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Raleigh tenses at that, his head turning to look. I shake my head, still hiding behind his shoulder. Our bodies are slicked with sweat, breathing together in the silence.
“West,” says Raleigh, still looking over his shoulder. The stark plea in his voice has me looking up.
His eyes are shining, too.
“Need you, West,” he says, reaching a hand around between us to grasp my cock, trying to line me up, pressing his hips back and drawing a shudder from Callahan.
He’s not ready for this. We’re not. I’m not.
If you do this, he’ll know. They’ll both know.
I keep my eyes on his but grasp his wrist, stilling him.
“Okay.”
Raleigh breathes deeply, letting me back away so I can get what I need from the nightstand. Callahan strokes his back, pulling him back down to kiss her, the heat flaring between them as though it had never ebbed.
I roll on the condom, slicking myself quickly, trying not to touch too much, my control already strained. Climbing up behind him again, I press his hips with one hand to keep him still, sliding my slick fingers over the globes of his ass, then down over the split between them. Raleigh arches his back to get closer, just the hint of a touch there enough to bring forth a moan.
“Easy.” He relaxes his back, but the taut expectation is written in every quivering inch of his skin. Callahan’s eyes are wide and bright, watching me work him open. When Raleigh moans again and presses back onto my fingers, she licks her lips.
The gift of her—her openness, her generosity, her need, her absolute acceptance—has never been so clear in my mind, and I have to clench my teeth to keep the truth from spilling out.
Instead, I take my time with Raleigh, working him open, testing the stretch of his muscle and teasing him until he’s shaking nonstop between us.
“Please.” He gasps for the hundredth time. “West, please.”
I set a hand on the back of his neck, holding him in place.
“I know what you need,” I say, leaning close to bite his earlobe, the head of my cock brushing up against his lubed hole. I start to push. Raleigh holds his breath.
“Breathe, baby,” whispers Callahan. Her hands move down to his ass, helping me hold him open.
“Breathe,” I agree, “and bear down.”
It takes several long minutes, the longest minutes of my life, working my way into his body. When I’m almost all the way in, I push up off of them, not moving where we’re joined.
Raleigh is a babbling mess.
“Please, West, please.” Callahan isn’t in much better shape, her color high, her hips subtly rocking up against Raleigh’s, like she’s trying to be still and can’t help herself. Raleigh’s face is red, his eyes open and unseeing.
I press into him that last couple of inches, gripping his hips hard enough to leave marks. They both cry out, testing the absolute edge of my control. I breathe through the need to pound him through the mattress, sliding back and starting another slow press forward.
“West, please.” Raleigh is desperate for it, trying to shove himself back on my dick and the tether on my self-control snaps.
I thrust into him, hard.
“What’s that, pretty boy?” I say, growling now and thrusting like I want, giving in to the clawing need to consume them both. I circle a hand around Callahan’s throat, leaning down to kiss her, to mark her, as I fuck him fast. “I didn’t catch that. Something you want?” I ask, thrusting into him sharply with every word.
Raleigh is beyond speech, moaning and crying out and shaking apart. He comes, his mouth falling open in a silent scream. Callahan follows him almost immediately, her nails digging into the muscles of his back. Two more slick thrusts and I have to come because the world is over, wiped out of existence and the only thing left is that beacon, shining in the dark around us.
24
Callahan
The change in West is remarkable. Twice he brings me lunch at Hale House, coaches Raleigh through résumé writing and a handful of practice interviews, and turns into a model boyfriend. I suspect Raleigh sleeping at his apartment might have something to do with the sudden attention. Or maybe West had a wake-up call. Whatever it was, he’s not sharing.
I don’t have much room to talk. The day they got caught by Raleigh’s parents was a wake-up call for me, too, though nobody knows it but me.
