My heart is thudding in my chest. Am I seriously going to do this? I look at Lila — at her beautiful face, her sparkling lust-filled eyes, her softly smiling lips. I think about all the things she said earlier, about picturing Sam and I together. Somehow knowing it turned her on made it easier to stomach.

And I think about her words just now … you can be anyone you want in here. Is this who I want to be?

Fuck if I know.

I can’t look at Sam, but I can hear his deep breaths coming from Lila’s other side. I look only at Lila, at her deep green eyes. Then I sneak a quick glance down at Sam’s cock.

Lila still has her hand wrapped around the base, but the rest of it strains above her small hand. It’s a big dick — mine’s bigger, of course — but still pretty substantial. Way too big to fit in my mouth.

I shake my head lightly. Why am I even thinking about this? No way am I going to do this.

But Lila’s hand is still on the back of my neck. The pressure is just enough to remind me of what she’s suggesting, but not enough to push me into anything.

I lick my lips again and try to imagine what his cock would taste like. I can’t say I’ve never been curious — every guy on the planet’s wondered what it would be like to suck his own cock, after all. So maybe Sam would just be an extension of that.

I look at it again — the throbbing purple head, the thick vein, the glistening dot of precum at the slit. Oh Jesus. That dot of moisture seems to wink at me, taunting me. Begging me to lick it away.

I take one more look at Lila. She’s smiling so sweetly. I take a deep breath, and then I do it.

I lean forward. Both Lila and Sam shift, almost imperceptibly, making room for me to lean across her lap and into Sam’s. I don’t touch him yet, but my face is inches from his thick cock. My own cock is hard as steel now, raging against my pants and aching so badly I’m afraid it’s going to go off any minute.

I take another deep breath, and then I reach my tongue out and run it across the tip of Sam’s cock. He groans immediately. The sound turns me on — Sam groaning. I want to make him do it again. I run my tongue over him again, licking up the bead of moisture, teasing the tip, the way I’ve always liked women to do for me. Sam groans again. The sound is fucking music to my ears.

Lila finally moves her hand away from the back of my neck. She runs her fingers through my hair and then back down along my back. She moves her hand around to my front, cupping my bulge. I can’t hold back a groan of my own. My cock is straining so hard now it’s almost painful.

Sam shifts his hips slightly, drawing my attention back to him. His cock is throbbing still, pulsing. I move Lila’s hand out of the way and grab it by the base, stroking him a few times, the same way I do when I jerk myself off.

I run my tongue along the head again, and then slowly take him into my mouth. My lips are stretched wide around his girth — how does Lila do it? I flatten my tongue, trying to make more room, and then slowly pull him deeper into my mouth. There’s so much of him, though, that even when it feels like he’s going to bump against the back of my throat, I still can’t get the whole thing in.

I slowly start bobbing my head up and down, the way women have done to me. Sam is groaning still, his breath coming in short pants now, his thigh muscles flexing under my forearm. His hands move to my hair, pushing my head further down onto his cock. Into his groin.

Rather than pissing me off, the action turns me on even more. He uses his hands in my hair to guide my head, setting a faster pace. I’m really bobbing up and down on him now. I can taste the salty musky flavor of the pre-cum that comes from his tip.

“Oh, shit, Bennett,” Sam growls. His hips are bucking up towards my face now, almost grinding against me. “I’m going to come if you keep doing that.”

He’s giving me one chance to pull back, but I already know I’m not going to. Instead I squeeze the base of his dick tighter, increase the suction in my mouth, and pull the orgasm out of him.

Sam explodes into my mouth, filling me with his spent excitement. It’s shocking the amount of it that comes out of him, but I force myself to keep swallowing. It’s salty and strong but not unpleasant, and the way Sam is moaning as his hips buck against my face is worth it. I suck out every last drop, until he’s practically whimpering.

I finally pull away and sit back up. Well, shit.

Sam looks stunned, but Lila’s eyes gleam with arousal.

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” she breathes. “Holy fuck.”

I have to chuckle at the awed expression on her face. But my laughter fades away into something else when she pushes me backwards down onto the bed.

“I have to fuck you. Now.” She’s already stripping off her dress, clawing at her bra, baring herself to me. She straddles my hips, then slides my belt off and yanks my pants down over my hips.

My cock is still aching, and I get a small measure of relief when she frees it from the confines of my boxer briefs, but the second she wraps her hand around the base, I almost come.

“I’m not going to last long,” I pant.

Lila has a wicked smile. “That’s okay — neither am I.”

She wriggles his hips, rubbing my cock with her pussy lips and lubing me up with her sweet nectar. I grab her hips, holding her up just enough that she can line me up at her entrance, and then I guide her hips back down.

She sighs as she sinks down on me, but I already feel the edges of my orgasm creeping into my muscles.

“Fuck,” I breathe. Lila bucks her hips against me, bobbing up and down on my cock. Her fingers slip between her legs and she turns tight little circles around her swollen clit. Her head goes back, her bright red hair streaming down over her shoulders as she bounces on my cock.

Sam comes up behind her, straddling my thighs just behind Lila. It feels strange to have him there while I’m fucking her, but no stranger than anything else I’ve done tonight.

He reaches his hands around her and grabs her tits. He pinches her nipples, twisting and flicking them while she rides me. It’s hot, watching both of them.

Fuck. I grab Lila’s hips and plow my cock into her. The orgasm hits me ferociously, twisting all my insides and tensing my muscles so hard I think they might shatter.

I explode into Lila, just as her body starts to rock on top of me. Sam holds her up as the violent orgasm takes over her body. Her pussy clenches me tightly and I unload everything I have into her tight wet heat.

Lila’s eyes flutter. For a second, I think she might pass out, but then she slumps backwards against Sam. He holds her protectively in his arms, tight against his bare chest, stroking her hair and kissing her neck. I gaze up at the two of them, surprised I don’t feel more jealous of their tenderness, but somehow it doesn’t bother me. Especially not after everything else that just happened.

I take a minute to catch my breath. I’m not capable of forming words just yet, and I’m not sure what I would say even if I could.

I could never have predicted tonight. I hate Sam. Hated him? Yet being with him and Lila is the best sex I’ve ever had. God help me, I want more of it. Lots more.

When Lila’s breath has finally returned, she turns and plants a kiss on Sam. I watch as their tongue tangle, as her rosy nipples start to peak again. God damn.

After a minute, she breaks off the kiss and then leans forward, kissing me in the same way. My hands slide around her naked back, stroking her tired muscles.

The way she squirms against me is starting to make my dick hard again, and I moan against her mouth. I look up at Sam, poised behind her, and can tell that he’s ready to go again too.

Seeing him there behind her, with my cock still nestled in her pussy, gives me an idea of how we can fuck her together. Not tonight — she’ll need to work up to it — but soon. After all, she did promise to give me her ass.

Lila gazes down at me. There’s a funny look on her face.

“What are you smiling about?” she asks.

“Oh, just thinking of all the things we can do together,” I tell her with a grin. Her face breaks into a smile.

“Good. Can we start right now?”

I chuckle. Sam already has his cock in his hand and he grins too.

“Oh yes. I think that can be arranged.”

We spend another couple of hours at the club, with Sam and I taking turns fucking Lila and going down on her. Eventually she’s had so many orgasms that she begs us to take her home to let her sleep.

I gaze down at her tousled hair, her battered exhausted body, at the completely sated smile on her face, and grin to myself.

I hope she realizes we’re only getting started.