“Oh my God,” Frankie moaned in a deep, needy cry as her nails dug into my other thigh, both of their fingers gripping my flesh as I pushed into her body over and over again.
My cock was still rock hard, and through the haze of pleasure, I could feel another orgasm building inside of me.
“Keep going, Sunshine,” Trav commanded, and I finally opened my eyes, locking my stare on him as he pulled her head up off his chest with a handful of hair so she could arch her back and take me, meeting me thrust for thrust. “Fucking take his cock, Shade. He needs your body right now. He’s going to lose himself in how damn good you feel.”
“You both,” I hissed, fighting to get air into my lungs as I described the pleasure I was getting into existence, admitting to it and risking outrage from Trav. “Fuck, you both feel so damn good.”
“Use us,” Frankie pushed back, meeting me, and Trav growled, eyes rolling with pleasure. “Jesus, we’re all going to come again. Please, God, come again for me, boys.”
“Can’t help it,” I gasped, and Trav lost his restraint as he careened towards another orgasm. He dug his heels into the bed, lifting his knees up behind me and pushing me into Frankie even deeper as he lifted us both with his strong body, fucking up into her. “God. Fuck. Travis.”
“Yes!” She cried out, and I wrapped my hand around her jaw, covering her mouth and holding her still to take us as she came. Her orgasm instantly spurred my own on, and I filled her ass with even more come. Seconds later, Trav’s body convulsed beneath us both, and his hushed curses filled the room as his balls jerked underneath mine.
The only noise in the room was our ragged breaths and the wisps of pleasure lingering in the air around us until I forced myself to pull out of her used body, slowly, as she winced.
“Easy,” I kissed her shoulder and rolled off the bed to go clean up in the bathroom.
I paused at the sink with only the nightlight illuminating my face in the mirror, and I stared at my reflection. Bracing my palms on the countertop, my chest still heaved like my body hadn’t caught up to the fact that it was over.
The man in the mirror looked different somehow. My hair was a mess, my skin flushed, the kind of raw, wrecked look I usually saw in Frankie after we’d wrung her out between us. Except for this, it wasn’t just about her.
It was him too.
And me.
My eyes fell shut, replaying it all in my mind. The feel of Frankie shuddering between us, the heat of her body stretched to take us both. But layered over that—Travis.
His legs pressed against mine as we moved in sync.
His hand gripping my hip, steadying me while I drove into her.
The way his body brushed mine, the way the pressure doubled in my chest each time, sharp and electric.
It hadn’t been just her making me come undone.
And, fuck, I liked it.
I blew out a shaky breath, staring at myself again. Did that mean I was bi? Was that what this was? The thought twisted in my chest; it didn’t feel right. I wasn’t—I didn’t like men.
I didn’t even like Travis.
I didn’t crave him when Frankie wasn’t there. I didn’t picture him when I closed my eyes.
But in bed, in that moment, sharing her, sharing the rhythm, touching him because he was touching her, I hadn’t wanted to pull away. I’d wanted more.
I had wanted all of it.
My fingers curled against the porcelain sink, knuckles white. Maybe it wasn’t about labels, maybe it wasn’t about being bi or straight, maybe it was just us.
Frankie.
Travis.
Me.
The three of us together in ways that made sense only when we were tangled up like that, no rules, no definitions. I wasn’t in love with Travis. But I loved him. Trusted him with my life. And if his touch, his weight, his presence lit me up when we were both inside of her, then maybe that didn’t need a name.
Maybe it just needed to be real.
