Page 92 of Whirlwind

Ben was languidly kissing along Dakota’s collar bone and Parker followed the movement, not wanting even an inch to separate them.

He’d wanted Ben for a long time, but nothing had prepared him for how earthshaking this would be. He soaked in the man’s presence, digging his fingers into Dakota’s sides to keep them close as well.

After a few quiet moments, he reluctantly realized that he needed to withdraw. The tiny motions of their three bodies were becoming uncomfortable on his overly sensitized dick, and they’d need to clean up if they didn’t want to go to bed sticky.

Grabbing the base of his cock and the condom, he slowly pulled out. Ben grunted at the sensation, then repeated the action with Dakota.

Parker was never as good at the part that came after the sex, especially when it was this good.

Especially when he was pretty sure that he was ruined for anyone else ever again.

Ben was better than anything he could have dreamed, and fuck, did Dakota fit both of them well.

“I’ll go grab some washcloths,” he mumbled, hopping out of the bed.

Play it cool, he reminded himself.

He grabbed some clean washcloths from the shelf, cleaned himself up quickly, and threw on some clean boxers without a packer. When the water was hot, he wet the clean washcloths and carried them back to the bedroom.

Ben gently cleaned Dakota, and then himself, while Parker awkwardly dealt with throwing away the condoms and taking the washcloths back to the bathroom.

Unfortunately, that only took a few seconds.

“Dakota’s just about passed out,” Ben mentioned. Indeed, their sub was snuggled into Ben’s chest with eyes closed.

“Stay,” Parker blurted out. “Both of you.” Thank God Ben had given him an opening. “It’s late,” he finished lamely.

Ben gave him a hard stare, calling him on his waffling. While Ben was just as competitive as Parker, he didn’t pull back when it was time to lay out uncomfortable truths.

Even if he got away with it for now, Ben wouldn’t allow him to dance around what he wanted for long. Whether he wanted a relationship with one or both of them, Ben would force him to say it instead of hiding behind bullshit like it’s late.

But Ben seemed to be willing to let it go for the moment.

“Get in here,” Ben said gruffly, lifting the covers.

Parker gave him an insulted look. “I think you’re forgetting whose bed this is.”

Ben only raised an eyebrow.

Which, fair enough, it was what he’d wanted anyway.

Parker turned off the lights, then helped pull back the blanket and sheet, getting the three of them settled. The top of the comforter was probably gross, but as long as it hadn’t leaked through, he could deal with it in the morning.

As he slipped into bed, he figured that Dakota and Ben would stay cuddled together. So long as they didn’t slip away, however they slept was fine with him.

But after just a moment, Dakota sleepily turned toward him, wrapping one lazy knee over his thigh and resting their hand on his chest.

Then Ben crowded behind them, resting his hand over Dakota’s.

Parker felt like his heart was going to explode.

So, he did the only rational thing and held very, very still so as not to fuck it up.

“Go to sleep, Parker,” Ben whispered gruffly.

He sighed. “Yeah, um, good night.”

“Good night, Parker. Night, babe.” There was a soft sound that must be Ben kissing Dakota’s head.

Dakota mumbled something that might, from context, have been a good night.

And while Parker thought that sleep would never come, he drifted off only moments later.