Page 17 of Sicken of the Calm
I don’t think to fight it.
The buzz from the drinks I’vebeen having all night help me forget what I’m actually like. I sway with them.When Aisha tilts her head up in an obvious invitation, I forget to think, and Ikiss her, open-mouthed and deep. A hand runs through my hair and it takes itpressing around the back of my neck to realize it’s Ezra’s, clinching me in placelike a collar. I don’t know why that does it for me but I groan into Aisha’smouth. She takes it enthusiastically.
Ezra’s hands are on my hips,then, pressing hard, his head tilted sideways and his lips on Aisha’s neck.This is so far out of my comfort zone that I should be reeling, but I’m allswept up in them.
We keep moving just like that,wandering hands and lips and bodies, the music and people around us aninconsequential backdrop to the rhythm we’re creating ourselves. When Aishapulls back we’re all panting. Aisha has a hickey on her neck.
“I know someone from the house.Wanna go upstairs? He won’t mind,” she offers. Ezra nods immediately, butthey’re both looking at me. I don’t want to have a whole conversation withmyself about this – I nod.
Aisha grabs Ezra’s hand. Ezragrabs mine.
I’m not really thinking as wesqueeze like squid between the still swaying-grinding-swelling crowd. We breakthe surface of the surf as we climb some cordoned off stairs.
My heart is racing but my mind isblank, and not exactly in a good way. I’m scared. That belly-up vulnerabilitythat Ezra pulls out of me is so new, so raw and pink, that I don’t know if Ican stand anybody else seeing it. But then we’re at a door, Aisha grabs a keyon the top door ledge, the door is opening – we’re inside. The door closes andthe music immediately dampens, turning into little more than a chest beat.We’re underwater again, but now the waters are still and solitary.
Aisha drops Ezra’s hand but hedoesn’t let go of mine, and I’m ridiculously grateful. I know it isn’t normal,but I want us to stop and for Ezra to give me a blow-by-blow of exactly what’sabout to happen. I wonder if Ezra will do something that will make it obvious –what I like, whatwelike, and what if Aisha laughs? What if she tellspeople, my teammates-
“Hey,” Ezra says, and I startle,even though I don’t think it shows. He looks at me, searching my face, beforeleaning over. The hand not in mine lifts to squeeze the back of my neck and Ithink he’s going to kiss me. Instead, he presses his lips to my ear.
“I’ll sit behind her and you godown on her. I’ll tell you what to do. She’ll like that – and if you want tostop, say stop. This isn’t some…this is supposed to be fun. Nobody is going tothink anything if you wanna stop, ok?” he murmurs in my ear.
“Are you two gossiping about me?”Aisha says. Ezra pulls back a little. I look back at him, imagining what heproposed. Imagine Aisha splayed out, naked, every inch of her dark skin caughtbetween me and Ezra, hisvoice, saying-
I nod. He smiles.
“Yep,” Ezra says to Aisha, who’slooking at us curiously, but she doesn’t comment further.
Ezra steps behind me, plasteringhis front to my back. His arms wind around me and when he takes a step forwardI’m forced to follow. Aisha meets us in the middle, and now it’s two pairs ofhands on me, Ezra’s on my abs under my shirt, Aisha’s over it, trailing on mychest. Aisha leans up and we’re kissing, but this time it’s my neck Ezra’s lipsare on. He nuzzles the back of my ear, trailing his nose there, before movinglower. He kisses me softly, but the move is bellied by the sharp nails that diginto my stomach. I groan, pressing harder against Ezra’s chest, pulling Aishawith me. She’s a good kisser, the fullness of our lips making for a wet, richkiss. On my neck, Ezra’s mouth opens suddenly, my only warning a lick before hebites, sucking a mark on my neck. My hips twitch and Aisha rubs a thigh betweenmy legs. It’s almost too much – in a good way.
“Get her on the bed,” Ezra saysinto my ear when he’s done like he’s one of my thoughts. I press Aisha to move backwardsand she goes easily, kissing me harder for a moment before lying down when theback of her legs hits the bed. She lies back on it, stretching, utterlyconfident in her beauty in a way that’s both admirable and enviable.
Ezra tilts my head slightly,placing a chaste kiss on my lips. “Undress her,” he says, before moving back.
Aisha is wearing a colourfuldress that wraps around her, ending with a bow at her hip. I kneel between herlegs on the bed and pull at one of the bow-tails in a slow tease that surpriseseven me. The length of cloth unspools and I unwrap her like a present. Herbreath hitches slightly as I trail large hands over her, pushing the dress tothe sides, revealing miles of dark skin, interrupted only by a black bra anddeep green panties. I lean forward and press a kiss to her clavicle, to hershoulder, as I push the dress slowly down her arms, aware every second of Ezrawatching us like a touch on the back of my neck. Aisha arches and moves enoughfor the dress to be removed and cast aside.
“Take her bra off. Suck on hernipples,” Ezra says, and I don’t know how he can keep a straight face. Itshould be a line in cheesy porn, but it’s said so softly and intently that allit does is turn me on further. It seems to be working for Aisha too, being thecentre of physical attention like this because she puts her hands in my hairand makes a noise. I push the straps off her shoulders and scrape the bra downto her waist, giving myself time to fumble with the fastening as I take hernipple into my mouth. She arches up and I let the nub slide against the flat ofmy tongue before I close my lips, giving just the impression of teeth.
“He likes to have his hairpulled,” Ezra says. I’m almost distracted by the sudden, pleasurable yank of myhair, but I can’t help but notice the lack of command when Ezra addressesAisha.
I feel relief.
I unlatch her bra and move it tothe side.
“The other one,” Ezra says, andit takes me a moment before realizing what he means. I move to the otherbreast, giving it similar attention. My hands rub up and down her sides as shepulls on my hair. Like always, Ezra drags out the teasing for a while,participating no more than a guiding voice; kiss her neck, can he leave amark? Bite her there, lick up, kiss her, kiss her harder than that, Joaquin.Aisha is playing along with the patient game, shifting and moaning and pullingmy hair. Eventually, finally, he says, “Rub her through her panties.”
Both of us moan in relief as I dowhat I’m told. Ezra gets on the bed too, behind her, lifting her up a little soshe’s cradled in the V of his legs.
“Move down. You’re going to eather out,” Ezra tells me.
“Fuck, yes,” Aisha says. I grin,doing as I’m told. My fingers are still rubbing the now damp, thin material ofher panties, and Aisha is writhing a little, probably more in frustration thananything else.
Ezra and Aisha are looking ateach other, Aisha’s head tilted back as Ezra traces her lips like he did to methe other day. Just like me, Aisha catches his finger in her mouth, but shedoes it with her teeth, pressing down. Ezra grins.
“Take her panties off,” he tellsme, and I do it slowly, like he would, letting my hands touch a path of skinfrom her ass to her toes. When I return between her legs, I get on my stomach.
“I want you to get her pussy niceand wet, Joaquin. Wetter than it already is,” Ezra says, telling me exactly howhe wants it. I lick slowly, dragging the flat of my tongue up. Every time Ipass the sensitive nub at the top she squirms a little.
“Bastard,” Aisha says, and I knowshe doesn’t mean me. Ezra laughs a little.
