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He snaps his head at Joel, and I follow. Joel has a smirk on his face that I would recognize on anyone presenting it. He's not doing this for his own selfish reasons, he's doing it for a cause, though I don't know what that cause is. "Got it, Cuz. Anything else?"
He quickly glances at me in a way that says he's giving me a hint to some major clue I'm obviously not picking up on. Then Bryant draws us both back to him with, "And the second she comes you're done," he says, his eyes still on Joel, the angry hue of green obvious in his stare; maybe even a little hatred in this moment.
Any time I've ever thought of a three-way or had a fantasy of sex with two men, this wasn't necessarily what played out. Jealousy was not an emotion I ever thought to be present. Somewhere deep inside of me, I think I like it. Whatever level of wetness I had going on down there just doubled. Something has changed since the morning we woke up as post orgasmic strangers and he figured out Saxton and I were siblings. He's getting territorial for this to be a weeklong fling.
He takes my hand and pulls me up, waiting for me to transition to my knees. When I do, his hands grip in my hair and he pulls my lips against his. I can feel everything in his kiss: the heat, the anger, the desire, and even the unknown.
The bed dips behind me, and then another set of lips touch down on my shoulder, a set of hands cupping my breasts. They're softer than Bryant's, a little smaller in width but longer. Joel pinches my nipples as the ripples of his bare abdomen presses against my back. The tips of his hair sweep along my skin as he kisses up my neck. Every prickling sensation is making me crazy, tiny moans into Bryant's mouth occurring as a result.
Bryant grips the outside of my thigh, pulling my leg around his waist. I lock my heel on the firm ass he places it against. His thumb presses against my clit, circling with pressure at the exact moment Joel clamps down on my hard nipples.
One hand leaves my breast, leaving one bare and one still covered, but it returns at my middle coming from my backside. His long fingers circle in my wetness, and then quickly pushes inside. I bite down on Bryant's lip. He growls, then returns the gesture around my bare nipple. My thighs spread further apart on reflex, the sensations already becoming too much with Joel finger fucking me and Bryant rubbing my clit in only the way he does; a way I'll never forget.
With each pump inside of me, the bottom of my spine rounds, pushing my ass against Joel, wanting and needing more. As if Bryant knows what I want, he pushes himself onto the bed, still rubbing my clit, his lips crashing against mine like a tidal wave at the shoreline. I'm trapped between the two of them, nowhere to go, and so many feelings racing through my body at rapid speeds.
He breaks the kiss, and begins whispering at my ear. "Turn around, baby. I'll share your clit, but I'm warning you." His thumb brushes along my lips, barely open. "These lips are mine."
As if Joel heard every word, his fingers leave my body and his front is no longer pressed against me, giving me room to freely move. I do as instructed, turning toward Joel, now lying at the head of the bed against the back of the couch, in only his jeans and nothing more. "Bring your fine ass here," he says, waving me up his body.
I straddle his legs, walking up his body until I'm at his waist. Instantly Bryant is behind me, his body compressed against mine as if he won't let me go far without him, also straddled over Joel's legs in the same fashion. Nerves and excitement swarm my system when his hands grip the front of my thighs, pulling me further up his body, Bryant's against my belly, quickly moving for my breasts.
Then, as if someone pressed fast forward, Joel pulls me toward him until his lips press against my lips, his facial hair rubbing against my pussy, sending a jolt of sensation through my core. I rock back on reflex, Bryant holding me in place with his fingers knit tightly around my nipples. His hard dick is pressed against me. "Shit," I whisper, as Joel's tongue starts to assault my clit, his fingers holding me open.
I reach back, my fingers going for Bryant's hair, my head turning toward him. Every muscle between my legs is clenched tight. "Please, fill me," I beg, undeniably missing the way he feels balls deep inside of me.
"I thought you'd never ask," he says, kissing me once again. He alters his position, keeping one knee to the side of Joel's body, the other pulling up until his foot is flush with the mattress, his leg bent at the knee. One hand leaves my breast, but the other veers across, his forearm now covering one and his hand on the other. He grips the back of my thigh and lifts it, spreading my legs further, and placing my foot on the top of his thigh. I buck as Joel's tongue presses deeper between my lips this way, and then I feel it. Never releasing my lips, Bryant presses the head of his dick against my entrance.
