Page 26 of Triple Tidings
“Jesus. Yes,” I manage, as Lacey thrashes under me. “Don’t fucking stop.”
August doesn’t stop. Instead, he presses harder, opening me up in gentle, teasing strokes that make my balls tighten up, preparing to unleash a fresh load of cum into Lacey’s well-used cunt. I can hardly remember my own name or keep myself from collapsing on top of her, never mind get my shit together enough to finish her off.
The possibility ofnotmaking it happen is enough to cut through my pleasure-drunk fog, however, and I shove a hand between our bodies to work her clit. “Come on,” I snarl, every muscle in my body pulled taut with the herculean force it takes to stop myself from losing it. “Need you to finish me off.”
A broken cry falls from Lacey’s lips as she bucks and grinds into my touch, her breaths coming in fevered pants. “Please,oh my god, I’m so close, Wells.”
Unhelpfully, August chooses this moment to go in for the kill. Dipping two fingers past that tight ring of muscle, he curves them, expertly pressing against the place that makes lights burst in front of my vision.
I come harder than I have in years. It’s so intense, I can barely hold my weight off Lacey as my dick goes off inside her, filling her with thick ropes of my cum.
I don’t know my name, or what day it is, or where the fuck we are. All I know are the two people with their hands on me, bringing me to the brink of what could only be goddamn nirvana.
“Wells!” The sound of my name being chanted by the woman beneath me brings a dim rush of relief, even as I can’t seem to bring myself to lift my forehead from her shoulder. I can’t see her come, but I can sure as fuck feel every hot, tight muscle gripping my dick, which prolongs my already intense orgasm.
“Holy fuck,” I hear myself groan when I’ve finally come down, using the last of my energy to fall to the side, collapsing onto the mattress beside Lacey.
August, who is fucking grinning, takes her other side, propping himself up on an elbow to look at us both. He chuckles, brushing Lacey’s damp curls from her forehead. “You okay, Lace?”
She lets out a disbelieving little laugh. “I think so? Yes?”
Yeah, I know the feeling. I’m still dazed in the aftermath of the best orgasm of my life. Stringing more than a few words together seems to be beyond me at the moment.
What just transpired seems more likely to be the result of some repressed, erotic dream than an actual event I participated in. Even with the sweat cooling on my skin and the ache in my muscles from how hard I went on her, it seems hard to believe.
August’s eyes meet mine, and some of his smugness seems to fade. He doesn’t say a word, just stares at me, his expression caught between regret and something else entirely.
It’s been a long time since I had feelings for August Vogel. Now, he’s different, and I’m different, and there’s Lacey here with us, too… I’m ashamed to admit it, even to myself, but as he looks at me, I wonder if it could be different this time.
It won’t be. He’s leaving in a few days, and I need to remember that shit.
“Nicely played, doc,” I tell him lightly, endeavoring to step free from whatever moment just passed between us.
August seems to shake himself, too, offering me a slight smile as he reaches out to cup the side of Lacey’s face, turning her tokiss him. I take a turn once they’ve broken apart, swiping my tongue between the seam of her lips greedily, tasting the three of us as I do.
Jesus.
“Let’s watch a Christmas movie,” she suggests when we break apart, her swollen lips splitting in a sweet, playful smile.
If I had any expectations of this encounter at all, I would have expected us to go our separate ways when the fucking portion of the evening was completed. It seems strange to follow up a round of earth-shattering group sex with a holiday movie, but August doesn’t seem to have a problem with Lacey’s suggestion.
He grins easily, getting to his feet to dress in a pair of discarded boxers, and crosses to get the remote and some extra pillows. I slide off the bed, too, feeling distinctly awkward as I put my clothes back on.
We’re in August’s room. I could leave and go back to my own. Still, I linger beside the bed, watching silently as the two of them bustle around, debating which movie to watch and gathering snacks from the little bar in the corner.
“Which one do you like better, Wells?” asks August distractedly, his features illuminated by the blueish light from the TV as he frowns at the screen.
I swallow with difficulty. “I don’t care.”
Lacey, who is dressed in my stolen flannel, offers me a reproving look as she pads back across the room with an armful of fluffy blankets. “Come on,” she needles, “you must have a preference.”
Right now, the only thing on my mind is whether it would make me a grade A asshole if I walked out of here. Even if I can’t quite put my finger on why I want to leave.
“Fine.” I pick one at random, watching as August presses ‘play’ and crosses back to the bed. He and Lace don’t seem to have the slightest hesitation in making themselves comfortablewith all the movie night shit, and it’s not until the opening scene of the movie that they seem to realize I’ve made no move to take the empty side of the bed.
Lacey’s smile slips, just a little. “You don’t have to watch with us,” she assures me gently, “I probably shouldn’t have assumed you would.”
August doesn’t meet my eye.
