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Dylan’s voice is just above a whisper and his eyes are flicking between Hazel and I. Whenever they land on me, my heart skips. Dylan loves me back?
“I love you, Andrew.”
My pants tighten. I want him.
“I love you, Hazel,” Dylan says.
Hazel's hand rests on my thigh, sliding upward, making my breath catch in my throat. I want her.
The whole way home we can’t take our hands off each other. The sexual tension is so thick, even the lightest brush of skin feels like an avalanche of lust. Time is moving so slowly until we’re back at Dylan’s apartment.
Finally!
Hazel and Dylan surround me on both sides.
Hazel presses her perfect body to my front, crashing her lips to mine, running her fingers through my hair and biting at my bottom lips. My back is pressed against Dylan’s chest like he’s a wall. He’s grinding his stiffness into my rear and holding my hips with a tight grip.
Hazel backs away for only a second. Her movements are so quick- or maybe I’m being blinded by Dylan’s hands all over me- but suddenly she’s naked.
I can feel her skin. Everywhere. It’s making me so hard that it hurts and when she presses her body against mine again, I can’t help but release a weak moan.
I want her so fucking badly.
We find ourselves in the bedroom and Hazel gets on the bed, on all fours, with her legs wide. As I rip my shirt off, Dylan unbuttons my pants from behind, forcing them to the ground and biting at my neck.
They’re so hot I can hardly handle it.
I spin around in Dylan’s arms and undress with great need and finally we can all press our hot bodies together. I need their friction.
“Hazel,” I moan as I grab her hips and move behind her.
I can feel her warmth below me as her legs slide open wider, inviting me in. Dylan’s at my rear. I want him in me and somehow, he knows it. He grabs my hips and works me open with his fingers while I slide into Hazel.
The sensations are more than I’ve ever felt.
I thought I was surrounded before, but this is different. There’s so much pleasure that it almost overwhelms me. When he slides his cock into me, the pleasure only increases.
My hips are moving wildly into Hazel and onto Dylan.
“More,” Hazel moans.
She adjusts herself, and now she’s upright. She’s on her knees with her back pressed to my chest. Her hands pull mine up to her throat. I’m somewhere between cupping her jaw and pressing the sides of her neck. My thrusts are harder than I ever imagined they could be. The pleasure overwhelms me as Dylan lays a loud spank on my rear and groans.
Our bodies tense before we release our orgasms, shuttering, gyrating, and crying into the perfect night.