He has to dip a little and I round out my spine to give him an angle he can work with, Joel altering his neck whenever he needs to, to keep his tongue pressed against my clit. Bryant roughly thrusts inside, emitting a guttural moan I've never heard come from my body before, my lips parting, but he sucks my tongue to keep me from leaving his mouth.
Joel suctions around my clit at the moment Bryant begins pounding inside of me. My body begins to pull away without request, the sensations becoming too much. Bryant’s arm comes beneath my underarm and crosses over my body, his hand gripping my shoulder to hold me in place. A suckling sound comes from behind, before I feel the tip of his thumb circling over my asshole. "Fuck, no. Don't," I moan against his mouth as he takes it, lost in every feeling as they try to sort themselves out in my body. He never lets up, and he ignores my plea, pushing his finger into my ass, continuing to mutilate my body in a way I've never known.
Every opening on my body is filled. Between the sucking, fucking, and thrusting, I can't handle anymore. The need to come overwhelms every cell in my body, commanding my muscles to contract at exactly the same time, beginning deep in my core and spreading outward.
My fist clenches tight in Bryant's hair, the other gripping hard on his ass. "Fuck . . . Yes. Goddammit yes." My world is spinning, I'm dizzy, I'm high, and my body is rocketing through the most amazing outside world I've ever known, a blackout occurring.
When I come to I'm on my back, Bryant over me. Joel is nowhere in sight, but a door shuts somewhere in the distance. I never even noticed him changing position, still thrusting inside of me rapidly, but in a deep way. A few hard strokes and he stills. The pulsing of his cock inside of me as he comes is intense, and my guess because of the E. Breathing heavy, he looks into my eyes, a far more serious expression than I've seen on him yet. His hand is rubbing up and down my side softly. "You were right. I'm starting to like New York."
"Leaving will still be easy," I say, unsure as to why.
"No, I don't think it will be," he says, my heart starting to pound against my chest with the expulsion of the words. I can't figure out if that's what I was hoping he'd say or if I was just fishing for some sort of feeling going on in that head of his after everything that just happened.
"And it won't be the same without you," I say, surprising myself, and scaring me at the same time. Feelings I haven't had in a very long time are trying their damnedest to surface. I need to will them away with every ounce of power in my body. I buried them for good reason that night. And he's leaving. He doesn't belong here.
He pulls out of me and rolls on his side, pulling my back against his front, and tossing the blanket over us in a sloppy way, covering various parts while the others are still exposed, like our feet. He tangles my body in his, snuggling me in a way I've never been snuggled before. "That's what I'm hoping for."
The most confusing emotions have somehow been freed in my body, and a single drop of moisture falls from the corner of my eye, making me that much more thankful he can't see my face. Maybe the E was a bad idea. I don't remember ever coming down like this. The overwhelming need to break down is freaking me the fuck out.
I wiggle my nose, trying to push the drop of water off the tip. It must be from a makeup particle in my eye, aggravating it, because I know without a doubt Tynleigh Cambridge is not crying. I haven't cried over anything in years. I am pretty sure it isn't even possible. It dawns on me. PMS. Of course, how could I forget? I should be starting my period in about a week.
He doesn't need to see my hormonal, batshit crazy, raging girl side that always appears before Aunt Flow comes knocking on my door. I think I need some space; maybe a fifteen-minute pep talk as I grab us coffees in the morning. I'm sure I'll be up first.
The silence lingers between us in the apartment I just met. A tiny part of me misses my studio apartment I had when I first graduated college. The room is starting to spin. My eyes close and I breathe through the intoxication, hoping like hell I don't get sick. "We should go to sleep. We have a lot to do tomorrow if you're still coming along for the ride." His breathing sounds at my ear, his beard pressed against the back of my shoulder. He squeezes me against him. I can feel every part of his front at my back, my legs lost in his, not knowing where mine end and his begin. "But if you don't want to that's okay too," I say, hiding the hope in my voice.
"I don't think I could back out at this point if I tried," he whispers, his thumb mindlessly rubbing over my belly. "Goodnight, beautiful."
I grip the pillow under my head, turning it long ways against my body, my head lying on the end. His hand covers the back of mine and his breathing starts to slow and even out. I stare at it as if I've never seen such a thing before, our fingers laced together. And in ways I haven't—not like this. I close my eyes; sleep calling me as I fall into the comfort of this position, my body relaxing finally. "Goodnight, Bry," I whisper, before a world of darkness consumes me whole.
Chapter Twelve
