie. Winnie, get the lube, and get your cocks nice and slick.”
Winston rolled over and grabbed the lube from the nightstand. He no sooner rolled back over and Calvin was on him, grinning like the cat who ate the canary.
“I like this experiment of yours.” Calvin sat on Winston, straddling him so their cocks were lined up.
“It’s not the worst idea we’ve ever had.” Winston poured an ample amount of lube into his hand, then slicked Calvin’s dick. Calvin’s eyes fluttered shut, but it was Winston who let out a groan when he took both of them in hand, stroking their cocks together in a tight grip.
Fuck. It would be so easy to bring himself off. But he didn’t want to come. Not yet. He wanted to drag this night out forever. Because while they were doing this, nothing else mattered. While they were safe in this moment, Calvin’s burgeoning feelings weren’t an issue. Whatever was bothering Lucky was swept away by their passion, and everything was nearly perfect.
The bed dipped as Lucky joined them. He put a hand between Calvin’s shoulder blades and guided him down. “Kiss him, Calvin. Winnie loves a good frot, so make sure you grind against him as much as you need to.”
Lucky reached down and grabbed the lube off the bed and before he had time to wonder or ask what Lucky planned to do, Calvin was there, kissing the apple of his cheek. The corner of his mouth. He delved inside, invited in by Winston as he parted his lips and made way with a sigh. He managed to release their cocks from his grip and pull his hand out from between them, and then Calvin ground against him, sending sparks flying behind Winston’s eyes.
Winston wound his arms around Calvin’s shoulders and sank his fingers into his hair, raked the others across Calvin’s back.While he was doing this, kissing, being kissed, being obliterated by the sensation of Calvin’s thick, slick cock sliding against his, he wondered what Lucky was doing.
“Talk to me, Lucky,” Winston said when he paused the kiss to take a real breath of air. His head swam with the sudden influx of oxygen. He was so close to coming, his body shook with the need as Calvin kept grinding against him in slow, tantalizing circles.
Winston was no novice. He’d had a ton of sex. Copious amounts. But nothing had felt like this. Nothing he’d done before had felt like love the way this felt. The way Calvin found the perfect rhythm of his body to bring Winston to the edge and keep him there so they could trade more languid kisses.
“I have four fingers in his ass,” Lucky rasped. “He doesn’t have a prostate.”
“That’s an aftermarket feature,” Calvin said as though that was normal.
And for him it was. For them. This was Winston’s new normal. Him, Lucky, and Calvin, who Winston no longer thought of as a robot. Calvin, who Winston had managed to fall in love with. And Lucky, who Winston had loved since they met.
Winston couldn’t tell them any of this. Not right now. Not like this. He tugged Calvin down into another kiss so he wouldn’t spill all his secrets.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN_
CONFESSIONS
Lucky had seenthat expression on Winnie’s face before. It was the look of the besotted, of Winston falling in love. It was the way he gazed at Lucky sometimes when he thought Lucky wasn’t paying attention. Like Lucky might melt into a puddle of nothingness if Winston aimed his love directly at him.
He might have been right.
Even now, Lucky didn’t feel worthy of it. Of either of them. Winston was about to graduate, and Lucky was pretending that he wasn’t failing miserably. And Calvin was a fucking robot who could talk about any subject with knowledge and confidence. Who would always look amazing in a skirt. Who didn’t have to worry about things like his shitty father or disappointing the love of his life.
He stretched Calvin’s ass with four fingers, fucking into him with half his hand even though he knew that Calvin wasn’t going to come. He wasn’t wired quite like a person where an orgasm built and built until its eventual eruption.
Lucky’s arm was going to fall off long before Calvin ever came.
“How much of my arm do you think I could fit in his ass?”
“Actually,” Calvin started to say, but stopped.
“It’s rhetorical, Cal,” Winnie said, his voice strained.
Calvin looked over his shoulder at Lucky. “Why don’t you find out?”
He wiggled his ass, and Lucky smacked it with his free hand, a sharp blow to the cheek. It felt almost like a real ass. The skin rippled the way it should, but there was an unnatural firmness underneath that reminded Lucky that Calvin’s bones were made of metal. That his brain was made of wires and chips and not soft tissue. That he couldn’t be more different from him and Winston.
But in those chips and wires, a person had emerged. One who had things in common with Lucky and Winston. One who had his own desires and needs.
