CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE - DANNY
When I first saw Alec in that gym back when we were teenagers, I had no idea that ten years later we’d be this… this perfect threesome. It took a long time. It took a lot of shared danger, and adventures, and fear to get here. It took a lot of arguing, and fist fights, and blood too. Hell, it even took a couple of betrayals and a lot of time apart.
But we made it, I realize.
We’re still here, we’re still committed, we’re still friends.
Anyone can be lovers. It’s not that hard to let things go and give in to sex. And most people can even find a way to fall in love. But it’s an altogether other thing to find one person you love, like to fuck, and are friends with at the same time.
So finding two is like winning that billion-dollar Powerball.
That’s how lucky I feel right now.
I ease my finger out of Alec’s ass. He groans, turning his head to look at me. Questions in his eyes. Simple ones. Like, What’s next?
I glance at Christine, who’s asking the same thing. It’s only then that I realize I’m in charge tonight. But that’s OK. I have a pretty good idea of how I want this night to go. So I bring Christine over to me, forcing her to remove her finger too, and place her between us. She’s facing me, and Alec has turned slightly so that his chest is pressing into her back. I look at him and a sly grin creeps up my face.
Christine mutters, “Yes. Yes,” as I smile.
I don’t even have to say what comes next. It’s like Alec is reading my mind. Because he reaches down, grabs his thick, hard cock, and parts Christine’s ass cheeks. And just as he does that I reach down, hands clasping the underside of her knees, and lift her up.
She automatically wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. We are all wet from the shower. We are hot and flushed from the steam and the water. But I can feel her wetness as she begins to rub her pussy against the shaft of my cock. Pressing it up against the length of my stomach.
Alec maneuvers behind her and she gasps, the muscles in her face tightening as her fingernails dig into the back of my neck when he enters her ass. Her shoulders tighten and come inward, forcing her perfect round breasts together. Her nipples are tight and erect, and water is dripping down her face, droplets catching on the edge of her upper lip and then silently melding together and streaming down the corners of her mouth.
I lean forward and kiss them. Licking her lip, then biting it with the edges of my front teeth. She sucks in a breath of air just as Alec’s mouth finds a place to nibble on her ear.
“Oh, God,” she says, letting her head fall back onto his shoulder.
He’s looking at me, smiling as he whispers, “Put yourself inside her now.”
I might like to drag this out a little longer. Bide my time and go slow.
But I can’t. I can’t wait to follow his command.
Alec’s grip on the underside of Christine’s ass holds her in place as I let go of one thigh, reach for my cock, and force it downward. The head drags along Christine’s belly, the pressure almost too much to bear, but then, just as I think I can’t stand it, my cock is between her legs and I’m pushing my way inside her wet pussy, slick with her desire.
Alec moans as I do this. And when I glance up at him, his eyes are closed, but fluttering. His jaw is clenched. The muscles of his face contracting, then relaxing.
I can feel him. Such a soft, thin piece of flesh separating us we move in opposite directions inside her. He thrusts forward as I pull back. Then we switch and do the opposite. Each of us understanding our part.
We fuck Christine like we’re playing instruments. The two of us take her and make a song. We turn sex into a symphony.
Christine kisses me relentlessly. Her fingers wrapped up in my mostly wet hair. Tugging and pulling until my scalp feels the burn of her demanding urgency.
Fuck, I like that. I like that a lot. So I kiss her back with desperation. A driving need to push my tongue inside her mouth the way Alec and I have pushed ourselves inside her ass and her pussy.
We are totally connected in this moment. I don’t think it can get any better than this.
But when Christine turns her head and Alec leans forward, and all three of our mouths collide—it does get better.
I can’t even describe how good this feels.
Alec lets go of one of Christine’s legs and she drops a foot to the tiled floor. I glance down at the shape of her, the muscles straining as she stands on one tiptoe.
But Alec’s hand in my hair, squeezing tight as Christine’s grip pulls in the opposite direction, refocuses me on him. Our eyes meet. His amber ones. My blue ones. And Christine knows what to do. She moves her head to the side, just a little. Just enough. So that he and I can kiss.
He draws blood with his first bite, and I laugh through the stinging pain. Because it feels good. Too good to care.
I reach around him, my large hand flat on the small of his back, my fingers splayed wide, and force him closer. Closer. Until we are nothing more than a mass of hard muscles and soft breasts. I allow my hand to fall, letting my fingers slip into his ass.
“Yes,” he groans. And then his hand is on my back. Falling along the lines of muscle that define my hip until his fingers are inside me too.
“Holy shit,” Christine says. Because we are pumping faster now. Our rhythm still perfect, but our motion more urgent.
We fuck each other like that for several seconds. Breathing hard. And moaning. Alec’s hips bang into Christine’s ass with such force the water begins to splatter off her body with each slap of skin.
I think I lose control then. I can’t stop myself. I pump fast, trying to force my cock deeper. I grip Alec harder, my fingers desperately trying to be deeper inside him too.
Christine throws her head back, mouth open and eyes closed. She is moaning, “Oh. Oh. Oh,” over and over again as her legs begin to tremble and then suddenly go limp.
I have to stop fucking Alec with my finger to catch her before she falls, and she laughs. Softly moaning, “Sorry, sorry…”
And Alec laughs too. Just a small chuckle into my mouth as he kisses me softer now.
Because we all know what’s coming…
Christine’s pussy grips around the shaft of my cock and Alec and I have to stop kissing. I know she’s gripping his cock with her ass and this… it’s just…
She comes. Moaning turns into a litany of “Oh, shit, oh, shit… oh…”
I can’t hold it in. I come too. I release everything I have inside her. I grab her hair the way she was grabbing mine and press our faces together. Her eyes open and we stare at each other. Breathing too hard and loving each other too much.
Alec pushes me, forcing me backwards until I bump up against the tiled bench on the far side of the shower and automatically sit.
His cock withdraws from Christine’s ass and I stare at it. Hanging long and hard between his legs. He reaches for my hand as Christine slumps against my chest. Bringing it towards him. I look him in the eyes as I grip his cock and he steps forward.
And then I force Christine’s head down with my other hand and say, “Open your mouth, Christine.”
And she does. With eyes closed.
I pull on Alec until he reaches out for the wall, trying to steady himself. And then I aim his come into her mouth.