CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT - ALEC
I haven’t touched anyone since I last saw Christine and Danny. Almost quite literally. Apart from smashing down dear old Liam earlier, I don’t think I’ve had my hands on another soul before now. To have my reintroduction to physical contact come in this way, with these people, is more than I could have hoped for. Had I attempted to hope for anything at all.
I don’t know that before this very moment I could have understood that a kiss can be both passionate and tender simultaneously. But that’s what this kiss with Danny is. It is filled with lifetimes of familiarity and want and yet it is as fragile as new love. Which, in so many ways, is exactly what it is.
When I last ‘left’… which isn’t the right word, but I’ll choose it nonetheless… Danny and Christine, we had only just begun to understand this new version of us. And after my departure, I have to assume we all believed that was as far as it would ever go. So to now be rejoined, reborn, reimagined, is something none of us could have predicted and despite the heat of the moment, it feels essential that we go slow.
However, Danny’s mouth on mine and Christine’s lips on my cock are making it difficult.
The clenching in my stomach smarts just a tiny bit and I moan in discomfort. Christine can’t hear, I don’t think, with the sound of the water splashing down about her ears, but Danny senses it. He stops kissing me but leaves his mouth close to mine. He takes me by the back of the neck with one of his rugged hands, slides his lips along my cheek, and lands at my ear, whispering, “You OK?”
He rolls his forehead around to mine and presses us together, staring into my eyes with a probing look. Christine is still absorbing my cock entirely and stroking at Danny. Both Danny and I are heaving breaths, drinking in the shower as we gasp. I make sure I keep my eyes open so that he can see I’m telling the truth when I nod and whisper back, “Yes,” before I force my mouth back on his and bite at his lip as I kiss him with the exigency of a long-lost lover. Which is exactly what I am.
It’s been so long since I’ve had my cock in anyone’s mouth that I’m worried I’m going come too quickly. Especially with the power of Danny’s kiss intersecting with mine. So I pull back—both from Danny and Christine—and shudder as my body lands against the wall of the great, massive shower box.
Christine stands, a worried look on her face. It is matched by Danny’s worried look as he reaches out for me. “Are you OK?” they both ask now.
“Yes. Yes,” I assure them. “I’m very well indeed. Possibly too good, in fact.”
Danny chuckles a bit and steps toward me. There is a look in his eyes that I may have seen once. Maybe twice. But I’ve never seen it directed toward me. It is a look of power and seduction. Of anger and love simultaneously coexisting. It is frightening and electrifying. Competing emotions abound.
“C’mere,” he says. Rhetorically. I’m not going anywhere.
I take a step toward him and he takes my wrist and forces my hand onto his cock. I wrap my fingers around it, tightly, and I begin to pull. The burning heat from the water stings my back and chest. Danny throws his head back and with lips closed, he moans long and slow.
“Don’t stop,” he says as he now takes Christine’s hand and places it around my own cock. She smiles at Danny. He smiles back. They kiss as I jerk on him and she jerks on me. And now, Danny takes my other hand and places it at the entrance to Christine’s pussy. They are still kissing, but he guides me there with his eyes closed. Then he wraps his palm around the back of my hand and forces both my fingers and his up inside her at the same time. I feel the firm muscles of her stomach contract as he does this, and her thighs shiver as we finger her, slowly.
We are a perfect simulacrum of a triangle. Forced into being once again. Only this time by Danny. If I was proud and filled with glee at the idea that I caused us to be the last time we found our way to each other—and I was—in this moment, in this place, in this time… Danny is in charge. He is the one who is dictating the terms. Again, this is a Danny I have seen. But never this close and never with this level of command. It is magnificent.
Our slow, methodical fingering of Christine’s pussy is turning more urgent. And the harder we stroke inside of her, the harder she pulls on my cock. And the harder she pulls on my cock, the harder I pull on Danny’s. And now we all lean into one another and strive valiantly to have our mouths on each other’s at the same time. Three tongues darting and piercing. Each fighting for communion with the other two. We are drinking in as much water as we are each other.
And suddenly, Danny pulls away, spins me around, and pushes me face first against the glass. He presses his body against my back, and I feel his throbbing cock against my ass. He grabs my hair, pulls my neck back, and places his mouth by my ear once more. “Tell me you love me,” he whispers.
“What?” I say, feigning that I didn’t understand him. I don’t know why I do it. I think, more than anything, I’m just a bit shocked. For so long, Danny refused this journey. Refused every attempt I made to get him to come along. Even back before the evening of… the unpleasantness… while he was there, while he was willing, he wasn’t fully present. He was the reticent figure. The ambivalent one. The one who seemed as though he could run away at any moment.
Here, now, he is as demanding of me as I have ever been of him. Something happened in this intervening time. Something inside him has been unleashed. Something, perhaps, between him and Christine. I don’t know, but I’m going to be very curious to learn how far this part of Danny is ready to push things.
“I said, tell me you love me,” he says again.
“I love you,” I say. “I love you. I love you. I do, Danny. I love you.” I make no attempt to free his hand from my head or push his cock away from my ass. Whatever it is he wants to do to me, it shall be at his pleasure.
He reaches behind him, grabs Christine, and pulls her to join us. He slides to one side, places her on the other, and now they effectively straddle me, his hard, throbbing cock on one hip, and her pulsing, wet pussy on the other. They have their hands on my ass. I can feel them both starting to finger my asshole, from both sides. Just as Danny and I split Christine, they are now finding their way inside me. He leans in yet again and says, “Tell Christine.”
I turn to look at him. He nods, indicating that I look over at our nunu. As he does, he forces his fingers into me deeper. I tense and smile and turn my head to face Christine. She looks nervous. Her fingers are still working their way inside along with Danny’s, but she appears anxious. Anxious and wet and beautiful. And I tell her how beautiful she is to me, in so many words.
“I love you,” I offer. “I love you, Christine. I love you with all my heart. I love you both. This is where I want to be and I will do what it takes, all it takes, forever and always, to see to it that we are never apart again.” It’s such a profoundly eager proclamation that I fear I may come over as fulsome, but I don’t care. It is not only how I feel, it is imperative that she hear it.
And suddenly, she calls to mind my dream. The one in which she arrives in the rain and I cannot tell if the water on her face is from the weather or from tears. I see the streaks on her delicate face now, and I don’t know from what source the water is streaming. Her eyes or the cascading shower. But I suppose it’s likely both. Because she says, almost inaudibly over the sound of the beating water and three frantic lovers finding one another again, “I’m sorry.”
I grab her face, force my mouth onto her—as I do, both she and Danny finger my ass harder and faster—and kiss her with the intention of swallowing her whole. Of consuming every last bit of her. And when I finally break the kiss, I tell her, “I am too, my love. I’m sorry too.”
And though I’m sure it’s just the heat of the shower landing against my back, I could very nearly swear that my tattoo—the triangle—pulses with energy along all three lines.