“God,” He moaned, remembering too, “Hannah crawled under your body and took your cock while I gave you mine. She was fucking wild that night. It was the first time we’d all had sex at the same time and then we never stopped.”
“Not until recently.” I shamefully admitted. “I didn’t realize how badly I missed feeling you both at the same time until she took us both the other night.”
“She’s perfect for us.”
“And that’s why I’m going to do whatever it takes to give her what she wants.” I slammed into him repeatedly as we both chased ecstasy. “We have to. She’ll never leave us, but she’ll never be fully happy if we don’t.”
“I know.” He grunted, fighting my hold and bending at the waist to rest his forehead on the back of the couch. “I’m desperate to give it to her. I want it as well, though.”
“A woman?”
“Yes,” He cried, “I know that’s fucked up, but I want to fuck another woman with Hannah. With you.”
“Me too.”
I slammed into him as his admission forced my balls to pulse and pump come into his ass, but he held off.
I barely stopped thrusting when he pulled off my cock and pushed me down onto the couch, straddling my waist while he stroked his cock. “Yes.” He moaned, tipping his head back when I crouched down and took him into my mouth, swallowing him as he started coming. “Fuck, yes!”
I sucked him down and watched his whole body jerk and twitch from coming so hard as he fell onto the couch beside me, panting and gasping for air.
“I hate you.” He teased, peeking at me from one eye. “I wanted to cover you with my come.”
“I know.” I slapped my hand down on his bare thigh and then teased one of his balls, making him jump in agony because of their post-nut sensitivity. “But I didn’t want to be sticky the rest of the day.” I leaned over his face and kissed him, dominating him with my mouth. “And I make the rules of where the come goes around here. Not you.”
“Fucker.” He cursed as I stood up and walked to the bathroom.
“What do you say we surprise Hannah at work and go for a ride?”
“All of us?” He questioned, standing up to follow me. “I don’t remember the last time we just went for a ride like that.”
“That’s the point,” I smirked, running water and getting cleaned up.
“Hmm,” He hummed, pushing me aside to get a cloth wet. “Regardless of what happens with or without Lex, maybe she wasn’t the worst thing to happen to our relationship after all.”
“Only time will tell.”
Chapter 12 – Hannah
The red stain that I painted on my lips reminded me of her.
Lex.
I picked it out because of that, but I wouldn’t admit it out loud. The guys didn’t care; they kept trying to reassure me they didn’t hold my obsession with her against me. Even Brody, and that was proving the power of a good fucking helping in my case. She intrigued him, and that excited me.
But tonight wasn’t about her. Tonight was about me.
About the guys.
About seeing if I was really as into women as I thought I was. I spent the last few days searching lesbian porn like my life depended on it, hoping for a sign.
And all I seemed to get out of it was an incredibly high sex drive and then a tender pussy after Knox or Brody answered my pleas to be pleasured.
I was into women. Sexually, I was aroused by them, especially in sensual and erotic scenes like the ones I’d found on a few high-class sites. It wasn’t raunchy or cringy. It wasn’t even over the top.
It was passionate.
It was erogenous.
And I wanted that more than anything else I could remember in my recent adult life. I wanted to feel the softness of a woman’s touch on my body. I craved it.
I craved seeing the guys witness that moment and then join in, giving me that mix of masculinity I ached for when I imagined sex with a woman. I wanted both.
And I guess that’s what helped me realize I was bisexual. Or at least into the femininity of sex.
So tonight, I would put it to the test.
I had to know if another woman could live up to the fantasies I’d crafted in my head of Lex and the guys together with me. I had to put up, or shut up, because living in this perpetual limbo was killing me.
It was bringing me and the guys closer in ways. Physically, one or both of them had been inside of my body at every waking moment the last week. Last night, I even woke up to Knox licking my sore clit with a dirty little grin on his face while Brody fucked him from the end of the bed.
We were all ravenous. I felt starved of something I’d never tasted, but could think of nothing else.
So we were going to a house party in the hills. The group hosting it was called Sinners. It was a lifestyle club, featuring a plethora of attributes including memberships, discretion, and a never-ending pool of willing candidates to play with.
Thanks to Dallin and Reyna’s connection with the founding members, we received an exclusive invite to their biggest party of the season. I didn’t ask questions when Knox presented me with the thick black cardstock invite yesterday. I simply looked at him and felt settled in the finality of it all.
We were going to play.
