But when I look into Zoe’s eyes, a woman full of needs looks back at me. This is Goldie. Am I an ass for having to use this nickname, this persona? She’s still Zoe, our sister’s best friend.
And I want her more than I can handle.
She’s not saying no.
Thunder cracks, the lights flicker off, and the electronic displays on the appliances go dark. The power must have gone out. A second later, everything kicks back on thanks to the backup generator we installed.
I should check that everything’s okay, but Zoe’s more important.
I slide my hand back to her clit, and Carson shifts his hand from her hip to her thigh so I can move closer. My fingers brush against his cock as he makes slow, short strokes. I reposition. Alternating kissing Zoe and watching our triple union, my cock and balls are begging for breathing room.
Without missing a beat, I unzip my pants and shuck them off. My underwear’s a little more difficult, but I get it.
The strange acceptance of what we’re doing hits me again. Why am I not bothered by the incidental touches of his cock? Goldie’s breaths heighten as her clit hardens and swells under my fingers.
He’s got to be in pain. And Goldie’s going to make him feel better. Then I’ll give her another orgasm. This three-way dynamic is special. I’ve never had thoughts like this. I’ve never banged one of my sister’s friends. I’ve never been so turned on by watching.
Zoe clamps a hand over mine and her cries ring through my mind. She’s about to climax. I can’t take my eyes off of her mouth hanging open and her eyes lidded with lust as I keep the rhythm she guides me to.
Her fingers tighten, and Carson pumps hard, driving our joined hands harder and harder against her clit. Then her eyes fall shut, her body lurches, and she comes apart in my hand. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
Carson’s hand that has been on her thigh, grips my arm. Does he realize what he’s doing? The strength of his grasp would bruise her. I’m glad to be taking the brunt of it. I’m more than glad.
Her release, the throb of his cock, and the scent of sex shove me over the edge. There’s nothing for me to hold onto as I blow my load over both of them.
Her thigh, her belly, and on Carson. I’ve fucking marked them.
Shouldn’t I want to run? Hide? That’s not what happens in my brain. They’re mine. There’s no turning back. When Goldie drags her finger through my release, my cock twitches again, rallying for one more stream onto them.
Her smile is weak but sated, perhaps thinking I’ll need recharge time, but it’s my turn and I’m not missing it. My cock thickens.
“I’m not done.”
She furrows her brow.
“Hop down. I need to feel you.”
She nods and Carson helps her down while I sheathe myself.
I spin her around, bending her over the counter. Sinking into her tightness, my cock is harder than when I started. Did she lie about being a virgin? I won’t call her out because it doesn’t matter now.
Carson leans with her, kissing her while I fuck her and work her clit. I’m not the only one on a hair trigger. Her walls pulse around me. I come so hard my balls threaten to choke me.
This can’t be a one-time thing.
I pull her up against my chest and Carson sandwiches her between us. For a few minutes, all we do is exist.
No one moves. Our breaths synchronize. Our bodies mesh. Our bond is secure.
Carrying her onto the side of the private deck that faces the mountain, we each rinse off in the outdoor shower then get in the hot tub.
There’s room for eight but she’s snuggled between us on one side, the mountain rising in front of us.
Carson is trailing his fingers down the length of her arm to her fingertip, then back up, and repeating it with the next finger. I’m tracing the strands of her hair, watching her profile as she rests her head against Carson’s arm. Her eyes are closed. Happiness? I don’t want to make a wrong assumption.
“Was that okay?”
She lifts her head with a sleepy smile and curls her arm to rub my chin. “It was even better than I expected.”