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“Holy fuck,” she cries, tossing her head back as her fingers clutch my hair.
Tiny whimpers seep from her throat as I suck on her swollen nub. Blake pumps into her with shallow thrusts that will keep her on the edge without sending her over. I want so badly to let my tongue drift lower, to lick up Blake’s shaft then swirl it around Becca’s clit, but I hold back knowing it’s not fair to do that to either of them without warning. Instead, I savor Becca’s pussy, lapping up her essence, until Blake signals she’s on the brink.
“Damn, she just got tight. You want her to come on your cock or mine?” Blake’s hands grip her hips as he grinds slowly into her.
“Yours.” I kneel so my face is level with Becca’s. “I want to come in your mouth, beautiful. Can I?” I stroke her cheek.
She nods, and I give her a tender kiss before she leans forward, lining her mouth up to my dick. I inch forward, trying not to move too fast despite the desperate need to pump my hips like an animal. When I hit the back of her throat, I lift my eyes to Blake’s. His tongue swipes across his bottom lip. Then we start to move.
Gentle at first, we take turns thrusting so that only one of us is inside her at a time, Blake rubbing her clit while I play with her tits. Wet heat surrounds me as she moans on my shaft, sending sparks of electricity from my balls to my toes. It feels incredible, the slide of her tongue over my skin, the pull of her lips as she sucks. But it’s Blake’s gaze that has me reeling.
The emotion in his eyes, desire, awe,love… It’s my undoing. Cupping Becca’s head in my hands, I caress her cheeks as I burst, and my cum shoots down her throat. Blake holds her to him, fingers pressing her swollen bud as he grunts through his release while a muffled shout accompanies hers, the vibrations dragging out my own orgasm.
Dazed yet buzzing, I somehow register that I need to pull away so Becca can breathe. Breaking the connection leaves a physical ache in my chest even as the last jolts of aftershocks ripple through me, and it takes my remaining strength to flop down next to Blake on the bed instead of collapsing on top of them both.
Becca’s arms give out and she drops to the mattress, still impaled on Blake’s dick. He loosens his grip on her hips, trailing his hands over her thighs as his chest rises and falls with ragged breaths.
Seconds stretch into minutes, the three of us too content—too spent—to move. Or speak. It’s not awkward, but it’s not comfortable, either. We all know this moment is temporary—soon Becca will get up to leave regardless of the fact that I’m fairly sure none of us wants that—and when she does, I’ll have to face Blake.
As if she can hear my thoughts, Becca starts to shift, freeing Blake’s cock as she climbs off the bed and starts reaching for her clothes. Blake tugs the condom off and heads to the bathroom, so I reluctantly get up and grab our boxers off the floor, tossing his to him as he comes back in the room.
We pull them on as Becca finishes dressing, and the moment her clothes are back in place I pull her to me, wrapping my arms around her so her head is pressed against my chest. “I hate that you’re leaving.” I kiss the top of her head.
The second I drop my arms Blake takes her into his. “I hate it, too.”
“You know why I am.” She takes his hand in hers and gives it a subtle squeeze. “Besides, we’ve all got work tomorrow.”
“What if we didn’t?” I ask. “Would you stay?”
She worries her bottom lip with her teeth. “Maybe.”
“This weekend?” I raise my eyebrows.
“We’ll see.” She drops Blake’s hand with a coy smile and leaves the room, the two of us trailing behind her to the front door. She gives us each a sweet, lingering kiss, then makes her way outside.
As the door clicks shut, I lift my eyes to Blake’s, bracing for what I might find. I’m expecting frustration or regret since I didn’t stop things from getting physical when I probably should’ve avoided that until coming clean about my feelings. Instead, all I see is acceptance.
“You aren’t upset with me?” It’s barely more than a whisper.
“How could I be upset with you for feeling what I do?”
“You…”
He grabs the back of my head and brings our lips together in a bruising kiss. “Of course, I do.” He rests his forehead against mine. “You know I always assumed findingthe onewould dictate what I say about my lifestyle—did you honestly think I’d be living with you if I didn’t know you’re it for me?”
“I mean… I hoped… Why didn’t you say anything?” Pulling back, I search his face for the clues I’m obviously missing as his hand drops to his side.
“I didn’t want to scare you.”
“Why would I be scared?”
“Because I fell for you the first night,” he says softly. “Seeing you again in Utah after I’d been thinking about you since the first time I saw you… It felt sort of meant to be. And that’s not the sort of thing you admit right away. Then you showed up here and I knew.”
“Why the secrecy then? I’m not mad,” I rush to clarify, “just confused.”
He puts his hand over my heart, rubbing gentle circles over my pec with his thumb. “Part of it was not knowing what to say to people or how to say it. Part of it was wanting to make sure you felt the same way first.”
“I do.” I clasp his hand in mine, holding it against my chest. “I think it was there all along and I was afraid to trust it since it happened so fast, but I’m not worried about that anymore. I love you.”
