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“Winnie.Winniewinniewinnie. Winnie, baby,” Lucky whispered so quietly that Winston doubted Calvin would’ve heard it. Hell, Winston almost didn’t hear it. But he did, and he heard the heartbreak in Lucky’s voice. Winston wished that he could be enough for Lucky.
“You feel so good, Winnie.” Lucky took the lobe of Winston’s ear between his teeth and gently nibbled. “Look at him, Calvin. Isn’t Winnie beautiful like this?”
Winston opened his eyes and found Calvin peering directly into his soul. His face was expressionless. And then suddenly it wasn’t. Calvin looked at Winston, raked his gaze slowly over his body, and then he looked at Lucky.
“Winston is beautiful.”
Winston flailed and grabbed onto the arm that Lucky had slung around his chest still. He held tight, digging his nails into Lucky’s flesh. Even with his eyes squeezed shut, he could feel the way Calvin’s eyes never wavered from him. It made him hot all over, like it was something taboo. Something illicit. Like it were even possible for something that was programmed to want for nothing, to want Winston regardless of his coding.
Teeth scraped against Winston’s shoulder and he let out a startled cry as his cock twitched, trying to come, but not able to.
“Lucky. Fuck… I need. I need.” Winston fell forward. Pressing his cheek against the bed, he arched his back and kept his ass in the air. Lucky’s hands latched onto Winston’s hips, and he slammed into him again and again.
Winston reached between his legs and wrapped his hand around his cock. Precum leaked from the tip like he had it on tap. It wasn’t enough. It was too much.
He needed it to be over.
He never wanted it to end.
These were the moments that made it easy to be with Lucky. The moments where nothing else existed except for the two of them.
The three of them today. Winston thought of Calvin and his barely-there skirt. The cock nestled under it, not quite hidden from anyone determined to sneak a peek. The way Calvin looked at Winston made him feel like he could hide nothing from him.
Lucky pulled out suddenly, leaving Winston briefly bereft as he was flipped over. Lucky folded Winston’s legs against his chest and slammed back inside him. His hips pistoned faster. Harder. The desperation to come increased to nuclear meltdown levels. Winton’s balls were so tight and full that he felt like they were going to burst. He let out a keening cry into Lucky’s mouth. Their tongues tangled as Lucky reached between them and released Winston’s cock ring.
Air left his lungs. His muscles arched, contracted, clenched, and his whole body shook as he came. His ass clenched around Lucky’s cock, squeezing it until Lucky was equally breathless. Just as destroyed. Just as empty as Winston was.
But Winston wasn’t empty now. Lucky’s cum had marked him on the inside. Filled him with warmth and belonging. Possession.
Lucky collapsed on top of Winston, then rolled onto his back. He dragged Winston with him so he was pillowed on Lucky’s chest. They panted as they tried to catch their breath. Lucky kissed Winston’s head and brushed the hair off his face with a tenderness that made Winston ache.
“God, I needed that,” Lucky said with a sigh.
Winston might have responded if he hadn’t been preoccupied with Calvin and the way he stared at them from his seat across the room.
CHAPTER TWELVE_
SO MANY QUESTIONS
Lucky wasthe kind of guy who fell asleep after sex. He curled himself around Winston and held him like an octopus, clinging to Winston as he slept. Winston couldn’t find it in himself to sleep. Not only was there still a party going on downstairs, but Winston could feel Calvin’s presence in the room.
Winston looked at Lucky. He brushed the hair off his forehead, and Lucky didn’t stir. The quality of the sex had never been their issue. Their issue was that Winston wasn’t enough for someone like Lucky. Lucky was bright and adventurous, and he needed things that Winston couldn’t give him.
He wished it could be different. That he and Lucky could be enough for each other. But sometimes love wasn’t enough. Winston knew that. Lucky knew that. And Winston would rather keep Lucky in his life as a friend than risk losing him entirely.
Winston slipped out of bed and pulled a pair of sweatpants on. “Follow me,” he said to Calvin.
Once they were downstairs, Winston looked at Calvin. “The party is over, please help me get everyone who doesn’t live here out.”
Calvin nodded, then made the rounds for Winston, who leaned up against the wall. His knees were weak, like his heart,like his resolve to not fall into bed with Lucky again had been. He wiped a hand down his face and let out a groan.
People filtered out, leaving their mess behind. When the last person was gone, Winston pushed himself away from the wall and went to the kitchen. He started a kettle and picked a tea from his stash. Vanilla, because it reminded him of Lucky and Winston was apparently a bit of an emotional masochist.
“Everyone’s gone.” Calvin entered the kitchen, still wearing his miniscule skirt. Winston shouldn’t find it so appealing, but he imagined how easy it would be for him to slip his sweats down and tell Calvin to bend him over the counter and fuck him stupid.
“Thanks, Cal. Did you have fun at the party?” Winston turned his attention back to the kettle, as if staring would make his water boil faster.
“People are fascinating to me. I enjoyed watching them.”
