Page 32 of Turning Back

I have had sex with both of them many times and it’s always Bric who makes the first move. But this morning he waits for Quin. There is a moment when I know for sure Quin will put a stop to it. Everything will end, they will leave, I will go on my way to Jackson Hole, and this opportunity will disappear.

But then, like he’s reading the fear in my mind by studying my face, Quin says, “Take out my cock.”

Chapter Seven - Quin

Rochelle grips the thick girth of my shaft and begins to pump. I know not one good thing will come of this decision to turn back, but I can’t stop it now. She’s right here in front of me. After all this time, she’s back. She’s practically on top of me. Her eyes are begging me for more.

And Bric—well, fuck it. He’s right. We’re a trio. We’ve always been a trio. It’s one hundred percent going back to the way things were.

Is it so bad? To have them both again, just the way I liked it?

Bric is pressing on the top of Rochelle’s head, urging her face down. Her hot breath hits the tip of my cock and then…

Fuck.

I lean my head back and close my eyes, one of my hands on top of Bric’s to keep her mouth there. Right… there.

Goddamn it, that feels good.

Her tongue. It does the most amazing things to me. I make the mistake of opening my eyes and looking down. I look up quickly, catch Bric’s satisfied smile. He’s almost laughing at me and I don’t care. I haven’t had sex in so long.

Bric pulls Rochelle’s panties down and leaves them around her thighs. He grabs her hips with both hands and lifts her up, so she’s on her knees, sideways across my lap. I slap one cheek as he places his face between her legs and licks her.

Rochelle stops what she’s doing to my cock, pausing long enough to enjoy that for a second. But then she’s back, her mind on me.

I grab her hair into a ponytail as she sucks. So I can see her. Watch her. Her hand twisting up and down my shaft each time she dives down.

Bric still has his pants on, so he pulls his cock out through his zipper and starts stroking himself as he licks her pussy.

Rochelle squeals softly.

“Get on top of Quin,” Bric tells her.

Rochelle straddles my legs without comment. We’ve been here before. All of this is very familiar. So as soon as she does that I reposition myself so I’m leaning against the arm of the couch, my feet slipping right between Bric’s legs, so he’s straddling my knees.

Now I can see her face as she stares down at me, her hands pressing on my chest as Bric positions himself behind her ass. I reach between my legs, grab my cock, and slip inside her.

She feels like yesterday. Like no time has passed at all. We are not in a hotel room, one year later. We are in the Club apartment. We are in our bed. We are in our old life.

Her long, golden hair falls over her shoulders and sways back and forth. Slowly. As she moves with me inside her.

I hear the crinkle of a condom wrapper and realize Bric’s being careful.

Fuck careful. I don’t give one flying fuck about careful right now.

His face dips between her legs. I can feel his warm breath on my balls as he licks her. Makes her wet for him.

We slap her at the same time. My hand coming down on the side of one thigh, Bric’s hand coming down on the other. Everything is so easy. So familiar.

When Bric slips his dick inside her ass it all comes back to me. Why we had this arrangement in the first place. I can feel him and her at the same time. We move together, but opposite.

I fist Rochelle’s hair harder and pull her down, all the way on top of my chest, and I kiss her. Her mouth opens and all I hear in my head is more, more, more.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers as Bric fucks her hard from behind. Our foreheads pressed together. Her small, soft hands on either side of my face as she looks into my eyes.

“Forget it,” I whisper back. “We’re here now.”

I wrap my arms around her middle, holding her close to me. Holding her tight so she’s forced to rest her head on my shoulder and just… let Bric do whatever he wants. Rochelle on top of me again. It’s all I need for now.