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“That’s this magic little spot, hidden away somewhere safely, called the prostate,” Gil answers, but I can hear his teeth are grinding together in exertion.
“God dammit, if I wasn’t so attracted to girls, I’d switch sides for this,” I hiss. Because I would. This sensation is everything and I could totally get addicted to it. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I try to make the joke a-dick-ted, but then he hits that spot again and every coherent thought disappears.
I’d never switch sides by the way, because I freaking love boobs. And I have to admit I love this wriggling mass of pure sex beneath me too.
“Be a good boy and I’ll teach Morgs how to find it herself,” Gil pants. And that almost makes me topple over the edge. I want to freaking explore everything with this girl, and Gil is like our own walking and talking sex-encyclopedia for new adventures.
My head’s too heavy to hold up now that my whole body is almost exploding with pleasure. Fuck. Crap. Shit. Donkeyballs. Holy hell. Goddammit. Balls. I catch myself mumbling the string of curse words that goes through my head out loud. I bite down in her neck to make myself shut up, and it’s not even three seconds later I feel her convulsing around my dick. I open my eyes, to see her face as she climaxes, because it’s one of my favorite things in this whole world to look at.
“Fucking hell, babe. The way you squeeze me should be illegal.” A grunt leaves my mouth, and I have to hold back to be rough with Mor even though my body really wants to.
Gil doesn’t have that problem though. He pushes into me like it’s all there is to this life, and I don’t think I can take it much longer. I need to tell him. That if he wants this to last longer, he should hold back now. “I don’t… Fuck… I don’t think…” I’m no longer able to talk, nor am I able to hold back. I don’t even want to. “Fuck, Gil, don’t you dare fucking stop.”
The tingling that starts at the bottom of my spine makes my balls pull up, and before I know what’s up and what’s down, I have the most intense orgasm of my whole life. It keeps pulsing through all my limbs, and I can’t breathe. My fingers start to tingle, as it keeps on going on. I feel like I’m squishing Mor, but she’s not complaining, so perhaps that’s all right.
Gil keeps thrusting into me, going harder now that my orgasm has faded. He’s no longer taking it easy on me, and I’m surprised at how good this actually feels after I’ve already came.
When his movements become frantic and the grip he has on me tightens, he tenses. He moans himself through his own orgasm, that seems to take at least as long as mine did. Any worry that I had if Gil would actually enjoy this has evaporated.
When he finally moves away from me and leaves me empty, I let myself fall next to Mor on the bed. Our limbs are still tangled and I’m more still lying on top of her than lying beside her, but once again, she seems fine with that. My hand softly caresses her out of automatism.
“So, that just happened,” she says.
“Hm,” is all that Gil has to say about it. Yeah, that did just happen. Now that the high of doing this is subsiding, I’m starting to worry that this has ruined things between Mor and me. What if she only did this to please me? What if she thinks I no longer like her? There’s more thoughts spinning through my head than I’m used to. She looks as worried as I feel. That can’t be good, right?
“Are you okay?” she asks as she looks at me with her big gray eyes.
“I’m okay,” I say, wondering whether that’s the truth or a lie. I know I liked what just happened, I just don’t know if it was a wise move in this relationship we’ve got going. The one thing I do know, is that Gil is absolutely fine with whatever happened, and he won’t waste a second worrying about it.
“Babe,” she says, pulling me out of my thoughts. “I’m going to need a little more than that.”
“I’m okay, really.” I have to be okay, right? I’m so not okay though, I’m freaking out.
Did what I just do count as the same thing Loraine did to me? Did I just cheat on Mor while actually having her in the room? I need like a bisexual threesome manual for dummies that has a twelve step program on how to deal with this.
“Just afraid I’ve fucked up what I have going with you,” I manage to get passed my lips.
“Why? Does this fuck things up?” There’s fear in her eyes.
“I don’t think so?” Why the hell am I being so insecure about this? Gah. I know why I’m so insecure about this. It’s because I’m invested. It’s because I’ve fallen for this girl like I’ve never fallen for anyone, and I’m scared I’ll lose that because of my actions.
“Why are you asking me? That shouldn’t be a question. You should know how you feel.”
Gil has had it up to here with our noob-like conversation. “Mor is freaking out, because she’s afraid you’re freaking out. Dean’s freaking out because he thinks Mor’s freaking out. None of the freaking out has anything to do with what just happened. Dean had fun, Mor had fun, I know for damn certain I had fun, and that’s all there is to it. Dean isn’t suddenly only into guys as far as I know. Mor isn’t suddenly repelled by Dean wanting to be with a guy. It just is what it is, guys. Stop freaking out, and start chilling the fuck out. Then, if you really think you need to have a conversation about this, have a conversation later. It’s not that complicated.”
Mor looks me in the eye, with a hint of humor. “He’s so damn bossy, we’d better listen to him.”
“Shhhh,” I answer, no longer afraid I’ve ruined everything. “We need to chill the fuck out.” Because damn, I’m all chilled and all fucked out.
Gil
Two months after catching the criminals
A drink slides down the bar to Jonah, who grabs it while it’s still moving. Most of the time I don’t glide my drinks towards drunken customers, but with Jonah I know he’s capable of keeping up with me, being more at home in a bar than at home himself.
By some sort of luck I’m at Dominium with all the guys. Morgs is with Shelby and Meggy, having a last big hurray before the baby is born. I think they’re just going to eat crap and watch movies while Shelby falls asleep, but who am I to judge how people interpret their way of having fun? Hell, there’s some patrons in one of the back rooms right now who I know are into some kind of alien power cosplay, and I don’t judge them.
I’m not working, but I can still make some drinks for us. No need to make Lacy wait on us.
