“Nightstand behind you,” Marcus states matter-of-factly. “Probably feeling a little neglected lately, come to think of it.”
Lauren giggles. “Because you’ve been getting railed by Caleb instead.”
“Not nearly as often as I’d like though.” Marcus pouts, fixing me with a pointed look.
“Chopped liver,” Lauren sing-songs playfully.
She and I haven’t had actual penetrative sex, but we certainly—and I meandefinitely—have gotten very good at mastering our oral game. Holy frig. Even if she is never ready to get to that point with anyone besides Marcus, I’m by no means feeling dejected at all.
Marcus snorts. “Do not lay there and try to convince me that your needs are not all being met as well, woman. Christ, just last week you were bragging about how Caleb gave you, and I quote, thebestorgasm you’ve ever had.”
“Oh, I did, did I?” I smirk at her smugly. “Funny, you didn’t admit that to my face. When was that?”
Lauren scoffs. “I fucking squirted—squir-ted—on your face, Caleb. I would think that would be admission enough. Hell, I thought the female squirt was just a goddamnfableup until that point!”
Marcus and I both just start laughing, then he yanks his hand out of my pants, where he has been lazily stroking me—keeping me hard, but not taking itfurther—to fist-bump me.
“Oh-ho-ho,” Lauren remarks, rearing away to regard Marcus and me equally, “Don’t you startbro-ing it out, acting like passing me back and forth is some sort of accomplishment in the Kingdom of Brochacholand.”
“Oh, no, that’s not—” I start to sign, but Marcus cuts me off by, at the same time, saying, “You don’tseriouslythink that, do you?”
She just blinks, her head rolling between the two of us.
“Lo, the absolute last thing you are is a possession to me. The same goes for Caleb, that much I know,” Marcus states, looking to me for confirmation, which I nod to. “You know how much I love when the three of us can all get together, and share in the love makingtogether, but you know as well as I do how infrequently that can be accomplished—because, fuckin’ life, you know?”
She nods, chewing on her lip. Rare vulnerability showing.
“Marco does not lose his Polo,” he says, sounding like it’s a much-needed reminder for her, before kissing her lips.
She rolls over, still locked in their kiss, as it intensifies. His hand slips from my waist, coming up to tangle in her hair. He angles her head slightly, deepening their mashing of lips and the dance of their tongues. She whimpers into his mouth, he groans, and I’m just over here in awe—growing even harder while watching them engage in this act of intimacy.
It’s quite clear he’s attempting to prove to her that she’s more than just a toy to us, and it’s also just as evident that she’s realizing she can believe it. As she should because she's entirely too precious to both of us. Her hips roll into him, he moans again, and I'm eager to join in however I can.
They break apart, lips both kiss-swollen and red. All I can see in his eyes is pure want, and I can envision hers are showing the same thing. She reaches behind her, tugging me in closer.
“God, one of you please fuck me,” she sighs, grinding her hips into both of us simultaneously.
Marcus lifts his head, plying me with a questioning look. Without a word, I sit up, slip off my pants, and lean back against the headboard. I spread my legs and encourage Lauren to lay back between them, resting her back on my chest. Once she’s nestled in, I brush her hair off to one shoulder, and start kissing down her neck, and she relaxes into me.
I reach around her and sign to Marcus. “Get in here, and let’s show her what she means to us both.” I hope my facial expression conveys the emphasis I want to put on the wordboth.
I bend at the knees a little, angling her hips better, as he kneels in front of her, between our legs. With one hand cupping her breast, the other slides down her body, until my fingers land between her warm, wet pussy lips. I gently spread them apart, baring her to Marcus—who, despite being gay—looks like he’s just laid eyes on some prized gift.
The second the pad of my middle finger swirls around her clit, she cries out, arching her neck back and resting her head on my shoulder. I nip at her earlobe before moving down to her jaw, then onto the sensitive skin of her throat. Marcus lines himself up at her entrance while I continue to tease her clit and knead her breast.
“Lo,my fucking god, you are an absolute dream,” he moans, feeding her his inches.
“Mmph!” she whimpers, when he’s fully seated to the hilt and he starts pumping into her.
“Am I hurting you, baby?” he checks in with her.
She shakes her head. “N-no,” she breathes out. “No, it feels good.Sogood. F-fuck, I love your cock.”
He grins, looking quite pleased with himself. Rightfully so, it’s not everyday a gay man ever gets to hear that from a hetero woman. But, then again, his sexuality (much like his wardrobe, in a sense) is quite fluid. And when it comes to their roles in the bedroom, as well as theirrelationship? They both tend to take those labels and toss ‘em right out the window. In what they’ve found in each other, they’ve found what is right for them, and I’m just grateful to be along for the ride.
As Marcus thrusts into her harder, he takes me by complete surprise by leaning in, completely over Lauren, and presses his lips to mine. The arms he was propping himself up on the bed with bracket my head when his hands meet the headboard and grip on for stability. He uses the momentum from that new position to piston into her deeper and to press his forehead to mine.
“Rock her upwards from below,” he pants, his breath hot and heavy between us. And, holy shit, it catches me off guard that he’s being a little assertive for once.
