I observe their proximity curiously. “You guys touching like that is new,” I say, wiping my wet cheeks.
“We came to a bit of an understanding while we were in town today,” Seb says softly.
I smile, a little flicker of joy reigniting in my chest. “Can we talk about that instead?”
B shakes his head with a smile. “Why don’t we talk about how we’re leaving in the morning? It’s not safe here anymore either. We need to be with our friends—our family.”
I look away. “I like being with just you guys. I wish we didn’t have to go back.” I wiggle my ass in Seb’s lap and smirk when he starts to harden beneath me. My eyes snap to his, and he raises an eyebrow.
“Do you think where we are changes anything, Fi?”
I shrug. “I dunno. Maybe. Being a throuple in the real world is hard. I’ve seen the shit that Charlie goes through firsthand. Maybe I don’t want that for you guys.”
“Aww, baby,” B purrs. “Are you worried aboutus? We already had this talk, and neither of us plan on leaving you anytime soon.”
“Sooo, you guys are just cool seeing each other’s dicks all the time then?” I giggle. “Sorry, that was crude of me.”
Brantley leans over and when he speaks, his lips brush the shell of my ear. “Not only are we okay with looking now, but we’re okay with touching—all the touching.”
The heat that already started pulsing between my legs intensifies, and I turn to look between him and Seb. “Prove it.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
SEBASTIAN
Igently remove Fi from my lap then crawl over to Michaels. I lean forward and kiss him, and my world tilts. When it rights itself something clicks into place.
I’m kissing a guy.
I’m kissing Brantley Michaels—the hockey player I once admired, the immature smart-mouth I once tolerated, the broken man I’m now realizing that I long to keep.
My entire body is aflame as our lips move together. It’s different from kissing Fi, but not unpleasant. Far from it. These two are constantly knocking gender norms on their asses because where Fi is forceful and aggressive, Michaels’s mouth is soft and gentle, yet insistent and needy. His whole demeanor bleeds raw emotion as our hands start to wander, sliding over curved biceps and firm asses.
My cock is already thickening. As we both rise onto our knees, his hardness presses against mine with electric friction, and for the first time since I started entertaining the idea of a threesome, I’m not scared. I’m confident and horny as fuck.
“Take your clothes off, Stitch,” I growl aggressively, and hewhimpers into my mouth. I pull away and lock eyes with Fi. “You too.”
I sit back against the couch, my fingers flexing against the soft carpet as I watch them yank off shirts and shimmy out of pants. My dick throbs, and I want to touch myself so badly, but I’m positive I won’t last long if I do. I want to enjoy this. I want to feel every second of it. For once, I’m not submitting to pleasure to force myself to forget, and it’s freeing.
Fi finishes undressing first, tossing her bra behind her as she drops to her knees in front of me, completely nude. I marvel at the pale, dimpled skin of her thighs, the gentle curve of her breasts, and the way her brownish-pink nipples harden when I crawl forward and graze my fingers over them. She moans loudly, pushing her tits into my hands. I lean in, suck one of her buds into my mouth, and roll it between my teeth.
Michaels is on my other side, and his large hands tug insistently at the waistband of my shorts. I huff with annoyance when I have to pull away from Fi, but lift one leg and then the other, allowing him to remove my shorts and boxers.
My cock springs free and presses against Fi’s stomach when I reposition myself, our warm skin mingling. I resist the urge to rut against her because fuck, she feels good.
Now that I’m leaning over Fi, Michaels scoots in close behind me, and I try not to tense when I feel his hard length pressing into my ass crack.
“Relax, Bastian,” he rumbles. “I’m like a sexy vampire; I always ask permission before I enter.”
I swallow and let out a shaky laugh, then continue sucking on Fi’s breasts. Hot breath teases the muscles of my back before Michaels drops soft kisses along my shoulder blades and feathers his hands along the ridges of my abs, the rough pads of his fingers grazing the tip of my cock. I choke on a groan. Being sandwiched between two warm bodies is sensory overload in the best possible way.
Fi pulls my face to hers and kisses me. It’s all tongue and teeth, and the metallic taste of blood mingles with the taste of her as she bites my lower lip. Then, she pushes me against Michaels’s hard chest. His cock nestles farther between my cheeks, and I inadvertently whine, wiggling against him.
“Whoa, big guy.” Michaels grips my biceps and gives me a warning squeeze. “Keep moving like that, and I’ll be coming really quickly.”
“What…,” I start, but Fi drops her head and takes the tip of my cock into her mouth. “Fuck,” I moan. My head falls back against Michaels’s shoulder, and I turn my face, staring at his scar. I press a tender kiss against it and hear his breath catch.
He sucks my neck in return, his tongue lingering over my pulse point. Then, he takes two fingers and slips them into my mouth. I suck on them, saliva dripping down my chin, before he removes them and slides them between our bodies, right against my tight rim.
