Page 82 of Triple Play

Felix looks up at me, teasing and expectant.

“Please, daddy, make me come.”

And he stuffs three fingers into me, stroking, unceasing, until my orgasm bursts inside me like a strobe light, whiting out my vision. I come until I drip down my thighs, until I’m loud enough that it echoes against the tastefully painted walls. Until Blake holds me, and pets my hair, and drops kisses on my face the way Felix is at my knees, and I can’t help this ecstatic feeling like I’ve leapt into the air never to come down.

I do, eventually, gentle as a feather. A laugh forms inside me. “Fuck.” The word slips out. Fuck, that was good. Fuck, now that I’ve had that, how am I supposed to give it up?

Blake is still behind me, holding me up, stroking my hair. His cock is hard, digging into my ass.

I roll back against him. “You gonna give me all of that?”

He drops a kiss to my hair. “Only if you tell me exactly how you want it.”

We should take it slow. Romantic. Blake seems like a lit candles and mood music kind of guy. Or maybe seemed that way two days ago. Now, I unclasp my bra, kick off the panties still somehow wrapped around my ankles. Blake sheds his underwear. His eyes go a little wide when Felix does the same, when we’re all naked, finally, the kind of naked where clothing feels slightly dishonest.

“You have such a pretty cock,” I tell Blake to watch the tips of his ears go red. I turn to Felix. “Doesn’t he?”

“He’s pretty all over,” Felix rumbles, and Blake’s flush begins to descend his neck. “I bet he’d look so pretty getting you all wet inside.”

Blake groans, something deep, like he’s been waiting a long time to hear that. “You both…” He trails off, shaking his head. “How did you think you were keeping me out of trouble?”

Felix taps one of Blake’s fingers at its painted nail. “You gonna fuck her like she needs?” Felix asks. “’Cause I’ll know if you don’t.”

Blake nods, eyes bright and eager, then drapes himself over where I’m lying on my back, nothing between us but a slim barrier of air and the weight of Felix’s gaze.

“You’re so beautiful,” Blake says, and I’m about complain about the humidity or my surely smeared lipstick, when he adds, “I’m falling in love with you.” He pauses, like he didn’t mean to say that. Like the words arrived unbidden in his mouth. “Um. You don’t have to say it back.”

Love. This thing glowing beneath my sternum. What I haven’t let myself feel in a long time. My eyes go wet—tears, sudden enough that Blake strokes the pad of his thumb on my cheekbone.

“I didn’t mean to upset you,” he says.

“You didn’t.” Even if my voice comes out hoarse. “I just love you too.” And… a caveat I mentally append. I love Blake and…

No time to linger on that now, not when Blake laughs and kisses me, pulling me to him. It’s easy to go. Easy to slide against him, his cock nudging my hip. He skims his hands down my body reverently, follows that with his mouth, pausing to lap at the tip of each breast.

“Use your teeth,” I groan, and he does, biting my nipples gently. He laughs when I thread my hand through his hair, when I thrust his mouth against me.

It doesn’t take much positioning after that. Blake takes himself in hand, holding his cock at my entrance, pushing in slowly, his gaze flicking to my face as if checking for discomfort until he registers how wet I am.

“Shira,” he breathes, like he can’t get enough of me, then begins to move, slow but steady. Almost, almost enough.

“If you’re gonna fuck me, fuck me,” I tease.

That gets his laugh, a tickle against my belly. The scoop of his arm under one of my knees, spreading me farther, his cock plunging deeper inside me, sending little flares of pleasure all over. “That better?” He asks it smugly, like he already knows the answer.

“You’re a fast learner,” I say.

“You gonna tell me when I’m doing good?”

Oh. I scrape my nails up his back, through his hair, raise my hips to meet his, enjoying the slap of our bodies, the way Felix has pulled up beside us.

The trace of his hand up Blake’s spine that draws Blake’s shiver. “Good boy,” Felix murmurs.

That stalls Blake. He blinks a few times in surprise. “Yeah?” Like he hasn’t quite processed it.

Felix laughs gently. “You think you aren’t?”

Blake shakes his head. “You might have to tell me again.”

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