Page 67 of The Air You Breathe

Darcy cooked an amazing dinner, with biscuits, gravy, chicken fried steak, mashed potatoes, and green beans. When we sat down, I couldn’t help myself, I scarfed down the food desperate for relief from my stomach grumbles.

We were all silent while we ate except for the occasional groans Evan and I made.

“Damn, Darcy, that was fucking delicious.” I leaned back in my chair catching Darcy’s gaze on my chest.

“It was exactly what we needed.” Evan stretched out and Darcy looked at him. Lust slowly made her eyes look darker.

She clearly wanted both of us, but was she going to make the first move or did I need to offer a little push? I got up to grab the empty plates off the table, kissing her cheek as I picked up her plate too.

“I can wash the dishes,” she said, getting up to follow me.

“No, you cooked, the least I can do is clean,” I said, putting the dishes on the side of the sink, seeing her picking up things from the stove. “Darcy, I can do the dishes.” I took a spatula from her hand, pushing her away with my hand on her stomach as Evan came behind her with our glasses.

“Let us clean the kitchen.” Evans' voice held a little authority.

“We got it.” I leaned down to kiss her softly, but I couldn’t help myself, pressing my lips to her firmly, tracing my tongue along the seam of her mouth. She opened up to me, but I wanted just a little taste. I sucked her lip before pulling away, seeing her blush as I took a quick glance and saw Evan hadn’t left.

I was taking a gamble because we never talked about what the hell we were doing or if any of us wanted. The looks she was giving both of us was enough to make me test the waters. I turned her around so she could see he was still here.

“I think he wants a taste, Darcy,” I said, in her ear, seeing Evan looking at her lips.

Evan stepped forward hesitantly like he was giving her a chance to back away from this. When she didn’t stop him, I pushed her gently into him and they both hesitated for a second before they crashed into each other.

Evan threaded a hand gripping her blonde strands in his hand as he devoured her. I don’t know what Darcy did to us but I felt that same urgency, the need to consume her like she was the air I needed to breathe.

Stepping closer to her I kissed the side of her neck, testing the waters, wondering if I should push us a little farther. I ran a hand up her ribs, kissing her shoulder, nibbling at her flesh, tasting her as she gasped between us. She turned her head to me, looking intoxicated with lust before I captured her lips in mine for a demanding kiss.

“Tell us what you want, Darcy.” I said, against her lips.

“You’re in charge, Darcy,” Evan mumbled against her neck.

“I want—” She looked unsure for a second and I backed away immediately.

“Darcy, we don’t have to do this,” I said, feeling disappointed, but I wouldn’t push her.

“I want this, I want both of you.” She reached for me, pulling me close to her again. “I need both of you.” She whimpered.

Evan immediately picked her up, grunting from the pain I'm sure he was feeling as he carried her to the bedroom. I followed, palming my cock, ready for a release and wondering how this was going to work out. I had never had a threesome before, but it seemed Darcy was giving me a lot of my firsts and I was definitely okay with it.

Darcy and Evan fell onto the bed as he kissed her, grinding himself in between her legs. I walked to the other side of the bed and sat by her head, taking advantage when Evan kissed his way down her neck, to bring her in for a kiss that held promise for all the orgasms I was ready to give her.

“I’m still mad at you, Evan,” she moaned against my mouth. “But orgasms do help your case.”

“Let me fuck the anger out of you, Darcy,” he said, against her skin.

I chuckled as I kissed her again, trying to reach for her hem without breaking our kiss. When I felt Evan bringing up her shirt, I pulled the shirt over her mouth, but I stopped before I brought it over her eyes, keeping her hands up too.

“Don’t move or else we won’t give you an orgasm,” I said, kissing her again, seeing Evan kiss down her stomach.

Fuck, this might be the best sexual experience of my life. We should try making an Eiffel Tower.

I picked her up enough to snap off her bra, bringing it up around her arms, wanting to secure it so she really couldn’t move her arms. The thought of her restrained, with us pleasing her, had me pulling away to take my sweats off, pumping myself twice before I got back on to the bed. Evan was pulling down her leggings kissing each thigh before he spread her open.

“Goddamn, Darcy, I’ve missed your sweet pussy,” he said, before he licked her.

“Fuck,” Darcy gasped, as I leaned over her head to suck on her nipple. She licked my pec before biting down on it. Grunting at the pain, I bit her back to give her a taste of her own medicine, as I licked and sucked on her nipple to ease the pain of the bite. Kissing and sucking my way to her other nipple, giving it the same attention, working with Evan to bring her to orgasm for us. It wasn’t long before she shouted her release.

I kissed her as she came down, feeling her pull at the t-shirt that was covering her eyes. She ran her hand over my head trying to grip at the little hair I had, and I really needed my hair to grow faster.

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