Page 44 of F*ck You

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Lee

We beat Chase back to my place. We managed to get inside and get everything situated by the time I heard the distinctive three knocks on the door. Larsen let him in, and he entered bearing a bag full of snacks which he proceeded to dump out on the countertop. A few additional movies came tumbling out along with it.

I picked up the movies and examined them. They were a mixture of pretty much every genre. There was horror, action and adventure, comedy, and even a chick flick. I looked at him over the top of the movie pile in my hands and he shrugged.

“Didn’t know what you’d want to watch, so I grabbed a little bit of everything. Larsen and I talked about it before, but we couldn’t decide. We watch everything, so it’s up to you.”

“That’s actually not a bad idea,” I commented. “But let’s start out with this one.” I held up a comedy, and then pointed at a horror one I’d grabbed from Larsen’s. “Then this one next.”

“Sounds like a plan to me, even if that is quite the genre jump.” Larsen held up his phone. “I’m about to call for pizza, what kinds should I get?”

“Pepperoni—”

“Sausage—”

“Ham and pineapple—”

“Everything.”

We rattled off pretty much every pizza topping combination there was and finally settled on one pepperoni, one ham and pineapple—which I might end up eating by myself—and one supreme.

“I thought Lee was ordering the pizza?” Chase asked, as Larsen hung up the phone.

“I don’t have a phone anymore,” I responded, and Chase raised an eyebrow. “I threw it against the wall,” I told him casually, waving a hand in the air as I picked through the snacks. I could feel his eyes boring into me, waiting for more of an explanation, so I sighed and continued, “Ex called. I got pissed. The wall got in the way. I need to find another one anyway and get my own account. Honestly, I’m surprised he hadn’t kicked me off of his phone plan yet. I’ll get to work on that soon.”

The pizza showed up right as we began to finally settle down and start the movie. We demolished a box and a half, laughing at the comical shit. I ended up lying across the couch with my head in Larsen’s lap and my legs draped over Chase’s.

Relaxation filled me like a balloon, and I felt truly at peace. Larsen’s fingers stroked my hair, and Chase massaged my calves, his hands traveling upward to massage my thigh before dipping beneath the hem of my shorts.

My breath hitched, eager for him to go farther. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his lips turn up in a smirk as he rubbed my upper thigh. Need crept into me, and I turned my head to tell him to do something about it, but then Larsen’s lips stopped the words before they could escape. His hand left my hair and glided down, dipping beneath my shirt and squeezing my hip. His hand was hot against my skin, warming me straight to the core.

The movie was drowned out as I focused on each kiss and the touches heating my skin.

I pulled his lip into my mouth and sucked. While I was enjoying this, the fire within me grew as they stoked the flames of passion. I arched my back, scooting my body down an inch to get Chase’s fingers where I really wanted them.

My hands traveled mindlessly until they found a button and zipper and undid them like a master locksmith.

Chase’s fingers slipped below my underwear, sliding among my folds before dipping in and making my back arch again in response. I moaned into Larsen’s mouth as I gripped the back of his head with both hands and pressed his mouth into mine even more. My skin bristled with a need I wouldn’t be able to contain for another night. I wanted them both right here, right now.

My head spun and my heart threatened to break from my chest, all thoughts melting from my mind like ice cream in August as I sank deeper into this lust haze.

I was finally realizing my worth, and accepted I wanted both of them. Not only that, but I could very well have them both, societal norms be damned.

Chase added a second finger and began to pump them inside me, my breaths growing ragged in the process. I widened my legs, needing to get more of him. If only these damned shorts weren’t in the way. Why was I even wearing them in the first place? “We should all run around naked.”

It took me a moment to realize the snickers were because I had said the last part out loud. “No regrets on my lack of filter. Mmm, and I’m serious.” Need shot through me like a comet.

“She has a point, man,” Larsen remarked when he pulled his mouth from mine, making me groan in response. Chase pulled his fingers from me, and I groaned once again at the empty feeling. I didn’t like both of them moving away at once. I didn’t like that at all.

“I mean, you didn’t both have to stop at the same time,” I whined, but took the opportunity to hop off their laps and shove my shorts and underwear down to my feet, nearly ripping the thin fabric in the process. I looked up into the heated eyes of Larsen, biting my lip and waiting for the next move. Was this too soon? He didn’t want to fuck me before because it was too soon, but had enough time passed? I didn’t think I could handle the rejection right now if he walked away.

Then I shoved the worries from my mind. We wouldn’t have gone this far just now if he didn’t want me like that. Judging by the fire in his eyes when he looked at me, he wouldn’t have the strength to deny us.

As if reading my thoughts, he grabbed the backs of my thighs, lifted me up, and pressed me flush against him. My legs wrapped around his waist and our mouths entwined once again in the puzzle that was all their own, each kiss, lick, and suck fitting together with ease.

My heart leapt when I felt his growing bulge that was all for me.

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