Page 81 of True Blue

“I can feel you,” I spit out, barely holding onto any semblance of self-control.

Janette moans, muttering unintelligibly and Bentley leans down to kiss the center of her back and then the back of my hand. “I’m going to move. You both ready?” Janette nods into my neck and I follow suit.

Bentley pulls out almost entirely, the feeling making my hips stutter as I pull back slightly beneath her. And then he's slamming back in, cock gliding against mine and making her clench around me even tighter. I wheeze out a breath, seeing stars.

This right here is heaven.

Janette tips her head back, mouth wide open in a silent scream. We devolve into a messy rhythm panting and cursing around Janette as we each push and pull against her.

“Fuck,” Bentley grunts, hand coming up to cover my throat. The pressure makes my balls tighten up and he yells, “Come,” just as I explode inside Blue, hips shoving as far into her as I can get from beneath them both. Bentley roars his release as I feel Janette clench around me and scream through her own release.

We fall into a heap of sweaty limbs, still randomly connected as I wait for air to enter my lungs at the right pace and my mind to return. My eyes eventually close and I feel Bentley untangle Janette and carry her out of the bed. I hear the sink running and ease back against the wall, fluffing my pillow and settling in. Bentley returns with Janette, my eyes peaking open to watch her slide under the covers and scooch over to lay against my chest. Bentley follows behind her, the three of us re-tangling ourselves together.

“You two are going to kill me,” Janette murmurs.

“Sore?” Bentley asks, rubbing his hand along her side, knuckles brushing over my stomach.

“More exhausted.”

“Good.” He leans up and kisses her quick. “You’ll sleep well then.”

Janette hums and I chuckle. “That was your idea, Blue.” I kiss her shoulder, hand running over Bentley’s hip under the blanket covering us all.

“Next time, one of you is in the middle,” she mumbles, turning to tuck herself into me on her side and starting to drift off.

Bentley’s eyes meet mine and he grins.

I pull my hand out of the blanket at the same time as him and we wave our fists as he mouths the words. My flat hand covers his fist over Janette’s head, and I smile, stomach flipping at the idea of burying myself in him while he’s balls deep in her.

36

Layla C.

Good luck babes! You’re going to kill it!

Ilaugh, rereading Layla’s text before typing back a quick thank you. Pulling my skirt on over my fleece-lined tights, I zip the side and smooth the form fitting material down, looking over my pre-planned outfit one more time. My heart hammers in my chest as I mentally go over my introduction for our presentation again before grabbing my fuzzy plum sweater and pulling it over my head. Tucking the hem into my skirt, I nod along, mouthing the words as they scroll through my mind. My reflection stares back at me, as I make little adjustments, before I stop and hear Bentley’s phantom voice in my ears.Take a deep breath.

Breathing through my nose, I close my eyes, remembering his smile during our lazy afternoon yesterday. We moved to the living room after our nap, ordering Chinese food and playing Mario Party for hours. Axel ended up pouting every time he lost, demanding a rematch three times. Bentley finally shut him down after the fourth game, placating him by sitting for a fewselfies that Axel insisted on taking even if we couldn’t post them. Of course, Axel had taken more than the negotiated two, making me laugh while watching them wrestle for Axel’s phone. I ended up stealing the remote while they were distracted, but Bentley’s smile remained the entire time.

My phone goes off again, pulling my eyes open.

Axel

Laptops are all set. Grabbed our usual seats.

Bentley’s name appears next.

Bentley

Presentation is all good. We’re the first ones here. You owe us coffee.

I smile, starting to text back. They both promised to go to class early for me to make sure their laptops worked with the projector. As much as it soothed my anxiety, I was also just glad they’d be there before me. This way I could just pretend I was walking to meet them and not on my way to speak in front of the whole class.

I’ll show up with two lattes. Promise.

Bentley

Make it a caramel brulée one for A? Apparently, he needs the sugar right now.

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