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Until Nigel moved behind her, and slipped his hand along the curve of her ass. When he slipped his fingers inside her, when she gasped and sent vibrations of pleasure rolling over me, I swore I could feel what he was feeling, with her soft pussy wrapped around him.
Intensity enveloped and consumed us as she sucked me harder, and he watched us with fascination, his fingers sliding in and out of her.
When I pressed deeper, hitting the back of Megan’s throat, she let me in, and I slid down her throat, holding myself there for a breath, before easing up.
The delicious sounds Megan made grew louder, more desperate. She paused, her lips wrapped around me, and my dick muffled her cries as Nigel pushed her to orgasm. As much as I’d like to spill down her throat, I liked even more the way her pussy felt wrapped around me. When she started sucking again in earnest, I pulled away and slipped past her lips.
Nigel backed away from the bed, his fingers still slick with Megan’s juices, and wrapped his hand around his cock. He watched us as he stroked.
Being a part of this show was incredible. Knowing that Megan and I together made Nigel react the way he was. I rolled onto my back and pulled her on top of me. The time it took to put on a condom was almost too long, but when she straddled me, slid her body down, took my cock inside her, that thin rubber was probably the only thing that kept me from coming instantly.
Megan looked stunning riding me. Flushed. Faint traces of chocolate and whipped cream on her chest, and pale violet dots along her arms.
I pressed a thumb to her clit, and she squirmed against my touch, her body spasming around mine. She never told me to stop though. I pushed her past that edge of discomfort, to where she was gasping again. Trying to get closer. Clenching around my cock, and grinding into me, and feeling so incredible while I was buried inside her.
And she let out the most delicious cries when she came. She rode me harder through her climax, shoving me toward my own.
I let loose, pumping hard inside her. Moving her as much as I was myself. Nigel’s grunts were in the background, telling me he was still watching. That he was enjoying this as much as we were.
It would be nice to draw this moment out, but now that I’d started, I couldn’t stop. I came hard, Megan’s tightness milking me, a galaxy of stars exploding behind my eyelids as orgasm consumed me.
When we finally slowed to a stop, she collapsed on my chest. She felt right there. What would it take to freeze this moment in time? To never leave?
After we caught our breath, Nigel cleaned us both up—which was odd, but incredible—and slid into bed next to us.
The queen-sized bed in Megan’s room wasn’t really made for three people. For fucking, especially when Nigel watched from a distance, it had been fine. Fantastic even. But now that all three of us were trying to cuddle, it wasn’t so great.
But I was used to cramped quarters, and I liked the heat of Megan’s bare skin against mine too much to protest the tight space.
“Are you staying?” Megan’s question was soft, and didn’t seem to be directed specifically at one of us.
I met Nigel’s gaze over the top of her head, and couldn’t tell what was reflected back at me.
“I have to work in the morning.” He sounded disappointed. “But if Landon is staying, I’ll need to stick around in case he tries something.”
“So you can stop me?”
Nigel smirked. “So I can watch. Have you been paying attention?”
I was still trying to figure out what to make of him, but I liked his answer. “We’re doing hot air balloons in the morning, aren’t we? Makes sense for me to stay so we can get out of here early.” I probably didn’t need an excuse, but it made me feel better to have one.
The close-quarters weren’t bad, but as Megan’s breathing changed to steady, and it was clear she’d drifted off, sleep eluded me. I was used to the insomnia, though it was a shame it was happening here and now. It was comfortable to have my arms wrapped around Megan. To know that Nigel was on her other side, and that this was a safe bubble.
But if I was going to lie awake all night… Maybe I should’ve gone home.
I managed to extract myself without waking them up, but I couldn’t bring myself to leave. Instead, I pulled on my jeans and wandered into the living room. There was a balcony adjacent to the front door, with a small table and two seats outside. I opened the sliding glass, and a blast of cold hit me, sending a shiver up my spine.
Going back in the room to get more clothes would risk waking people up. I needed to be alone with my thoughts for a while, so instead I grabbed a throw off the back of the couch and wrapped it around my shoulders.
I stepped outside, settled into one of the chairs, and listened to the still of the late night. The occasional car sounded in the distance, but otherwise, it was quiet.
My feet were cold, but that wasn’t a big deal. After years of waking up to eighty- and ninety-degree nights, plus no air conditioning, being too cold was a nice change.
Those weren’t memories I wanted to lose myself in right now. I’d rather not be lost in my head at all, but here we were.
Besides, what came before Afghanistan was almost as bad for me as what came during. My ex, losing my grandmother, the torment growing up, from people like Easton and his friends… What were the odds that I’d meet Megan, so many years later? Somebody who had a connection to that part of my life.
Someone who didn’t deserve it any more than I had.
