“I tried,” she admits, “For a long time, more than anything, I wanted to hate your guts. But I never stopped loving you.”
“Me neither. I know I’ve got a lot of making up to do, but I’ll do whatever it takes to earn your forgiveness for leaving.”
“You’re already forgiven,” she says, a sly smile slowly sneaking across her lips, “But I’ll let you do some of the ‘making up’ anyway.”
“Well, I may not have flowers and jewelry handy, but I think I can come up with something,” I murmur, leaning down and brushing my lips over hers.
My tongue traces the seam of her lips and she parts them in invitation, letting me taste her. Her hands venture under my shirt. I reach down and place my hands under her ass, hoisting her up. She wraps her legs around my waist, and I break the kiss long enough to turn to Elliot. “My room or yours?”
“Mine.”
With that, the two of us head down the hall and I carry Lena with me. Once we’re past the threshold, it’s a hurricane of clothes coming off. Once she’s stripped bare, I toss Lena into the center of the bed, then join her, kissing my way down her body.
She turns to look at Elliot, who’s watching the scene and stroking his cock.
“You just going to stand there or are you going to come join us?” asks, her voice breathless and trembling.
“It would be my pleasure,” Elliot replies, and I hear the sound of his quiet footfalls as he approaches the bed.
I dip my tongue between Lena’s folds and taste her sweet arousal. Just like I remembered. I’d always loved getting between her fucking thighs, I could happily eat her out for hours, and that hasn’t changed a bit.
She moans and knots her fingers in my hair, keeping my head firmly in place. “Oh, fuck, yes, Shaun,” she whimpers.
My tongue explores the length of her dripping slit until I find that sensitive little nub that makes her squirm and squeal.
The sounds of her pleasure suddenly go muffled, and I glance up to see Lena and Elliot kissing while my tongue attacks her clitoris. While there’s a slight jealous twinge, it’s overpowered by arousal at the sight.
It kind of hits me that jealousy isn’t this huge, insurmountable feeling. It’s normal and natural in any relationship, and yeah, it’s something I’m definitely going to have to learn to handle, but I know for them, I can make it work.
My tongue traces indecipherable patterns that make her gasp and writhe, and when I peer up again, I see that Elliot is playing with her nipples, making the sensitive little buds stiffen, rising to stand at attention.
He bends down to take one of them between his lips and she lets out a sharp cry of pleasure. “Oh, fuck,” her fingers tighten in my hair, “Don’t stop, please,” she pants, “I’m so close.”
I work my tongue a little faster, feeling a surge of excitement as her body trembles underneath me. I fucking love to make her cum, the way she shakes and moans for me is just so damn sexy.
“Fuck, Shaun, Elliot, please, don’t stop, I’m going to cum,” she gasps, her fingers tight and tugging on my hair now as her breath hitches.
I don’t stop, mercilessly devouring her pussy, and I hear her let out a primal scream of pleasure as the orgasm rips through her. Her pussy washes my tongue in the savory delight of her juices, and I lick her clean of every last drop.
I could do this over and over again, tasting her and bringing her to climax again and again, but there’s also a hum of excitement running through me as I look up and see Elliot watching, waiting for a turn of his own with one or both of us.
His cock is already hard as a rock, ready and waiting, and he wraps a hand around it, giving it a few strokes. My own erection throbs with desire, remembering how fucking good those hands felt on me last night.
I lick my lips clean of Lena’s arousal and sit up, looking at Elliot. “Get over here,” I order, patting the bed next to where Lena is still catching her breath.
He looks at me, curiosity in his gaze, but he obeys, and once he’s laying down, I push his knees apart, just like I had done to kneel between Lena’s thighs, and I shift over so that now I’m positioned between Elliot’s legs.
I remind myself that I’ve done this before and there’s nothing to be nervous about, but last time I’d had a fair dose of liquid courage, so even though it’s not, it feels like the first time.
Slowly, I bend down, wrapping my lips around the head of his cock. There are already a few salty beads of pre-cum on the tip, and I’m surprised and pleased to find that I like the taste of him just as much as I love the taste of Lena’s cunt.
“Oh, God, yes,” he hisses, “Fuck, Shaun, you feel so good.”
I glance at Lena to see she’s still catching her breath, but her eyes are locked on us, watching us. So, I decide to put on a good show for her.
I take more of him into my mouth. It’s an odd sensation, and I know I’m going to need some practice to be able to swallow all of his massive dick, but for now, I test my limits and push myself as far as I can go. When I’ve taken as much as I can, I wrap my hand around the base to jack off what I can’t suck.
“Holy shit, Shaun,” Elliot groans, and I feel a surge of satisfaction.