I’m not ready for it to stop.
Patroclus leverages himself up to look at me. The entire bottom half of his face is wet with Helen, and fuck if that doesn’t send a bolt of lust straight to my cock. I want to kiss him, to taste both of them mixed up on his tongue. Not now. If I cross that line, I’ll be fucking her again before I leave that bed.
He shakes his head a little as if waking from a dream. “What?”
I make an effort to keep all the tension from my body. “You know you’re not satisfied with one orgasm. You’re so hard, you’re about to come in your pants.” I lean forward and prop my elbows on my knees. “Fuck her, Patroclus. You think that pussy tastes good? Feels good clamped around your fingers? It feels even better around your cock.”
Helen makes a little writhing motion and turns her head to blink those big amber eyes at me. She’s got a shell-shocked look on her face, but that doesn’t stop her from running her mouth. “I’m right here.”
“Yeah, you are.” And what a fucking picture she makes. Hair all fucked up from sleep, her skin golden in the morning light, flushed from coming all over Patroclus’s face. Her tits are even more perfect than I remember, and with this minuscule distance, I can appreciate the deceptive strength of her body. Every single muscle stood out when she came. I want to see it happen again. I think they want it, too.
There are a dozen reasons to stop this now, but I ignore every single one of them. “Don’t pretend like you haven’t been panting after Patroclus’s cock since that first night. You think he eats pussy good? Let him focus all that attention on fucking you properly.”
She gives another of those long blinks, and I can practically see her brain jumping back online. “You are such a dick.”
“I’ve been called worse. By you.”
“Yeah, guess so.” Helen bites her bottom lip. “Patroclus?” A whole lot of subtext in that single word, and for once, I can read most of it. She wants this. She doesn’t want to, is pretty sure she’s going to regret it, but she wants it too much to be the one to stop us.
I can’t speak to regrets. I don’t fuck with them all that often. Once something’s done, it’s done, and there’s no point to wish on stars that you can go back in time and redo things differently. You live with the consequences and move on, maybe learn a thing or two in the process. Maybe this shit is a mistake, maybe it’s not, but if all three of us want it, why shouldn’t we go for it?
For once, Patroclus isn’t lost in thought. He’s staring up her body like he wants to taste every inch of her, like he’s finally found someone besides me who clicks off that impressive brain of his and leaves only instinct behind. He’s still Patroclus, though, so he shakes his head and attempts to focus. To reason. “I want you, Helen. I don’t want to stop. If you’re good with this—”
“Yes.”
I snort at how quickly she responds, and he gives a little laugh. “You sure?”
“Yes. This is…” Helen drags in a breath that makes her tits jiggle. “This is messy, but I think it’s safe to say neither of you is going to use it against me?”
What the fuck is she talking about? Use what against her? I frown. “The only thing we’re going to use against you is Patroclus’s cock.”
He understands, though. He always seems to be able to make the jump even when I’m floundering behind him. Patroclus smooths a hand over her stomach. “You’re right. This is messy. But what happens in this bedroom is between us. It goes as far as you want, but it won’t affect what happens once we leave the bed.”
That sounds like a whole lot of bullshit. He’s already thinking of the future. She is, too. Fuck, even I am. “It’s already messy.” I can’t keep the impatience out of my voice. “It was messy the moment we fucked, the second you came all over his face. It’s not going to get messier.” But I get what her fear is now. Someone has used sex against her in the past and left her bruised because of it. I try to soften my voice, but it still comes out in a rumble. “Helen.” I wait for her to give me most of her attention. “Patroclus is right. What happens in this bedroom is just between us. It will stay just between us.”
“Okay.” Her smile is almost tentative…trusting. She clears her throat and looks away. “Look, guys, this is really hot, and I don’t care if I’ll regret it later. I don’t want to stop.”