Page 70 of What We May Be

Charlie nudged his chin up with a kiss. “Make love to me, Trevor. I want to feel all of my best friend.”

Powerless to hold back, he surged over her. With his forearms on the mattress on either side of her head, his hands framing her face, their eyes locked, he drove inside her, hard and deep. Charlie gasped, nuzzling her face into one of his hands and nipping his palm.

“Home,” Sean whispered behind him, and Trevor’s heart stuttered. Leaning over him, Sean ravaged his mouth again with a deep, plundering kiss, contradicting the simplicity of that single word.

Sean pulled away, kissing down Trevor’s spine. Overload threatened again as Charlie kissed across his chest and hitched her legs higher, taking him deeper. And when Sean’s tongue glided down his crack and circled his rim, there was no stopping his forward thrust. Into Charlie while Sean held tight to his hips and pushed his tongue into him. Asked to make a choice which was better, Charlie’s center clenching around his cock or Sean’s tongue breaching his hole, he’d refuse to answer. He didn’t have to choose. He was lucky enough to have both.

Mind-blowing, intimate, extraordinary.

Charlie bowed beneath him, her heels pressing urgently into his ass, and Trevor sharpened his focus on her. He wanted to make this wonderful for his best friend too. Needed to. His strokes were deep, claiming, and Charlie met him thrust for thrust. Sean kept up with them as well, taking hold of Charlie’s ankles and driving Trevor in deeper. Together, they pushed her harder and faster until she careened over the edge with a shout. Three strokes later, Sean shoved two spit-slicked fingers into Trevor’s hole, aimed directly at his prostate, and Trevor planted to the hilt inside Charlie and groaned his release into her neck, joining her in oblivion.

And then he was ripped out of it in the best way possible. Sean hauled him up and back, across his spread thighs, and trickled cool lube down his crack, spreading it around and in his hole. “I’m not gonna last long.” His voice sounded as wrecked as Trevor felt. “Watching you two, tasting you on my tongue again. Fuck, I want in here.”

“Then get in there,” Charlie said from in front of them, her legs still spread, and Trevor stretched forward with his upper body. He licked a long, slow swipe through her folds, lapping up their combined release and humming in pleasure. He lingered there for a blissful moment, in the taste and smell of them, before continuing to her clit and sucking hard on the bundle of nerves, causing Charlie to buck.

“Fucking hell,” Sean cursed behind him, then tunneled into Trevor’s ass, burying his dick inside him.

Trevor groaned. His senses, his soul, were full. Of the taste of him and Charlie that he couldn’t get enough of, continuing to lick and suck and building her up again. Of Sean thrusting inside him, pegging his already sensitive prostate. Just this side of pain but fucking incredible. Of the scent of sex and the sounds of Charlie’s keening and Sean’s grunts, music to his fucking ears.

A perfect three-part harmony that played a hell of an encore, Charlie’s thighs trembling on either side of his head as she bucked off the bed, coming hard a second time against his mouth. Sean burying himself with one last thrust and coming inside Trevor, the warm gush of his come—the “I love you” and “Come, baby” from his partners—the final sparks that lit Trevor from the inside and had him coming again in the arms of the two people he’d never stopped loving.

Never would.

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