Page 46 of True Blue

Bentley stands up, dropping his boxers to the floor, and leans over behind her, opening a drawer in his bedside table. He rummages around and Janette looks over her shoulder, watching him pull a condom out and close the drawer.

“Not needed,” she whispers, making his head whip up to look down at her. My eyes widen with his as she shakes her head. “I’ve got an IUD so as long as you boys are clean, we’re all good.” My brain explodes as my dick jumps in my hand at the idea of fucking her bare.

Bentley picks his jaw up, clearing his throat and flipping the wrapped condom between his fingers. “You sure?” She nods and he tosses the condom onto the table, climbing back in behind her hurriedly. She giggles, turning to look back up at me, pupils blown wide. I lean forward, taking her chin in the hand not currently servicing my cock and kiss her swollen lips, licking along the bottom one before pulling back again.

“I want you in my mouth while he drives into me,” she says, staring me down. I groan, looking over her at Bentley who rubs circles into her hips, watching us.

“That work for you?” I ask, silently praying he says yes.

He snorts. “You get to call the shots once I fuck her, remember? If you both want that, no way in hell am I stopping you.”

I smile. “Well, get to fucking her then.”

He smooths a hand over her back, pushing her knees wider with his own and focusing his attention on her ass. She hums as he lines himself up, running his tip through her folds to spread her moisture onto him. I watch from the side, holding my breath as his hand reaches her shoulder and he notches himself at her entrance. She sucks in a breath sharply, and he presses forward, head dipping in and stretching her out. Her arms give out and her chest falls to the bed as she gives us a little whimper. I squeeze myself, slowly bringing my hand down my length as he rocks into her inch by inch.

“Fuck,” he mutters once his hips are flush with her cheeks, one hand moving off her shoulder to rub circles into her back while the other holds her tightly by the hip. “You good?” he checks with her.

She nods against the comforter, mumbling “Mmhmm,” before picking her head up and finding my eyes. “Want more.”

I clamber to my knees, rushing over to kneel in front of her face as she pushes back up onto her hands. Bentley waits, face pinched with the effort. Once I'm within range, she grabs the base of my dick, licking around the head slowly before sucking it in between her lips. My chest rises and crashes harshly as I gasp and put my hands on either side of her head. She sucks me in farther and Bentley brings his hand from her back to her other hip.

“Ready?” he asks, and she hums, making my eyes roll back in my head. Her tongue laves around my length as he pulls back and then slams forward, making me hit the back of her throat. I pull back a bit as Bentley starts to move, starting with slow measured thrusts that continue to push her forward onto me.She taps my hand, closing her eyes and relaxing her mouth to give me permission to move.

I grip her curls, dragging myself along her tongue before pushing back in at the same time Bentley snaps forward. We move in tandem, quickly matching the others' rhythm. Janette moans around me with each thrust and my mind goes blank in pleasure, hips taking over. Bentley reaches forward, tangling his hand with her hair and one of mine as we start to lose our rhythm, racing toward the building release I can practically taste in the air around us. His other hand winds around her side and disappears. I know the moment he finds her clit because her eyes fly open, and she starts sucking me with renewed fervor.

Groans and panting accompany the sound of her slurping on my cock as we all keep moving, each interlocked. Bentley leans over her, untangling his hand from mine and hooking the back of my neck to pull me forward and plunge his tongue down my throat, mimicking the frantic movement of him inside her. Two more pumps and he grunts into my mouth, drawing back to press our foreheads together as he spills inside her. Janette screams her release, the vibrations making my balls draw up tight. I come across the back of her tongue, crying out as she swallows around me and prolongs my orgasm.

I pull back first, dragging myself from her mouth so she can breathe. We all pant and collapse to the side, falling in a heap on the pillows at the top of Bentley’s bed. Janette ends up between the two of us, back pressed against Bentley’s chest and nuzzling her face against my neck. Bentley throws an arm across her, reaching my back and holding both of us. I reach down and push the comforter out from underneath us before pulling it up to cover our entangled sated bodies. Janette wedges a leg between both of mine and I throw my arm across both of them, hand landing on Bentley’s hip.

“You settled on how we all feel now?” I murmur into Janette’s hair.

She mumbles something and I chuckle, squeezing them both a little closer.

“Night, Blue,” I say, kissing the top of her head. “That was soul altering so don’t be surprised if you wake up with one of us between your legs again.”

She chuckles sleepily, eyes staying closed, and Bentley’s hand reaches down to squeeze my ass. “Night, Bent,” I whisper, leaning across her to kiss his forehead quick. He mumbles something too low to hear as his breathing evens out and I settle back against the pillow, quickly falling asleep too.

21

Bentley must wake up first because my brain slowly comes to when I feel his rough hand glide across the skin of my back.

“Wake up,” he whispers near my ear before kissing between my shoulder blades.

“What time is it?” I groan, voice still thick with sleep.

“Like nine.” He keeps kissing my skin, moving up toward my hairline on the back of my neck. I open my eyes, finding myself staring at the edge of his bed and the rest of his room beyond. We must have all shuffled around in our sleep. I vaguely remember Janette leaving at one point to pee before climbing over both of us to snuggle back in from behind me where I rested my head against Bentley’s shoulder.

Flipping my head over, I find Bentley beside me, Janette’s mass of light brown curls visible just over his shoulder. Her soft snores float over us, and I smirk at Bentley. “Why is she allowed to sleep in, but not me?”

“She had both of us tire her out last night, and I woke up wanting you.” I smile lazily at his words, stretching my arms out underneath the pillow and enjoying the pop of my spine.

I groan and settle back in. “Well, I’m not going anywhere.” Bentley smiles, leaning in to kiss me slowly. He takes his time, hand on the back of my head, threading into my hair and massaging my scalp. I open up to him, letting his tongue invade my mouth and rove over my own.

His hand coasts down my back, dipping under the edge of the comforter laying across my lower half. He grips my ass, digging his fingers into my flesh. “I want to fuck you,” he whispers against my lips. The words travel through my blood, lighting a trail of fire in me as it all travels south to my already stiff cock pinned beneath me.

I tip my head forward, touching my forehead to Bentley’s as he stares into my eyes. “Do it.”

He groans, eyes fluttering closed for a moment. Then he sits up quickly, the comforter sliding down to reveal his nakedness. I glance at Janette, finding her on her stomach, head turned away from me still softly snoring.

---