Page 81 of Turning Back

“I want you,” she says. “And if you want him, I want him too.” She pauses to stare down at me. I can just barely make out the swirls of blue and green in her eyes. “Do you want him?”

I think about this for a second. When was the last time I had a couple relationship? Have I ever had a couple relationship? Sure, Rochelle and I pretended. We were together as a couple two days and nights a week. Sometimes we’d even cheat and I’d come over on Saturday night, after I knew Smith’s time was over, and we’d get in the Suburban and drive up to the mountains. Spend all day Sunday together when it was supposed to be her day alone. Two days turned into three every once in a while. That’s how we spent the summer boating before she left. That’s how we took that trip up to Jackson Hole.

But when was the last time I wasn’t sharing with Bric and Smith? Aside from a one-night stand, which I have never been into on any kind of regular basis.

Never, I decide. I’ve never been in a real relationship before.

“I need him, Rochelle.”

“I see,” she says.

We’re silent for a little while. I can hear Adley’s soft breaths from across the room. “Do you like the nursery?” I ask her.

She nods, but stays quiet.

“It’s nice. It was nice of Bric to do this.”

“Do you want to come to bed?” she asks.

I glance down at my watch. It’s a little past one in the morning. I’ll have to leave very early to be back at my condo before Smith shows up.

Rochelle doesn’t wait for my answer. She gets up off my lap, her pale breasts fully visible now, since the silky tie around her waist has slipped, and holds out her hand.

I take it and she pulls me to my feet. Leads me out of the nursery and into the master bedroom.

The city lights filter through the sheer curtains covering the window. Bric is sprawled out on his stomach across the king-sized bed, arms and legs all over the place.

He makes me smile.

Rochelle drops her robe to the floor, where it becomes a puddle of gold, or cream, or white. She takes my hands and places them on her breasts, helping me caress her softly. When she lets go, she begins to undress me. Slips my coat off. Drapes it over a chair. Lifts my t-shirt up, her fingertips grazing the hard planes of my stomach. I reach behind my neck and pull it all the way off, since she will never be able to reach that high. She unbuttons my jeans, unzips my fly. Slides my pants down my legs. I step out as she reaches for my boxer briefs, her hand against my cock as it thickens from her pressure.

She gets me naked and leads me to the bed, crawls in first. I follow, slipping under the covers with her and Bric.

He groans and turns on his side. Exhausted.

I pull Rochelle in close, my hands slipping between her legs. I find her wet and that’s the only signal I need. My fingers play with her as she begins to breathe harder. We kiss as I slide my body on top of hers. Pressing my chest against her breasts, moving my hips until my cock finds her entrance.

I slip inside her and move slowly, lifting my chest up slightly, so I can stare down at her face.

Bric is there. Awake. Leaning in to kiss her face as I watch. His hand sliding in between Rochelle and me. Pressing on her flat stomach, pressing on mine too. He plays with her clit as I continue to move. Her eyes are closed in ecstasy when I leaned down and kiss her. Kiss him. Kiss them both.

She moans into us, her hands reaching for Bric, who kneels on the bed, his hard cock aimed at her mouth. She opens and the tip of his head disappears. I watch as he places both his hands on her head and urges to take him deeper.

But it’s a nice, soft fuck. Not usually how we do things as a group.

And when I look up at him, he smiles.

He’s got me, that smile says. He wins.

I don’t care who wins. I just want to enjoy them. I lean down and kiss Rochelle. She pulls back from Bric’s cock just enough to slip her tongue inside my mouth. I reach under, holding on to her waist as I flip us over. Bric is there, positioned behind her. Ready to join in.

But instead of taking her in the ass, like I expect, he eats her out from above while I continue to fuck her from below.

Rochelle begins to moan.

I begin to moan. Bric’s tongue lapping against my shaft. His hot breath and hard chin bringing me to the brink.

I pull out before I come, because I want to be on top. Bric and I trade places. He places her on top of him, so she’s looking at me when his fingers press against her ass, before positioning himself. I watch as he enters her. Then I grab Rochelle’s knees to open them wide as I straddle one of Bric’s legs, my balls dragging along his thigh, and press my cock against her pussy.