He chuckles, a slightly nervous sound. “Thanks.”
“He’s always been pretty good with his hands,” Hazel agrees, smirking.
“He’s not the only one,” I tell her, reaching between her thighs.
The folds of her pussy are soaking wet, and I slide a finger into her with ease. She gasps in surprise, but her hips buck in response. I pump the finger in and out, grinding my palm against her clit as I do. “Oh, shit,” she whimpers.
And when I add another finger and curl them inside her slightly, striking her G-spot, she howls, hips bucking wildly.
The sight makes my already aching erection throb, and I can’t wait any longer. I lift Hazel’s hips and drive my cock into her. She throws back her head and screams in pleasure.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Brendon murmurs from behind me.
“Glad you’re enjoying the show,” I shoot back, “But I think I’m ready for you if you want to join in.”
Brendon nods and slowly removes his fingers. I hear the click of the lube bottle opening again as he pours some more into his palm and slicks it over his cock. When I feel him positioning the head of his dick at the tight ring of muscle, I remain still, feeling Hazel’s pussy tighten around me like a fist.
Even with the generous application of lube, it takes a little bit of patience and effort for Brendon to drive into me, but when we finally push past that threshold, both of us are groaning and shuddering in pleasure.
“Oh, holy shit,” I rasp when Brendon starts to move, and I take the cue to start moving, pumping deep into her cunt.
Every time his hips jerk forward, he’s driving me deeper and deeper into Hazel’s pussy, and I’m absolutely fucking lost in pure, blissful sensation.
Hazel’s tits bounce with each thrust, and I decide I can’t neglect those masterpieces any longer. I bend and suck lightly on a nipple. Hazel cries out and I feel her walls grip me like a boa constrictor as an orgasm builds and rips through her. “Oh, fuck, Chip, yes, I’m cumming, yes!”
It’s all too fucking much. Brendon ins me, Hazel’s pussy tight around my cock, her pert little nipple between my teeth and her screaming my name…
I blow my load, the pleasure slamming into me like a motherfucking freight train and knocking the breath from me, and I hear Brendon let out a yell as he joins us in falling over the edge into that state of purest satisfaction.
It was better than anything I’d ever had. Better than anything I’d ever even imagined.
I don’t know what kind of spell these two have put over me, but I find myself dreading the moment when it’ll be broken.
Chapter Fourteen
Brendon
I fucked another guy last night.
It’s the first thought in my head when I wake up the next morning. The bed’s empty, but I can hear Hazel in the shower. We’d made our way back to our own room late last night, since Chip’s full-sized mattress would be a pretty tight squeeze for three people to sleep in.
Although it had worked just fine for our more recreational activities.
I’m still trying to wrap my head around it all. I had seriously indulged in a threesome with another dude, and I have no idea how I feel about it.
Not that I’m lying here with gnawing regret or something, because it had been fucking incredible. Honestly, it had been one of the best fucking nights of my life. It was definitely the best sexual experience of my life. But even so, it just feels like a lot to process.
Bisexual.
I try the word out in my mind, testing the new identity like a pair of shoes. I can’t quite tell how it fits, though. I know there are others, a whole spectrum of orientations, but the idea of trying to figure out which label fits me feels a little overwhelming.
Maybe I don’t need a name for what I am. After all, the soup in the can doesn’t know it’s Campbell’s, the label is for the other person picking it up. And yeah, labels might make other people feel better, but maybe I can be content just being myself.
Either way, all I know is that last night had been mind-blowing in a million different ways. I’d never expected to get turned on watching someone else touch Hazel. Let alone watching another man fuck her. In fact, I’d always kind of felt like seeing something like that would fill me with violent rage.
But honestly, the thought of anyone else touching her still makes me feel that way. There’s something about Chip that just…feels right.
Even afterwards, when I’d expected there to be an awkwardness, it never fell. The three of us lay tangled and crammed in his bed for a long time after, talking and laughing and occasionally kissing, and it had been surprisingly comfortable.