Page 28 of Me Three
He offers me a shy smile, and I kiss him on the cheek just as our phones go off again.
You better be ready for me, boys. Strip down to your underwear, leave your front door unlocked, and get started on the couch. I’ll catch up with you soon. Tru x.
“God, that’s so fucking sexy,” he says after reading the message.
“Damn right. Now go lie on the couch, and I’ll go put on some clean boxers,” I say and smack his bum. The sound of the slap sounds clean and loud and makes my cock jolt, a fact Carter doesn’t fail to notice.
“Damn. I wish we had panties in your size because then I could force you to put them on, too, so I’m not the only one making a fool of myself,” he says.
“Excuse me? Who’s making a fool of themselves? You’re not,” I tell him.
He rolls his eyes at me and walks out of the room.
“Why don’t you put one of your sexy briefs on?” he suggests and lies down on the couch with heightened femininity. And that makes my cock even more desperate for release. If only Carter wasn’t a top, too, I would have fucked him five ways to Sunday by now. Just thinking of putting a tear at the back and slipping inside him makes me wildly desperate.
But that’s not gonna happen. One of his stupid rules.
I pry my gaze off him and go into my bedroom to put on my briefs. When I come back out, I walk to the front door, leave it unlocked, and go over to the couch where Carter is lying on his back, and I climb over him.
Our lips unite once again and our tongues mess around, going from one mouth to the other, trying to ascertain dominance over each other.
It’s part of our routine, seeking dominance when we have sex. Always competing who will come first, who will rub their cock between whose thighs, who will grind between whose ass cheeks. It’s a constant power play with him, and I love it as much as I hate it.
Because, yeah. I just wish he’d man up and take me up the ass. But as much as I beg, he won’t back down, so I take what I’m given.
“Oh la la. Are my eyes deceiving me or are you in lingerie, Carter?”
Their voice breaks out into the quiet living room, and we pull away from each other to look at Tru.
They’re wearing a long trench coat, all black, which has a big belt at the waist, and red stilettos. Their calves are bare and their hands are holding up the collar of their coat.
“Y-yes,” Carter says.
Tru walks over to us, and as the light from the lamp hits their face, I see their lips are painted a deep, slutty red. If our first night together was a night to remember, I don’t even dare to think how haunting tonight is going to be.
“And here I thought I pulled out all the stops,” they say and undo their coat.
I expect to find them in an equally tantalizing red dress, or a top and a skirt to match the sensual look they got going with the lipstick and the shoes.
But no. They’re wearing nothing like that.
In fact, they’re wearing absolutely nothing underneath.
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I’d like to say something, ask them if they like me in pink or if they even like me in lace, but all I can do is gawk over their red lips, their dick pulsing between the open coat, the red heels that make them several inches taller than me, and the way their hair shines gingerly under the shaded light in the room making them look like a pastiche of a noir film with a post-modern look. I mean, no noir film would have a non-binary person, especially one assigned male at birth, looking so titilating in what’s considered a feminine appearance.
But they’re looking every bit the enchantress they are, and all I want is them between Ev and me taking our dicks and screaming our names.
“Wow,” Ev says. “I don’t know how I got so lucky.”
His voice seems to do something to my brain, kickstart it or something, and I can finally find the words.
“You walked all the way here like that?” I ask, images of them walking down the street in the middle of winter with red heels, a black coat, and nothing underneath passing through my head and making my dick rub unwittingly with Ev’s.
“Well, I drove here, but yeah, pretty much,” they say and walk even closer until they tower over us like a dominatrix trying to decide what to do with us.
