Page 30 of Me Three
When we pull away, I see the mess on Ev’s mouth, and I can imagine mine looks just as red and smeared.
“You are so beautiful,” Tru says, rubbing their hands on our cheeks. They brush our hair with their fingers and plant a kiss on our temples. “Lie down,” they tell Everett.
Ev does as he’s told, and Tru turns to me.
“Put a condom on him.”
I nod and reach the drawer for the stash of condoms and the lube. I drop the bottle next to Ev’s leg and tear the packet for the condom to sheathe my best friend, who arches his back under my touch and groans, his eyes piercing mine.
When I’m done, I look at Tru for directions. They’re obviously in control tonight, so I might as well treat them like the boss. Nothing we do tonight is on me. It’s all Tru. So it doesn’t count as a repeat, right? They’re the one that orchestrated this, they’re the one pulling the strings so I couldn’t have said no even if I wanted to. Right?
“Ev, doll, now you put a condom on him,” they say, and before I even turn to look back at Ev, he grips my cock, and my whole body spasms.
“You look so sexy,” he mutters under his breath, and I smile at him, focusing my attention on the movements of his hands as he rolls the condom down my length.
I love hearing the words come out of his mouth. I love them every time he says them to me. Every time he compliments my looks, my choice of lingerie, my eyes. In bed is the only time we allow each other the benefit of admiring each other’s sexuality and physicality, and I adore the attention he’s paying to me now. That both of them are. I wish I could have it with me at all times, that they could shower me with affection always, but dammit, that’s how trouble starts, and I can’t allow either one of them that benefit.
Tru comes up next to me and puts their tongue in my mouth in a juicy attempt at a kiss, and when they come up for air, they grin.
They sit on Ev’s crotch in front of me, and their hands come up behind their head to grab mine so I kiss them again, and then they move my affection to their neck, onto their shoulders, down to their waist until I get to their hole. I tug at the muscle with my tongue once, twice, three times, then reach for the lube and squirt it all over them and Ev’s cock. Both clench as I take hold of Ev and push him inside Tru, a groan blowing out of Everett, while Tru drops over his body and whimpers in Ev’s mouth.
I help them both get into a rhythm, the sight of Everett’s manhood pumping in and out of someone else’s hole making my dick pulse with the need for attention. I rub my hands on my own cock, already enough lube on them to cover my length, and I sit back behind Tru, holding my cock close to Ev’s, and try to push through.
Ev stretches his hands on either side, holding Tru’s hands, their fingers laced together, looking into each other’s eyes while Tru takes deep breaths and exhales even louder.
When I slide inside them, I have to pause because I’m about to become undone. They’re so tight and Ev’s cock so thick that I feel every stroke with double the force.
I steady my hands on their waist, wrapping around it on either side for better grip, and ease myself as far as I can go until Tru is not just whimpering, but screaming in pleasure. Ev’s groan echoes across the room, and I let myself go and join in on this sexy symphony.
“Yes, my darlings, fuck me. Fuck… me. Go on,” they say after a few moments, and I obey.
My gaze lands on Ev’s and Tru’s still linked fingers and how they seem to be made to fit into one another.
I lower my body on Tru’s back and move my hands to touch theirs, trying to lace my fingers with theirs. And we stay there like that until we both come a few moments later.
The orgasm courses through my body like a shot of liquid fire, spreading on every place it touches and leaving its charred mark to wallow in for hours, hell, even days, after.
I pull out of Tru, feeling both broken and whole at the same time, and collapse next to Everett. Tru gets off Ev and sits on the other side of him stroking their length.
“Who wants to drink me up?” They smirk.
Ev scoots down to the middle of the bed, right under Tru’s cock, but he’s not the only one who wants a taste of that. I crawl down next to him and watch Tru pump their dick.
Their face becomes a painting of complex human emotions and for a moment, for a snapshot of a second, I can see the fascination Ev has with painting and capturing emotion like it’s an elusive rare butterfly out in the wild, wild world.
Tru’s seed shoots out and some of it lands on my chin, some more on my cheek, and a little drop on my tongue. Tru uses their fingers to slide the rest into my mouth then does the same for Ev before coming down for a kiss with both of us.
“That was hot,” they say when we’re all lying next to each other, trying to catch our breaths.
“Fuck yeah,” Ev says.
I grunt as my eyes feel heavier.
“Now, let’s feed you boys so you can get all your strength for another round. Or two,” they say and slide out of bed.
When they get to the door, they turn around and smile.
“Oh, and next time, you better be prepared to take it, too,” they say and walk out.
