Page 55 of Triple Play

“Use your tongue around her clit,” Felix says. “Make it so she can’t think of anything else.”

For a second, I think Blake might buck—guys sometimes say they want directions but mostly they just want confirmation of what they’d do anyway. Then he licks me—short strokes interspersed with longer ones, and grunts when I give a happy sigh.

It goes on like that: Felix giving advice and correction and encouragement, the last of which deepens Blake’s flush. Tension gathers at the base of my spine. I tighten my thighs around Blake’s ears, get the long groan of his approval, like this is just as much for him as it is for me.

“Fuck, Blake, that’s so good.” I’m almost, almost there, just on the edge, I’d tip over if not for how Felix pulls him back, sudden enough that Blake’s hair goes taut at the roots.

“Is there a problem?” Blake asks it in that same fake polite tone I’ve realized hides a deep well of sarcasm. But his lips and chin are wet, his eyes glassy and pleased. “She must be having a good time if she’s calling my name.”

“Sure.” A word accompanied by Felix’s exaggerated shrug.

“You don’t sound convinced.”

“Get her to call you ‘daddy’ and maybe I will be.”

For a second, the only noise on the deck is rise and fall of our breathing. Then Blake says, “Yes, sir.” This time, there’s no teasing to it.

Blake’s hands wrap around my hips, fingers tight without pressing. Careful in a way I’m not used to people being with my body. He licks me a few times and huffs a laugh when my thighs tighten even further.

“Sorry,” I say.

He pulls up fractionally. “Yeah, let’s adjust.” Then he reaches and hooks my ankles over his shoulders, until his face is settled between the two pillars of my thighs. “Now you can really squeeze the breath out of me.”

I laugh and tap my hand atop Felix’s, into the soft product-y strands of Blake’s hair. It’s gone from fraying to truly disarrayed. Perfect. My fingers play over the ridges of Felix’s knuckles, rough from cold, from work outdoors. A bubble of affection rises in me.

This stays here. None of this can come with us. And yet…

It can’t. It can’t be anything but what it is—three people and a few drinks and a warm night.

But at least it can be what it is. Blake flicks his tongue again, followed by the barest scraping of his teeth.

I clench hard, on air. “Give me your fingers. I want you inside me.”

He looks up at me, panting hard. “Like this?” He strokes the rim of my cunt, then inserts the barest tip of his finger.

“Don’t tease,” I laugh.

“You heard her,” Felix commands. “Fuck her the way she wants and maybe we’ll do the same for you.”

Blake’s eyes widen, like he’s caught on that we. He strokes me, two fingers inside, thumb against my clit, and it’s hardly enough but that’s all it takes, and I tilt my hips and enjoy Blake’s long moan into my pussy and Felix’s hand in his hair and the feeling inside me that bursts like a firecracker, sudden and bright and flashing.

After, I lie there panting, wrung out, enjoying the rhythm of my breath. Blake’s chest is heaving and I’m almost tempted to ask if he came too before he turns to Felix with a grin.

“That work for you, sir?” Then Blake’s smile falters as if we’ve hit some invisible limit he has for himself. Or like he doesn’t know how to ask for what he really wants.

Sometimes, a situation calls for finesse. And sometimes it calls for a certain directness. If there’s one thing I have, it’s that.

“Hey, guys,” I say, “I have an idea.”

CHAPTER TWELVE

Blake

I have an idea. Whatever Shira’s considering makes her eyes go wicked. She’s still half naked, reclining on the towels. Her feet splash in the water. Relaxed in a way I’m usually only pretending to be anywhere but a ballfield, like she’s used to dictating the world on her terms. It’s enough to make me want to fall to my knees again.

She turns to Felix. “You and Blake did such a good job”—and she pokes an illustrative tongue against her cheek—“I could return the favor.”

An offer plucked from the most shameful part of my imagination—having her do this. Having her do this with someone watching. Having her do this with Felix watching. Watching her do this with Felix. Nothing I would have done in Atlanta, too worried about my image. Too worried that that, if word got around, there’d be hell to pay.

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