Page 84 of Triple Play

I don’t want to laugh in case he gets the wrong impression, so I kiss him once on his cheekbone. “Yeah, babe, I picked up on that.”

“Oh.” As if he didn’t know I knew. “And that’s fine?”

“I love you. All of you.”

He swallows, visibly, then nods. “I love you too.”

“You sure you’re okay?” I ask.

“This is very much not how I thought this trip was gonna go.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“It’s a great thing.”

I’m about to kiss him again when Felix intercedes, gathering me up. “We’re not done,” he growls, like it’s a promise.

I throw a teasing glance at him. “No?”

“Not when you’re still forming complete sentences.”

“How’re you planning to fix that?”

He positions himself flat on the bed, encourages me over him until my thighs are on either side of his neck. “Ride my face until your legs give out.”

“I’m pretty strong,” I laugh.

“Yeah,” he says, “that’s what I meant.”

“I’m still—” I slide a hand down my body to indicate where Blake’s come is dripping down my legs. “Wet.”

Felix huffs a laugh. “Yeah, that’s also what I meant.” His cock is still hard, red at the tip, shiny with pre-come.

“What about you?” I ask. “You must want something else.”

“As long as I’m with you both, I don’t really care what we do.” Said almost as if it’s a joke, if not for the sincere look in his eyes. “But if you’re offering…” He turns to Blake. “You want to get this wet for me, baby?” He holds out his palm, cupped slightly.

Blake examines his hand. Brings his own up to cradle it. Licks his lips a few times like he’s considering spitting into Felix’s palm. Then his eyelids slide shut, his lashes dark lines on his cheeks. He touches his tongue to Felix’s hand, slow, thorough, a kiss that isn’t pretending it’s anything else, then pulls back. “That work for you?”

For that, he gets the plunge of Felix’s thumb in his mouth, on the moistened curve of his lower lip that Blake moans around. “That works for me,” Felix says, then takes his cock in hand. “Shira, you satisfied?”

“Not yet.” But I lower myself until my pussy rests against his mouth and chin. Then I begin to move.

Felix said to ride him until my legs gave out—but they’re already half-rubber. I brace myself on the headboard for leverage, roll my hips, listen to the music of our collective breathing, the steady beat of my heart.

Felix’s hand is slick on his own cock—inescapable noises loud in the otherwise quiet room. His eyes don’t leave mine as he jerks himself, as I rock against his tongue.

He groans, and I crane my neck back to see if he came, only to find Blake tucked at his side, his fist wrapped around Felix’s as they work him together. It could be like this… A thought that implants itself in my mind like a seed. We could have this, somehow. We could fight for it.

I must have paused too long, because Felix’s hand comes up, a spread of his fingers on my lower back.

“You want something?” I tease.

He smiles, lifts me up just enough to say, “You. Both of you,” then pushes me back down onto his mouth. There’s no hesitation this time, no holding back, just the flat of his tongue and the slight bump of his nose and the bright build of pleasure inside me.

Soon, too soon, Felix grunts, once, sharp. “I’m close.” Like he might come into his and Blake’s combined fists.

I want to see that—want to be part of it. I slide myself down his body until his cock is at my entrance. Blake moves his hand, reflexively, hovering it as if he’s unsure what to do. Until Felix grabs it.

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