I don't have it in me to lie. "Probably."
She smiles. The kind of smile that I'd have to say is a little flirty.
"Why'd you ask me to stay just now, Cal?"
I look at Lanz. My heart is hammering in my ribs. "Because..."
He gives a tiny nod.
"Because I wanted you to stay with us," I finish.
That doesn't even make sense, I think, but it's too late, because I am already pulling her into me, a clumsy sprawling kiss that has her basically falling into my lap. Gwenna gasps a little in surprise, but doesn't pull back, doesn't resist. No, she leans into me, opens her mouth all warm and soft for me and kisses me back, so intense I feel briefly drunk.
"You just had to say so," she murmurs.
Lanz, I notice, is an armslength away. Watching--staring. But not touching either of us. I catch his eyes for just a heartbeat and he nods again, like maybe this is all he wants, and I don't really understand but I don't protest, because Gwenna's climbed back onto me anyway, kissing my chin and my neck, her hands on my chest and the ends of her hair brushing my face.
I let my hands travel up over her hips and narrow waist, under her sweater, softer flesh and softer skin, and then I think of her breasts--touching them, tasting them--and my dick gives a mighty twitch in my pants. Trying not to lose my nerve, I brush my fingers higher, up her ribs, feeling around for, I don't know, a latch or a zipper or something. But there's nothing.
Gwenna pulls back again, tucking hair behind her ear. "Something wrong?"
“You’re not—” I swallow. "Where's your bra?"
Watching us, Lanz’s eyes flash, bright with surprise then dusky with something more.
"Oh." Gwenna blushes a little. She shrugs and plucks at her sleeve. "Thick knit. Didn’t think I needed to wear one.”
Then she reaches for the bottom of the sweater. And I can feel Lanz's eyes burning on my face, watching me watching her, as she strips it over her head.
"That better?" she asks.
I barely remember to nod in time. My cock is so hard it’s actually starting to hurt. I could touch myself, I guess, but that feels awkward, and…
…and it’s not what I want. If I’m being truly honest. It’s really not what I want most right now.
“He might need a little help.” Lanz nods at me, his eyes glancing from my face to the tent in the front of my pants. Gwenna turns, follows his gaze.
“He’s too polite to ask,” he goes on, leaning a little closer so he can murmur in her ear. Still not touching her, though. “But I know he likes getting his dick sucked.”
“Oh.” Gwenna’s eyes go wide. She tucks and re-tucks the same piece of hair behind her ear. "Um..."
Lanz realizes first. “You’ve never?” he asks softly.
She shakes her head. And yet she reaches for me, grazes the front of my zipper. I twitch at her touch, a whine escaping my throat.
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.
“Oh, boy.” Lanz exhales hard, but he’s smiling. “Do you…want me to talk you through it?”
Gwenna licks her lips. Her green eyes go up and down my body.
She nods.
“Mhm.”
Lanz smiles wider. “Good.” He leans into me. “I think he deserves it.”
He kisses me so fast and hard I can’t stop the whimper that escapes my lips. My cock pulses in my pants as he pulls away.
