Page 69 of Lucy and Her Wicked Three

Cautiously, I try to explain, without giving away the intensity of my feelings. "Look, I know you like to try new things—"

"Nope, don't do that. Okay, you know me so well. I know you too, Noah. I'm…" He sighs, running his hand over his shaved head, looking away. Uncharacteristically uncomfortable, he fidgets in place. "I liked it. What we did. And I want to try more. But… fuck, man, it's you. It'syou, Noah."

He turns to me, the most sincere look in his eyes, pinning me in place. Pleading, he continues, this time running his hands over my shoulders, pulling me closer.

"I'd never jeopardize our friendship for a quick fuck. I'm saying… I want this. I want you." He infuses the words with as much feeling as he can, because he can't bring himself to say more than that. That this want he has for me might be big. Really big.

Nerves take over and I pull away again. "What about Lucy?" I ask quietly. We just got her, and we just got Mateo back. I won't risk them for anything, same as he'd never risk our friendship by toying with me or using me.

"What about Lucy?" He asks honestly.

"Seriously? We just… I mean, what if she sees it as cheating?"

"But she's literally fucking Matty as we speak."

"Yeah, but that's different."

"It's not. Besides, she won't care. I swear, she won't."

I'm not so sure. Watching us kiss for her pleasure is one thing. Knowing we hook up when she's not around is quite another.

Silas turns and storms down the hall. It takes me a second to catch up before I'm chasing after him. "Silas? Silas! What the fuck are you doing? No, oh no, no no, hell no!" I chant, whisper-shouting, then straight up yelling at him as he walks right into Lucy's bedroom.

"Hey gorgeous. Having fun?" Silas asks sweetly. Lucy's spread eagle, wrists and ankles tied to the bed posts, naked and completely exposed. Mateo's teasing her with a toy, and doesn't stop on our account. He's still using neckties to tie her up, which irritates me. I need to make a point to get his bag of toys with soft, padded handcuffs and silk corded rope. I make a mental note to talk to him about that tomorrow.

"Wanna join?" She asks, half drunk on pleasure.

"I do, but this one thinks we should give you guys some alone time since he got you to himself yesterday and I got to play with you today."

"Oh, that's nice," she smiles then cries out. Mateo spreads her lower lips and slaps her clit hard, then rubs it softly, making nice.

I grab Silas's sleeve to pull him away, but he shrugs me off. To Lucy, he says bluntly, "Lulu, I'd like to fuck Silas. Are you okay with that?"

Her expression lights up, pulling her out of the sex haze. "Really? That's amazing! Of course it's okay, you don't have to ask me that." Then the fog clears a little more and she attempts to sit up before remembering she's tied in place. "Wait, why would you ask me? We're in this together, right?"

"Yeah, we are," Silas confirms.

"And it's not open, it's just us. So you should be able to have sex with whoever you want in our group." Suddenly irate, she turns to Mateo. "Right?"

Her demand, given her state of absolute submission, is cute as fuck. Mateo laughs, having pulled the toy away so we could talk. He kisses the inside of her knee. "Yes,mi corazón, I agree completely. I, however, only want to fuck you, but I don't care what the rest of you do. Though I didn't mind with the assist the other night," he winks at Silas. It's weird seeing Mateo be playful.

"Have fun guys. Tell me all about it tomorrow." Lucy whimpers, eyes closed, already lost in scene, when the vibrator buzzes to life again.

Silas gives her nipples a pinch before turning and leaving the room. He doesn't need to ask me to follow. In fact, he doesn't say anything at all, nor does he touch me again, before letting himself into my room.

I follow after him, because that's what I do.

And we pick up like no time passed, like Lucy's declaration wasn't another tectonic shift in my personal life. We've been in poly relationships for years.

We've never beentogether.

But all the overthinking gets lost as Silas kisses me, pulling at my shirt with the same level of confidence I had the other night when I did the same to him. He tugs his own shirt off and I can't move fast enough. My hands come to his belt first, and with shakier, needier movements, I unbutton then lower the zipper all the way down.

Getting him naked feels natural. And again, I've seen him so many times. But it's through a new lens, one of want. His dark skin, warm, like the afterglow of a sunset, stretches taut over his strong muscular torso, hidden in peeks beneath his tattoos. The sparse, dark smattering of hair spreads lightly from his navel down toward his cock.

A sheen of precum glistens his tip and I lick my lips. I'm so lost, cataloging all the things I'm going to do to him, of what I want him to do to me, that I don't notice right away that he's still. Not stiff, but not relaxed, either.

"I'm uh…" He laughs, scratching his jaw. "I'm not sure…"

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