Page 58 of Triple Play

She pulls back momentarily. “If I say I’m good, I’m good.”

“But you’d be better if you had both our spunk on your tongue.”

She raises a challenging eyebrow. “You gonna get my man all wet for me?”

My man. What I am. A thought that almost makes me come. My balls draw close to my body. Urgency coils in the base of my spine.

Shira takes us both into her mouth again and we’re pressed together tight, the squeeze of it and the dip of Felix’s fingers into my shoulder and his short growled “good” that’s to her or me or maybe us both.

“I’m gonna—” I manage, before I come, emptying myself in a few long thrusts, groaning as I go weightless, as she holds me up and sucks me through it. Lines of it drip from Shira’s mouth and down Felix’s shaft. I can’t stop looking at his cock or the way his eyes go hooded and pleased, the bright flash of Shira’s smile like she’s having a good time.

Could I have been doing this for years? Not with them, of course, but with some other nameless faceless strangers who pop into my imagination. No, even if I could, I wouldn’t have wanted to experience this with anyone else. A possibility sparks at the edge of my vision, a what if that doesn’t fade even as my orgasm recedes. What if this time doesn’t have to be our last?

I pull back in time to watch Felix’s hips stutter as he comes, to watch Shira’s face flush as her fingers work between her legs, as she bites her lip like she’s holding back a word. My name? His? Then she gasps as pleasure rolls through her, full bodied, wild and free.

After, we stand for a second, chests heaving. “Get her a towel,” Felix says. An order. Yes, sir, hangs on my lips. But no, that was for earlier.

Still, I move only as far as pulling Shira up and clasping her to me. Her mouth is wet, face and chin shining. “Can I kiss you?” I breathe.

Her eyes widen. “Are you sure? I have—” She gestures to the wetness streaking her face.

If this is the only time we get, I don’t want to hold anything back. So I press my lips to hers, deep, licking our combined release off her tongue—salt, spit, a bitterness that matches my own: that this is ending.

When I draw back from her, my mind is clearing. We’ve been lucky no one’s come out here, that security hasn’t come to investigate their newly useless camera. I get Shira a few towels and wait as she wipes her face with one that I immediately transport to the bin marked laundry.

She wraps another towel around her waist, and slings a third over her shoulders, then gathers her things and heads toward the door. Something there makes her pause. “What’s this sign?” she calls.

Felix heads over to her. “You can pull that down.”

Shira does, easing the tape off the glass door. I grab my shirt and phone and move closer as she holds up the sign for my inspection. A single piece of paper that reads, Under Construction in blockish handwriting hung up with the kind of tape players use to better grip our bats. “Did you put this up?” she asks Felix.

Felix nods.

“You hung that before you came outside,” I say. Before we all decided to have sex in a hot tub.

“Yeah.” Felix looks vaguely embarrassed. “I didn’t want to assume, but I hoped.”

I hoped. And I carry that hope into the hallway and up the elevator with us as we make our way to our temporary home.

Shira

It’s possible I float from the deck back to our room. When we get in, there aren’t any more beds than there were before. “I’m gonna shower,” I say, “if you want to get in the bathroom before me.”

Felix and Blake each take a turn—Felix taking exactly two minutes, Blake spending only slightly longer than that with the sink running the whole time. He emerges a minute later, wrapped in a towel, carrying his swim trunks in one hand. “All yours.”

I shower then change into pajamas, not bothering to blow my hair out and doing as minimal a skincare routine as I can get away with.

When I get out of the bathroom, Felix and Blake are lying on the bed, caught in low conversation. Yesterday, I was worried about what they might say to each other. Today, Felix is drawing his hand in a broad circle across the bedspread and Blake’s looking up at him with a certain shine to his eyes.

They pause when they see me.

“Room for one more?” I ask.

Blake scoots back and pats the soft white bedspread between them. What happens here… I thought we left that promise outside. Maybe whatever magic spinning between us lasts until checkout. So I slide myself between them. The mattress dips in the middle, rolling them both toward me, Blake’s chest under my cheek, Felix’s solidity at my back.

After a second, Blake strokes my hair. “We were talking—we just want to make sure you’re okay with what we just did.”

Warmth suffuses my body, melding with the tiredness from how long a day it’s been. “You really care about me.”

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