We fall in bed in a tangle of limbs.
Then West’s mouth is on mine, stealing my breath, and Nate’s hands are all over me, under my clothes, touching me everywhere.
It’s such a relief to let sensation take over, override the anxious circles my mind is running in and give in. Touch and be touched, kiss and be kissed, remember we’re all of us hurting over this, over Kash, not just me.
Nate doesn’t take charge tonight, not in words. He pushes me down on the bed and rips my clothes off my body, spreads my legs, frees his cock and pushes into me.
Hard. Violent. Angry, just like I feel.
West is stripping beside me, and I’m riveted by the way his sculpted body is revealed, inch by inch, and by Nate’s biceps and bulging pecs as he bends over me, his big cock filling me up, splitting me in two.
“Syd…” I watch the desire, the tension tightening his mouth, his jaw, the strain in his strong body as he slides in and out of me, faster, harder until he’s rocking me with each thrust. He pulls my leg up, around him, and I lift the other to lock both around his hips. “Oh fuck…”
The angle deepens, and I moan his name as pleasure sparks and coils, heavy, in my core. Grabbing his shoulders, I arch up against him, needing him deeper even if it hurts. The boys are big everywhere, and their cocks are no exception.
He grunts and slows down, then speeds up again, looking into my eyes as he gives it to me full-force, not keeping anything back, rising above his demons.
My Nate.
West rests his hand on Nate’s arm, his other jacking off lazily, his gaze hungry as he watches us fuck, locked where Nate’s cock slides in and out of me, our flesh slapping, our pants and moans filling the air.
Nate bends over and licks at my mouth, his breath scorching my lips, hi
s tongue lashing at mine, stroking. I whine, winding my arms around his neck, digging my fingers through his sweaty hair, my hips lifting to meet him, my pussy squeezing around his length.
He lies between my legs, over me, elbows braced on either side of my head and fucks me until I come, my cry of release lost in his mouth. Wave after wave of pleasure hits me, drowning me, and then he comes with a long, low groan. His cock pulses inside me, the heat of his release so deep inside me setting off aftershocks that rock me and make me clench again.
He gives another broken groan, and thrusts once more, burying his face in my neck and gasping.
I’m panting so hard I’m seeing stars. I hold onto him, tears burning the back of my eyes. I wish…. I wish…
But then West is there, the moment Nate rolls off me, his blue eyes boring into me. I smile for him, gulping down the tears before they form and run down my cheeks. I let West pull me up onto his lap and onto his hard cock.
He pushes inside me, slowly, body taut, his hands on my hips, holding me, lowering me on top of his hard-on. His eyes dip between us, where he’s sinking into me, the blue in them dark and blazing. More and more, until he’s seated all the way, balls-deep, stretching me to the point of pain, and promising pleasure.
I’m not sure this is a good idea. I’m a bit sore inside, and I’ve just come, but as West rocks up into me, the pressure starts mounting again.
This is crazy, but I find myself moving, rising and falling, the slide and scrape of his cock inside my pussy maddening and all-consuming. I ride him while Nate watches, still panting harshly, his spent cock lying on his flat stomach, cum still dripping from the small slit on his cockhead, forming a small puddle over lickable abs.
West grunts, thrusting up, cheekbones flushed, mouth seeking mine, and my whole attention is back on him as we rock together. Our bodies press together, and I’m spread open, my sensitive clit rubbing on him and throbbing. My legs are locked around him as he somehow pounds up into me, fucking me with the intensity that’s all West.
And that look in his eyes, on his face, the sorrow and fury, the desire and affection, it’s what has me careening over the edge once more, coming apart on his cock, gasping at the burn of pleasure gripping me, turning me inside out.
He thrusts through my orgasm, curling over me, pushing deeper into me as he loses control and spills inside me, his cock pulsing, shooting out jet after jet of fire.
Oh God…
I’m sated, and calmer, and yet utterly destroyed and cut wide open. It’s as if by having sex, and coming hard, I’ve forgotten to guard my heart and the tears spill from my eyes.
“Syd? Are you all right?” West frowns, reaches up one hand to brush my cheek with his fingertips. “What did I do?”
I put my hand over his, lean into his touch, as Nate sits up and puts his arm around me, concern written all over his face. “I just need some fresh air.”
“Syd…” Nate glances at West when I slip out of his hold and off the bed. Grabbing one of the boys’ T-shirts, shrugging it on, I stumble out of the room and to the balcony. I lean over the rail. I remember standing here with Kash many nights while he smoked, talking about anything. His day. My day. The future.
Stop thinking like he’s dead. He’s alive somewhere.
Has to be.