I draw back from him and walk over to one of the suitcases, rummaging through pockets until I find what I’m after. I toss him the little bottle, and I’m grateful all over again that I’d thought to pack it. Not that I find myself needing lube often when I’m with Hazel, but it had come in handy the other day in the shower and it’s about to come in handy now.
I make my way back to Chip and press the botte into his hand, my heart pounding as I gather the courage for what I’m about to say.
“I want you to fuck me, Chip. I want you to fuck me while I’m screwing Hazel, so she can watch you fuck me. You think that’s something we can do?”
His eyes widen in momentary surprise, and he swallows and nods. “Yeah, I think that could be arranged,” he replies, making quick work of his clothes and tossing them to the floor.
Suddenly, he hesitates. “Shit, I didn’t bring any condoms. I mean, I’m clean and everything, haven’t been with anyone since I last got tested six months ago, but-,”
“I’m good, too,” I interrupt him, “And it’s not like you’re gonna knock me up.”
He snorts. “True. Well, as long as it’s cool with you…”
Hazel sits up for a moment so I can peel her shirt over her head, and with the last piece of clothing shed, I kneel between her thighs. She tugs me down for a kiss. “You sure?” she whispers.
I nod. “You?”
She nods, and with that settled, I shove her thighs apart, taking my cock in hand and positioning it at her sopping wet entrance.
Slowly, I slide into her, the heat of her engulfing me, and as I do, I feel a dribble of lube being poured down the crack of my ass.
It’s an odd sensation, but I don’t dislike it. I pump into Hazel with slow, careful strokes as fingers start to tease my ass, coating my skin with lube and readying me for what’s about to happen.
I’m not gonna lie, part of me is absolutely fucking terrified, but Chip is slow and gentle, and the sensations his fingers are creating are absolutely incredible, especially when paired with the exquisite pleasure of Hazel’s pussy.
After a while, he deems me ready, and his fingers slowly slide out of me. I feel him shift behind me and something larger moves into place. I still for a moment and Hazel whimpers. I reach down to stroke her clit to make up for the loss of friction.
I hear the click of the bottle, and then slick, wet sounds as he applies more lube. “You sure you want to do this?” he asks, giving me a last chance to back out.
“Positive,” I assure him, even though my heart feels like it’s about to beat out of my fucking chest.
“Just tell me if you need me to stop, okay?”
I nod, and slowly I feel him carefully inching his cock into my ass. I tense up a little and he kisses my shoulder. “Easy,” he murmurs, “Just relax for me, Brendon.”
I suck in a deep breath and slowly let the tension ebb from my muscles, and as I do, I feel Chip’s cock sink into me.
“Holy fucking shit,” I gasp, my head spinning.
The feeling is new and weird, but fucking amazing, and it only gets better when he starts to move and his dick hits some magical place inside me that makes me see fucking stars.
I start to pump into Hazel again and Chip stills, letting me take the reins and control the motion. With each thrust into Hazel, his cock pulls out, and when I pull back, he drives in deeper.
The pleasure is fucking otherworldly, but unfortunately it means I’m not going to last.
“Harder, baby,” Hazel whimpers, “Fuck me harder, please, I’m so close, please make me cum!”
I oblige, and she cries out. “Oh, fuck, yes, just like that!”
Every thrust brings me closer and closer, and when her pussy tightens around me, gripping me like a velvet fist, it’s too fucking much, and her orgasm triggers my own.
I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard in my fucking life.
Chip isn’t far behind us, and after a few more quick strokes, he joins us in release.
The three of us lay intertwined for a long while, catching our breath and simply basking in the post-coital bliss.
“I am really, really glad you forgot your watch,” Hazel remarks.