Page 39 of Bottoms
Colten’s gaze remained on the ceiling while his hand worked to make his cock hard. When the blanket began to tent, my whole body took on a low hum of arousal. I bristled on Fynn’s lap to relieve some pressure that had settled between my thighs. Colten’s eyes squeezed closed, and he worked his hand at a furious pace.
It didn’t take long before the entire display was over. Colten convulsed slightly before the movement under the blankets stopped, and his hand slid out from under the covers. I could still faintly see the outline of his still-hard cock beneath the covers. Soon enough, I saw it standing at attention as Colten whipped the blanket to the side as if he could hear my mental plea.
I squeezed my thighs together and wiggled a little, attempting to find a more comfortable position. Fynn’s hand balled around the front of my sweatshirt. My movements stopped, and I could feel my skin heating, but there wasn’t anything else I could do about it.
Colten got up from the bed and disappeared into the bathroom while I was left sitting in Fynn’s lap. If women could get a raging hard-on, I would have one to rival Tanner’s sea monster. I wasn’t sure what answers or truths I had found watching the streams. Other than knowing, I would still gladly hop on any of their cocks if the opportunity arose.
“Now the question remains,” Fynn said, leaning forward to change the cameras again. Stopping on the image of Tanner sleeping peacefully in his bed, still on his stomach. “If you could have them again, would you?”
The question rumbled around in my mind. It had already been there long before Fynn asked it.
“I thought I was finding answers, not asking questions,” I huffed. Pulling my feet up to sit while balancing on Fynn’s lap. It wasn’t as comfortable as sitting, but it helped slightly.
Fynn’s other arm came to circle around me. His hands grabbed me at the waist to pick me up and reposition himself before setting me back down. I still had my feet pulled up, but now they were shifted slightly to the side. My butt wiggled as I settled back in, and Fynn’s arm wrapped back around me to keep me from falling.
“We are finding answers, sweetheart. I’m sure you wanted to jump through the monitor just to hop on his dick a few minutes ago. That’s the truth. As mad at them as you have claimed to be, it doesn’t seem to affect how much you still want them.”
I rolled my eyes, facing the screen rather than facing Fynn directly.
“Or maybe I just need dick in general,” I said with a forced laugh to lighten the mood. But, talking about how turned on I was, I wasn’t doing anything to help it go away.
“Put it to the test then,” Fynn suggested, making me look back at him in confusion.
“Is this really how you imagined propositioning me for sex, Fynn?” I said, with my own attempt at a raised eyebrow.
“I didn’t say my dick. I simply said put it to the test,” Fynn smiled, like he had just found a truth. “Like how you shouldn’t go to the grocery store when hungry. Why don’t you go back to the bathroom and take a steamy little shower? Then, after an orgasm, see if you still want to fuck them.”
“I take it there’s a camera in the bathroom then?” No wonder he had perfect timing regarding our mutual idea of blowing off steam in the shower.
“I don’t put cameras in bathrooms. It’s not entertaining to watch people shit. I might miss some showerhead action, but overall, it’s the better call,” Fynn shrugged.
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure masturbation orgasms are different for men. Or maybe I’m the weird one. But coming on fingers, mine, or someone else’s is much different than sex.” I shrugged, mirroring Fynn’s casual tone and movements without meaning to.
“No, you are right about that. Nothing feels quite like a warm, wet pussy,” Fynn said, looking me right in the eyes. It did nothing to help me decide that ‘not fucking Fynn’ was the right call. His fingers curled again until I could feel him pressing against my skin.
“I want a truth from you, Fynn,” I said, as the thought came to my mind. “Did it bother you to watch me with them?”
Fynn was silent for a moment, and part of me didn’t expect him to answer. He wasn’t the most forthright of individuals on a good day.
“Nik was the hardest to watch,” Fynn responded after I had given up on expecting him to answer. “He wasn’t part of the original deal, but I had come to terms with that long before I put in him your life.” Fynn’s hand moved to stroke his long beard, but grabbed at nothing as he forgot about his new cut. Confusion flitted over his features momentarily before he stopped, seeming to remember.
“You still see us all together in your mind, don’t you? You, working with the others. Taking over the city. Killing anyone in your way. Coming home splattered in blood, with me waiting for you to arrive.”
Fynn shifted his head back and forth as he considered the image. “More or less.”
“And what about what I want?” I asked. His smirk dimmed as his eyes focused on me, not on the mental image I had supplied.
“That’s why I’m trying to help you figure out if you still want them, sweetheart. Trust me, I am fully capable of handling you on my own.” He winked. “But if you want them, you can have them too,” he sighed like this was his great concession in the relationship.
“Can I have anyone?” I asked, wondering just how far Fynn would go for me.
“No,” Fynn said sternly. “You’re lucky I’m letting you keep Nik. I said I came to terms with it, not that I liked it.”
“Cool,” I huffed sarcastically. I wasn’t looking to be with anyone else, but the lack of freedom got to me. I turned away from Fynn to look back at Tanner’s sleeping form.
Of course, I still wanted them. But even if everything turned out, and they agreed to work together, it still left me as little more than a prisoner. I guess it wasn’t any worse than being a prisoner now.
“I would say you found some truths,” Fynn said after I took more than a simple moment of silence.
