Page 83 of Triple Play

“Soak her pretty little pussy and I’ll tell you as many times as you want.” Felix turns to me. “How’s that sound, Shira?”

“Sounds like he should probably do what you said.”

Blake groans against me. His face is flushed red with pleased embarrassment. He fucks me harder, steady, eyes flicking to mine, watching for every pant, every right there. It’s somehow better than if he was perfect: the sun-worn lines by his eyes, the strain in his arms, the way his eyes tighten shut each time Felix strokes a hand up his back. My body pulses in time with his, until we’re flying, together.

“I’m gonna.” Blake clenches his eyes shut like he’s holding back.

“Nope,” Felix says. “Give her what she wants.”

Blake’s eyes flash open. “Yes, sir.”

The words fall from his lips, transform into a long moan as he holds himself up with one arm and gets a hand between us, rubbing over my clit. His hips stutter with effort, and I can tell he’s close, right on the brink. I add my fingers on top of his, showing him the pace I like, and he nods, once. “You just lie back, I got this.”

“Don’t stop,” I order.

“Now that I’m with you, how am I ever supposed to stop?” He flicks his fingers, moving at the exact right pace that sends pleasure down every nerve, then drops a kiss on my cheek and I don’t know which of those does it, but I tip over, coming, clenching around him as he empties himself inside me with a groan.

After, he lies on top of me, panting, before he withdraws his softening cock, careful to support his own weight with his arms. He doesn’t get much farther than a few inches from me, hair a sweaty halo around his head. He’s smiling bright enough to light the whole room—not the practiced media smile, but something lopsided and wrung out and perfect.

“That good, sweetheart?” he whispers to me.

I can’t help but answer his grin. “That was good.”

And get the briefest kiss on the tip of my nose before he turns to Felix. “That good enough for you?”

“You’re good enough for me,” Felix says, like he misunderstood the question.

For a second Blake’s eyes widen before he darts a kiss, once, to the rough plain of Felix’s cheek. Blake pauses—freezes—then takes several slow breaths like he’s purposefully calming himself down.

“Hey, you good?” Felix doesn’t ask it his gruff sex voice, just says it carefully, like he knows Blake’s heart is in his throat.

After a second, Blake nods. “I think so.” He blinks a couple more times. “I’ve been with a man before. Once. A long time ago. But we didn’t kiss.” Another few blinks like he’s combating memories of that, then turns to me like he’s half-expecting me to gather my clothes and storm out.

“You should,” I say. “If you want to. If Felix wants to.”

Blake nods but doesn’t move.

After a second, Felix’s arms wrap around him just as I do the same. We hold him between us until some of the tension unknots from his back. “Is it a problem if I kiss you?” Felix asks.

“No.” Blake shakes his head. “Not a problem.”

They kiss, soft, Felix’s palm cupping Blake’s cheek, a kiss that Blake sighs into as if something clicked just right into place.

When they pull back from each other, Blake touches a brief hand to his lips like he can’t believe what’s happening. Then his face lights in a smile. He reaches, pulling Felix on top of him. “Kiss me again.”

Felix does, longer this time, a kiss that’s a full-bodied thing, Blake’s hands firm on his back, his fingers digging into the muscle of Felix’s shoulders. Felix rolls his hips, his ass flexing, and Blake’s groan echoes in the quiet of the room. “Oh god, oh fuck.” Like he’s been dreaming about this. Then, quieter, “you’re hard.”

That draws Felix’s laugh. “Yeah.” He rolls his hips again for emphasis.

“I could…” Blake trails off like he’s overwhelmed by possibilities. “Well, I could do something.”

Felix kisses him again. “There’s no rush.”

“I’ve been waiting years.” Blake’s voice catches in his throat, then he blinks a few times, as if he’s remembering where he is and that I’m still here watching them. “Uh, Shira, hi.”

“That good?” I prompt.

Blake’s face goes serious. “I think I should probably tell you something else. I don’t think I’m straight.”

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