Page 199 of Lone Star

Tenny urged Stephanie to lay back across the bed – across the width of it, so Reese could see them. He climbed up over her, settling between her spread thighs and urged them wider with long sweeps of his hands up the insides of them. She still wore her high heels, Reese noted.

Tenny was hard, cock curved up, flushed, glistening at the head. He picked something up off the bedspread – a condom, Reese saw, and the foil crinkled as he tore it open with his teeth. He tipped his head back a second, when he rolled it on, stroked himself a moment, and it didn’t seem, in that instant, that any of this was about Stephanie. That it was her he was fixated on. A stolen moment of pleasure, of anticipation that struck Reese as something private, despite there being three of them in the room.

Then he opened his eyes, and shuffled forward – “Yeah, come on, baby, Jesus,” from Stephanie – and pushed into her slow and relentless. Tenny could tell when he bottomed out, the way Stephanie kicked her head back and hummed, the way the muscles of Tenny’s back rippled, the cords popping visible in his neck beneath the scar where Reese had pressed his hand and saved his life.

That thought – the knowledge of the skin there, the sense memory of the heat and wet of blood against his palm – pulled Reese upright in his chair, his pulse throbbing in his ears, his wrists, his throat. Transfixed. Lungs still aching, nerves firing and tingling.

Stephanie gripped Tenny’s biceps, nails digging crescents, and Tenny drew back his hips and started to thrust. Deep, slow thrusts at first.

“Oh,” Stephanie said, lifting into them. “Oh, yeah. Like that. Go faster.”

Tenny ignored her; he kept his pace, turned his head, and caught Reese’s gaze. Was only a little out of breath, despite the sheen of sweat on his face, and the flaring of his nostrils. “See? Like this. It’s really – ah – it’s tight. A good tight, like her mouth, but better. Sometimes you have to finger them a while, get them good and wet, but she was ready – she was hot from sucking you off and I could just slide right in.” He gave an especially hard thrust and Stephanie let out a high sound that wasn’t pained.

“Start slow,” Tenny continued. “And then you can go faster.” He did, hips kicking, the room filling with the slap of skin against skin. “But you have to vary it. Variety’s good.” He slowed again, gripped her hips and lifted them. “Change the angles, so you can–”

“Ah!” Stephanie cried out. “Yes! Right there!”

Tenny smirked, though it looked strained. With pleasure; maybe with something else.

Reese had pitched forward in his chair, elbows on his thighs, and he was hard again, his cock throbbing, still too sensitive, but ready for more.

“You like watching?” Tenny asked. “Does it get you hard?”

He swallowed, throat so dry it felt sticky. “Yes.”

“Watch me,” he said, a faint note of pleading in his voice. “This is how you do it.”

Then he pulled back – all the way back, shiny, condom-covered cock gleaming in the lamplight. Tapped her hip. “Roll over.” A command.

Stephanie blinked up at him a moment, bereft, eyes glazed, then scrambled to comply, not so graceful now, clumsy and pleasure-drunk.

Tenny put his hands on her hips again to help position her; lifted her so she could get her knees up under her, so her backside was up in the air, her folded arms down on the bedspread.

Tenny shuffled closer and entered her again, from behind; a rough thrust that left her moaning, and Tenny swearing under his breath.

The sight stirred up new chords of excitement in Reese’s belly. This way was less intimate; you couldn’t look into one another’s faces like this – but there was something raw and primal and thrilling about it. He couldn’t have described how it made him feel if asked; only knew that he was leaking now; that he’d gripped his own cock to keep from coming.

The right move, because Tenny sought his gaze again, and said, “Come here,” all low and rough.

Walking wasn’t easy, but Reese got to his feet and crossed the distance to the bed.

“Here. Closer.”

Right up beside Tenny, close enough to smell the sweat on him. Close enough to watch his cock disappearing again and again inside Stephanie’s sex. It was. Oh, it was…

Tenny pulled out, and staggered backward off the bed. “Stay.” He dropped a light slap on Stephanie’s ass and she held her place, whimpering, shivering.

Still hard, cock bobbing obscenely, Tenny plucked another condom packet off the bed and tore it open. Moved to stand behind Reese.

“What are you doing?” Reese asked. But he didn’t move. Stared at the heart-shaped swell of Stephanie’s ass – and the glistening pink sex beneath – skin prickling all over as Tenny shoved his jeans down his hips and reached up under his shirt. Stroked his cock – he couldn’t help a little thrust forward, into the other boy’s hand.

Tenny bit his neck, gently, holding him in place, and rolled the condom onto his cock. After, he gathered his shirt, and stripped it off over his head, smoothed his hands down Reese’s chest; Reese could feel the damp, hard press of his erection against the small of his back.

“Get inside her,” he murmured. “Like I showed you.”

The bed dipped when he knelt on it. Stephanie shivered like a horse with flies as he petted her flanks. Tenny stepped in close behind him; it was Tenny’s hand that steadied his cock, positioned it at her entrance. And then he was pressing inside.

Oh. Itwastight. There was resistance, just a bit, and then he felt her give, and it was so warm, it washot, and she kept taking him, and taking him, and then the smooth skin of her backside was against the tender skin low on his belly, and it was…it was…

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