Page 127 of Right Side of Paradise
“Soul, fuck…your hands.”
It went on and on.
Me arching, him stroking.
The whole time I thought about his shorts still being on and how his only focus was me. And it sent my hips hitching harder, my heart beating faster.
This wasn’t fair.
It wasn’t fucking fair.
The last time he had me on this table we were talking about being each other’s metamours. Now he had my legs open and dick in his fist while I was fighting for my fucking life.
Three of them.
I fell for all three of my best friends this summer. And I didn’t have a single regret.
I loved us.
Would do anything for us.
And nowimpossiblewasn’t the first thought I had when the idea of us being a forever thing crossed my mind.
Ideservedthis. We deserved each other.
And that thought made me wanna come.
My balls tightened, my neck strained. I was falling apart on this table, and it felt like the most natural thing to do.
“Soul, I think I’m…coming.”
“Then come for me, handsome.” Soul stroked me until my body pulsed violently and the only thing I could feel was his hands and the cum spilling from my tip.
Warm spurts hit my stomach and chest, marking me with my own release.
Some time later, my dick softened against my thigh and that’s when I realized Soul had let me go.
But his eyes were on me, dark with desire and satisfaction. “You okay?”
“Hell yeah,” I wheezed, laughing when his lips pulled into a knowing smile.
He removed the cushion from under my knees and helped me sit up on the side of the table. Standing between my legs, he held my face. “Tell me I can kiss you.”
It seemed almost backwards, him asking for a kiss after that, but I nodded, already lowering my mouth to his. “You can do a whole lot more than kiss me, Soul.”
I braced my hands at his waist and soaked in the warmth of his bare skin. Our lips moved against each other in slow exploration. He had the softest kisses and the most addicting touch. A combination that spelled trouble. I couldn’t get addicted to another person in this house. But I already was.
Soul owned me as much as Harlow and Rico did. He always had.
“You’re mine now.” He kissed me briefly and stared at me. “I’ve been hooked on you all summer. I feel like I’ve been yours for a while, but now that I know you want me too, we not going back.”
I held his waist, silently agreeing. The only thing that felt different was the physical. Emotionally, I’d been his this whole time.
“Let’s take a shower,” he said softly, rubbing his thumb along my neck. I was sitting here with my briefs around my knees and cum all over my stomach because of him, and now he was handling me like he was scared to hurt me. It was like a flip had switched and he wanted to take care of me in other ways now that he’d made me see stars.
“And when we get out, I’m not gonna stop kissing you until I come.”
I spoke too soon.Too fucking soon.
