Page 45 of Rock On

A moment later she screamed, writhing against his fingers and digging her nails into my forearm.

“Carter!”

“That’s right…” He chuckled. “My two favorite people getting off for me.” He grinned wickedly. “And now we’re going to get off together…you still hard, bro?”

I groaned. “Yeah. Give me a sec.”

He laughed and licked a light trail along the underside of my dick. “But we’ll get you back to full strength in no time.” He went right back to sucking my dick like he hadn’t just gotten me off, and damn if I didn’t get hard almost instantly. He wasn’t ignoring Harley either, lightly toying with her clit with his free hand.

Part of me wanted to tell him to stop, because Harley and I had never agreed to this, but she wasn’t complaining and it felt so, so good.

All three of us enjoyed pushing our limits so there was no reason we couldn’t explore something like this together. I’d never done anything quite this hot and watching Harley get off on Carter’s hand had been almost as sexy as him deep throating me had been for me.

I was straight, had never done anything like this with a guy before, but there was something about Carter that made me forget about societal norms and sexual orientation. This was about so much more. The way it felt, the aura of being with two people I loved so much. My love for Carter wasn’t romantic, but it was equally emotional. I didn’t want to be with him, but I really wanted him to keep touching us.

“There we go.” Before I knew what was happening, Carter had lifted Harley and set her down on my cock again. Then he got up on his knees and moved between our legs. “I’m going to fuck you now, baby…” He pushed his cock in right next to mine, slow and steady. “That’s it, beautiful… you can take it…”

“Oh fuck, that’s a lot…” Harley took in a shaky breath.

“Shhh, just relax and let me fuck the both of you.” His eyes turned into golden orbs as he watched us both. He pressed forward and gently touched his lips to mine. The tip of his tongue sought out mine, but he kept the contact light, as if he understood this was new to me and that it wouldn’t be happening without Harley in the mix.

Somewhere deep inside of me, I knew he had a hard-on for me and for a millisecond I worried that this would give him the wrong idea, but then his dick was rubbing up against mine inside of Harley and she was writhing against us. I couldn’t form a string of thoughts if my life depended on it.

“How fucking hot is this?” Carter whispered against her mouth before capturing her lips in his.

Then we were off and running, as Carter and I stroked inside of her, and he alternated kissing both of us. It was sensual and dirty and so fucking carnal. I’d just gotten off, so I should have lasted a long time, but I was already back on the edge.

“The two of you are so beautiful,” Carter rasped, cupping one side of each of our faces with each of his hands. “This moment right here will be burned in my mind forever. I want you to know that.”

There was a moment of what was best described as perfection, where the only thing that mattered was how it felt, how in tune with each other we were. Our bodies locked together in a way I’d never experienced before, and while I’d never thought I could have romantic feelings for Carter, I was completely caught up in how it felt to be together like this.

“Yes yes yes!” Harley screamed as she came, and I felt my balls drawing up tight.

“Come for me, Tommy.” Carter was staring at me so intently it was like he could see into my soul.

“Fuck, Carter…”

I woke with a start, sitting straight up in bed and looking around as if expecting Carter and Harley to be there. My heart was pounding, and my dick was so hard it hurt.

It took me a few seconds to realize I was alone.

It had all been a god damn dream.

I threw myself back against the pillows in frustration.

It had been a long time since I’d allowed myself to think about that night, but after today’s revelation in therapy, apparently my subconscious was all about torturing me.

I wanted to jerk off and relieve the throbbing between my legs but couldn’t quite bring myself to do it.

Fucking Carter.

I’d almost forgotten how good it had felt that night.

How hot it had been.

How I’d kissed each of them one last time.

How we’d had to practically race out of the bus the moment we finished because we’d lost track of time and had to be on stage.

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