Chance trails his hand down my stomach and toys with my clit while Stephen’s finger fucks me faster.
The faint sound of the bridge of the song playing in the background tells me that we only have another minute to go.
“You didn’t want anyone else but us, did you, baby?” Chance whispers.
“No.” My heart races as I reach up behind me and grab the back of Chance’s neck with one hand, and cup Stephen’s face with the other. “I belong to the both of you. Always.”
Stephen kisses me hard while Chance sucks on my neck.
And as the crowd chants along to the final lyrics of the song, I come—loud and unrestrained. My body shakes, and Chance holds me up while Stephen milks every second of my orgasm.
“That’s our good little rebel.” Chance’s deep voice is like liquid sex in my ear. “Coming for us in front of everyone like the slut you are. I knew she was in there, all this time just begging to come out and play.”
Stephen slips his fingers out of me, and pushes them inside Chance’s mouth. “Tell me that’s not the best thing you’ve ever tasted.”
Chance hums as his eyes close, and I get turned on all over again watching his lips wrap around Stephen’s thick fingers.
“I got us backstage passes,” Stephen says with a sly grin. “Think we can find a storage closet somewhere back there?”
Chance grabs us each by the hand, and yanks us toward the stairs.
God, I’ve missed this.
Junior Year
“Would you stop eating my fries?”Presley slaps Stephen’s hand as he tries to sneak another. “Try it again and you’re coming back with less than five fingers next time.”
Stephen waggles his eyebrows. “Pretty girl is so feisty when she’s hungry.”
Presley scoots closer to me in the booth. “Protect my honor, Chance.”
I wrap my arm around her waist, relishing in the feel of her snuggled against me. “You can’t listen to him when he says he doesn’t want fries. Next time, we need to get two orders just for him.”
Stephen feigns offense. “Don’t body shame me. I’m a growing boy. Plus, sharing food is romantic.” He sticks one end of a fry in his mouth, and leans over the table. “Come on.”
Presley giggles as she bites off the other end, and Stephen lunges forward for a kiss.
The pizzeria is crowded, everyone fueling up before attending tonight’s big football game. I’d rather spend the night holed up in my room, just the three of us, but Presley begged us to come out being that her best friend’s boyfriend is playing. Since she comes to every one of our games, we figured it was only fair.
The three of us have been inseparable for the last few months, and I’ve been floating on a cloud. It’s surreal having found not one but two incredible people to share these feelings with.
Stephen keeps the conversation going, as usual, eyes wide and hands flying around him as he talks. Presley smiles across the table at him, entertaining his story about God knows what. Being part of their worlds gives me a sense of home that I’ve never felt. I feel safe. Cared for. Like I matter to someone—twosomeones.
I don’t know how I got so lucky. I don’t know how any of this happened. But I’m going to hold on as tight as I can and never let them go.
“Oh, I almost forgot.” Stephen reaches into his backpack and pulls out two small wrapped packages. He slides them across the table to us with a sly grin. “I got you guys something.”
Presley tears at the wrapping paper, her excitement matching Stephen’s.
A present? Why?“What is this?” I can’t help but ask.
“It’s a gift.” Stephen nudges it toward me. “Open it and you’ll see.”
Presley opens a long rectangular box to reveal a silver necklace with three interlocking circles in the center.
Her eyes fill with tears as she blinks up to Stephen. “Three circles for the three of us.”
Stephen nods as he takes the necklace from her and fastens it around her neck. “Connected forever.”
