Page 90 of True Blue

I nod and Janette leans down to kiss him. Using the lube to wet my cock and relieve a little more of my own strain, I pour more over the space where they’re connected, shutting the bottle and tossing it away again. My already lubed hand leaves my own skin and meets his, sliding around to spread the liquid around his entrance. He moans as I start pressing a finger into him, meeting his muscles resistance for a moment before he relaxes.

“Good boy,” I say again, feeling him clench around my finger and smiling. I watch my finger slowly disappear in him, mimicking their connection from moments ago. Stretching and prepping him, I add another finger, sliding them more easily as he grows comfortable with the sensation. Probing with the tips of my fingers, I move them inside, knowing I found his spot when he lets out a long moan, legs shaking around me. I run myother hand down Janette’s back, loving the feel of both of them against my hands.

Pulling my fingers out, I move in, holding my cock to line myself up with his slick hole. “Ready?”

Bentley grunts, one hand leaving Janette’s hip to run down my arm softly.

“Words, Bent.”

“Yes,” he spits out. “Hurry, Axel.”

“Can’t rush this, love,” I say, rubbing my tip against him. He grabs onto my arm and Janette grabs his face, leaning her forehead against his as she holds him inside her.

“Breathe, baby,” she whispers, and he nods, taking a deep breath. As he inhales, I press into him, his tight ring of muscles gripping my tip and making me groan in the back of my throat. Continuing forward, I slowly seat myself deep inside him, panting as his tight warmth envelops each inch.

“Christ, you’re tight.” I move my hand to his hip, letting him adjust to the feeling. “Ready to move, Blue?”

She sits up, skin meeting mine as she leans back against me. Her height allows for my chin to rest on top of her head if I lean down a little and she tips her head back, letting me kiss her forehead. My hand comes up, sliding over her sternum until my palm curves around her throat. She sighs, leaning into my touch and I wrap my fingers more securely around her neck, holding her against me with the lightest pressure.

“Together,” I say, looking down at Bentley as he fights to stay in control. His eyes stay closed, breathing short and fast.

Janette hums and I pull back, leaving Bentley slowly as she lifts her hips and places her hands on his stomach to balance herself. I thrust back in at the same time she slams down, all three of us moaning together.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Bentley breathes, eyes opening to watch as he holds on to each of us. We set a rhythm, moving togetherand speeding up as all of us chase our highs. Bentley sucks me in, tight muscles clenching around me in time with my thrusts and making me see stars as I tighten my grip a little on Janette’s throat. She cries out our names, hips snapping faster and nails digging into Bentley’s skin.

“I’m close,” Bentley calls from beneath us, hand tightening on my arm and fingers digging in against muscle. He frantically moves his other hand off Janette’s hip and rubs her clit, making her thighs start to shake. She screams as she comes, making me feel the vibrations of her throat against my palm. Bentley squeezes me inside him in a vice grip as he spills into her, hips stuttering beneath us.

I lose all rhythm, slamming into Bentley a few more times before I blow deep inside him, leaning against Janette as she continues to ride her release at a languid pace. We all slow, sweat cooling across our skin. Bentley’s hand rubs my forearm as he stares up at us with soft eyes.

“I love you both,” he whispers, while his other hand rubs against Janette’s thigh as well.

I release Janette’s throat, staying seated in Bentley as I start to soften. Leaning over her back and pressing her in against his chest, I kiss him slowly, biting his lip lightly and making him smile. “I love you too,” I say, pulling back. Janette stays laying against his chest, face nuzzling into the side of his neck. I kiss the center of her back. “And you Blue. I love you too.” She hums, eyes closed and breathing deeply. I smile, slipping out of Bentley. He groans at the loss, his eyes closing as I watch my cum run out of him. His own mixture with Janette already seeps down and mixes in.

I get up and walk to the ensuite, wetting a white washcloth and coming back to clean them up. Lifting Janette’s hips, I separate them, more cum running down as she rolls to the side, snuggling in against him. I wipe each of us down, bringing thewashcloth back to the bathroom before I return to the bed and pull the duvet over us as I lie down on Bentley’s other side.

Bentley leans over, kissing my forehead. “Feeling better?”

I hum, entangling our legs under the blanket. “Feeling sore?” I say and chuckle.

He rests his cheek against my forehead. “I feel great,” he says.

Janette sits up suddenly. “Do you think your parents heard us?”

Bentley shakes his head, reaching out to run his fingers lightly across her skin. “They’re on the other side of the house. They didn’t hear anything.”

She nods, crawling back to the end of the bed and fishing around on the floor, ass on display for the two of us.

“What are you doing?” Bentley asks as she sits up, crawling back toward us, phone in hand.

“Setting an alarm. We still have another hour and a half till dinner. I’m thinking thirty-minute nap, then I’ll need to get up and shower and get ready.” She settles back in against Bentley, tucking the covers up under her chin.

He moves to wrap an arm around her, holding her to his side. “Sounds perfect.”

A quiet moment goes by, and I settle in, closing my eyes.

“You know,” Bentley says quietly, voice lighter as we relax. “The showers here are big enough for three.”

Janette and I laugh, Bentley smiling between us. I kiss his chest and burrow my face against his skin, surrounding myself in his heady post-sex scent. “We can have shower sex another day. I want to be able to stand this time when we see your parents again.”

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