It starts as pressure, low and steady, gathering just out of reach. I feel it in the way my breath shortens, in the way my body tightens without me asking it to. Everything narrows. The world softens at the edges until there’s only this… pull.
I try to hold onto it. Stretch it out. But it keeps building anyway, rising in small waves that roll through me, each one a little stronger, a little harder to ignore. My fingers curl. My toes press into whatever’s beneath me. There’s a moment where I hover right on the edge of it, suspended, aware that something is about to tip.
And then it does.
It’s not a single instant. It’s a release that breaks open and keeps going, like something unwinds deep inside me. My body takes over, moving without permission, tightening and letting goin a rhythm I can’t control. My breath leaves me in a sound I don’t recognize as mine.
For a few seconds, I’m nowhere else.
Not thinking. Not watching myself. Just… inside it.
It spreads outward, warmth rushing through my chest, down my limbs, leaving everything loose in its wake. The tension that had been coiled so tight unravels all at once, and I feel it in every part of me.
Chapter Ten
Tom
I’m spooning Daniel, and I have a hard-on that won’t quit. I ignore my body’s demands for release and revel in the moment. The spouses are dozing in their post-coital bliss. I cherish being part of their moment of reconnection. Both Melanie and Daniel are lovely people, and even if I’ll never be invited in their bedroom again, I’ll always remember this night.
It’d been wonderful to watch Melanie please her husband and to have her clench around my fingers as she came. And when Daniel took her long and hard, Melanie did everything to include me into the moment —sweetly stroking my legs and sucking my cock.
If they were open to it, I wouldn’t object to sharing Melanie with her husband. I would definitely not mind taking his ass. My cock twitches at the thought and sticky liquid oozes from the tip.
Next to me, Daniel stirs. “You all right?” He turns toward me, and it takes all my willpower not to groan when he involuntary strokes the back of his hand over the sensitive tip of my dick.
“I’m fine.”
He moves his face closer to mine and seeks out my lips. His movement is tentative, as if he’s unsure if I would welcome a kiss from him. As if I would turn him down.
We share a breath. His exhalation is warm against my lips, carrying that sharp hint of mint he’s always chewing. His hand lands on my waist, and I slant my head and fuse our lips together. Our mouths meet properly this time, and the shift hits hard. His breath leaves him in a quiet rush, his mouth firming against mine, answering without restraint. The hesitation burns off fast. What’s left is heat.
His five-o’clock shadow grazes my cheek when he tilts his head, rough enough to spark across my skin. I feel the scrape paired with the press of his mouth everywhere. My fingers tighten on his ass, muscle solid underneath.
He moves against me again, our cocks bumping. Fuck me. I turn almost feral with need. My lips part, and I drag my tongue along the seam of his mouth. A low sound slips out of him, rough, caught halfway between breath and something deeper, and his lips open without resistance.
I’m met with wet heat.
His tongue is stronger now, sure of itself. The kiss deepens, pulls tighter, and the world narrows to this single point of contact. The glide of his mouth. The heat building between us. The uneven rhythm of our shared breathing.
His hand shifts at my waist, fingers spreading, pulling me closer. I go easily.
Hardness pressing against my stomach. The contact sends a slow pulse through me, heavy and warm, settling low. My breath stutters against his mouth, and he answers by deepening the kiss again, like he felt it too. Like he’s been waiting for that exact reaction.
My hand slides up, into his hair, gripping, angling him closer. He follows the pressure without hesitation, mouth moving withmine, teeth catching lightly at my lower lip before he eases back in.
The taste of him settles on my tongue. Mint but underneath it, something wilder. Something that’s just him.
He exhales against my mouth again, rougher this time, and I feel it all the way down.
My body leans into his without thinking, chasing more of that contact, more of him. His grip tightens in response.
Kissing Daniel won’t help my dick go down, but who can resist? I can’t. And even when my cock won’t be satisfied tonight, I’m all right with not getting off.
When I come up for air, I notice Melanie lies propped on one elbow.
“Do you mind us kissing?” I don’t think she does, but I’m not a mind reader. Also, Melanie and Daniel need to learn to talk about their feelings, needs, and wants. Why not start here?
“Why would I mind?” There is a tiny frown on her forehead. Scooting forward until she’s front to back with Daniel, she rests her free hand on my shoulder.
