Twenty-Nine
Otis
Everything was in place,and as much as I wanted to tell Tatum what I’d done, maybe I’d overstepped. Just a touch.
I just couldn’t get the image of her empty apartment out of my head. The defeated look on her face when she’d told me about her slimy ex.
So I’d done what I do best.
I fixed it.
This was all a passing thought as I lay on the bed of an actual hotel room in Des Moines. I’d jumped online and organized a night away from the bus a week ago when Harvey had suggested an interest in more sexual exploration after a heavy petting session. I loved what we had been doing, but I couldn’t deny I’d been obsessed with the thought of his ass for a while now.
I’d invited Tatum along because…well…as much as we said our relationships were different, I still wanted us to be together,and having a woman involved was more likely to give Harvey permission to relax into the new experience.
The bedside drawer was full of lube and condoms, and as the water shut off in the bathroom, a soft knock came at the door.
“I’ve never seen you in a dress before,” I said, stepping aside so she could enter.
She brushed her hands over her hips self-consciously. “I don’t wear them often, but I need to get some washing done, and I guess I figured there wouldn’t be a great need for clothing tonight.”
A wolfish grin spread over my face before I could stop it. She knew why she’d come, and she’d dressed for the occasion.
“You own dresses?” Harvey asked, emerging from a cloud of steam with a towel draped low around his hips.
My mouth went dry at the sight of water droplets trickling over his tight nipples.
“And sometimes I wear them, too.” She crossed her arms and cocked a hip in a way that was far closer to the Tatum we all knew.
“So what’s the plan?”
My chest swelled as they both turned to me for direction. This was everything I’d ever wanted. The two people I cared for most in the world in the same room, waiting for my instruction.
“I think it’s time Harvey learned to give a little. What do you think?”
Tatum barked a laugh while Harvey looked offended.
“I…”
“You’re selfish in bed. It’s okay, I find it kinda cute, but while I get you ready, you’re going to make Tatum come. Deal?”
Harvey looked at Tatum and back to me.
“Have you ever eaten pussy before?”
“I’ve never had to.”
I sighed and gave Tatum a look. In response, she stripped and climbed onto the mattress.
She giggled as we crowded in, shoulder to shoulder between her thighs. The sound quickly turned into a sigh as I swiped my tongue along her center, then encouraged Harvey to do the same. At my direction, he pushed two fingers into her, working his mouth over her until she was panting.
“Good. Keep going.”
I pulled out the bottle of lube and kneeled behind him. I stroked a hand down his back as Tatum squirmed under his tongue.
“If she comes, keep going. I’ve heard her have multiple orgasms with the others.”
She groaned, fisting his hair as she lifted her hips toward his mouth. I tried to tune them out as I recalled everything I’d learned about anal prep online.
