Narcos…

We took her to the bedroom. She was wobbly, walking between us, her orgasm by my best friend leaving her rattled in all the best ways. Now the three of us were nude; she was on her knees in front of me on the bed, looking unsure while Driller rolled on a condom behind her.

I kissed her, her hair soft in my hands where I held it away from her face, cradling her head in my hands. Her lips, moving against mine, were yielding and pure silk, her mouth opening to the light flick of my tongue against her bottom lip like a flower, her body melting against mine in perfect love and perfect trust.

She jumped slightly when Driller touched her hips, drawing her back to make her ready for him. She met my gaze, her eyes troubled, worried, and I smiled at her, smoothing a thumb along her jaw and poured into my expression just how much I wanted this, how much I adored her, how much I loved my best friend. Her eyes warmed and she kissed my chest. I closed my eyes and relished the feel of her lips on my skin as she trailed kisses down, down, and lower still. I sucked in a hard breath when her slight gasp as Driller slipped into her brushed heat over the head of my cock.

She took me into her mouth and groaned, and I echoed the sentiment as her voice vibrated through my cock, sending pleasing waves of tingling sensation through me. Driller started slow and easy, making love to my girl with even, measured thrusts, gauging what was good for her and what could be better and with each thrust, she took me a little bit deeper into her mouth, her hot velvet tongue rubbing along my frenulum. I grasped her hair gently, holding it back from her face, the silky strands tangling around my fingers, warm against my hands.

I closed my eyes and concentrated purely on the sensation of Everleigh’s soft mouth working my dick, straining to both not come and to let her do her thing, to just keep my hands in her hair and not try to control her head, not thrust myself deeper into her throat. It could be hot, but I wasn’t willing to do that to her without talking about it first, especially given how many douchebags she’d been hooked up with before me who weren’t too concerned about her consent when it came to those kinds of things.

Driller picked up his pace but kept it easy, faster but not harder. She arched lower to the bed, taking me deeper, easing into a rhythm to match his, the head of my cock nudging the back of her throat, to the point that when she swallowed, it did some really fucking spectacular things around the head. I moaned, letting out a breathy “Yeah, babe…” breathing some words of encouragement, the struggle fuckin’ real to hold myself together, to keep myself from going. I wasn’t ready yet. I wanted this to last for-fucking-ever, even knowing this was just the appetizer and wanting the full course meal.

“Oh, god, yeah,” Driller said and I knew that tone. I knew it meant Everleigh was tightening up around his cock, that she was close, that she was going to come again with my best friend inside her, and that made my heart lift, its pace quicken, and a surge of desire spread out through my body, carried like quicksilver through my veins, making my nerves start to sparkle and glow.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, Bright Eyes. Just like that. Just like that, baby. Take your pleasure,” he encouraged and Everleigh took me deep into her throat, moaned around my dick, and gripped the sheets to either side of my hips as hers jerked back to meet Driller’s oncoming thrust.

It was so beautiful, so pure, and she was so lost in the moment. I felt my cock pulse and I rode that razor’s edge but didn’t quite go over. I wasn’t ready to lose myself, not yet. I wanted in that tight, pink pussy of hers. I wanted deep inside her and for my best friend to get down and dirty with us both.

“She good?” I asked, gathering her hair back from her face. He slipped out of her and she climbed my body hungrily, her mouth going for mine, her beautiful green eyes glazed with pleasure, but the fire lit in her soul matching the burn going on in my own.

“Oh, yeah,” Driller declared.

“More than good,” she murmured, and straddled my hips, her mouth coming down on mine where I sat up against the headboard.

She lowered herself onto me and it felt like coming home, the way I eased into her tight, sopping pussy. Her body was hot and inviting, soft and supple in all the right places, her breasts crushing against my chest, her back arching like an offering. Driller moved up the bed to kiss her shoulder, down her back, showering her with the adoration she deserved.

I moved steadily inside her and her breath fanned hot against my shoulder as she started to fly, drunk or high, off our love, off the chemicals her body released during sex. I held her to me and her hips jerked slightly as Driller rose up behind her. She groaned and moved her hips back and I smiled. He grinned at me over her back and kept teasing her body with his fingers, working her up to taking him.

I brought her mouth to mine, and thrust up into her as she knelt above me. She kissed me and I asked her quietly if what we were doing was all right.

“More,” she whispered, an echo of the first time we’d kissed, the first time we’d fallen into each other’s arms and had completely allowed ourselves to drown in the other. I loved it, and made eye contact with Driller and gave him a slight nod. He threw chin back, and worked at my girl’s body, driving her wild.

After a little bit, he pressed his cock to her asshole and pressed his way slowly into her body. He penetrated her slowly, deliberately, easing her and us into it, and I closed my eyes and relished the sensation of my best friend’s cock slowly sliding against my own through the thin veil of my woman’s body.

It was the best, most erotic sensation on the planet and one I didn’t think I would ever get enough of. I also didn’t think I could do this with any other dude. Driller and I were just that next level kind of tight.

“Oh, fuck,” he said and sucked in a breath between his teeth, going still. I moved and he hissed, throwing back his head crying, “Aw, yeah!”

I loved it. I couldn’t get enough of either of them. We may not have been adventurous enough to pitch or catch for one another, or to suck each other’s dicks, but this? This was fantastic, this was the closest we would ever get, and I was cool with that. He was cool with that, and whatever woman we had between us usually never complained.

This? This was different, though. This filled me with so much fucking love… for him, for Everleigh especially, even for myself, knowing how lucky, how blessed I was to be in this position, that I swear my heart grew several sizes in my chest and got full to the point of bursting.

I was sweating, on that razor’s edge, flying high and drunk on their love; the both of us, Driller and I, working ourselves in and out of Everleigh, see-sawing back and forth with easy, deep, and even strokes, only stopping when he felt like he needed more lube so he wouldn’t hurt my woman, right now, our girl…

“Oh, god!” Everleigh gasped. “Oh, yes!”

I felt her tighten up as much as she could, and pulled back just enough to look her in the eyes, which were heavy-lidded with love and lust. She bit her bottom lip in this seductive way that was even more erotic because she had no idea just how beautiful, sultry, and sexy she was, and with a final thrust, her body stiffened, coiling tight, and she dropped her forehead to my shoulder, hiding her face in the crook of my neck as her body lost all control.

I met my partner’s eyes over my baby’s back and the love, lust, and erotic pleasure in their depths echoed mine and I don’t think either one of us could hold off with how Everleigh’s body convulsed and tempted our own orgasms out of us. I watched Driller stiffen, his eyes close, and I let myself fall, all of us hurtling back to earth from the seventh heaven we’d found ourselves in, crashing into the fluffy cloud of my partner’s king-sized bed and laying in a profoundly satisfied tangle of limbs.

“That was… different…” Driller said sometime later, when we’d managed to clean ourselves and Everleigh up and were laying in a sated, sleepy cuddle-pile, snug in his bed.

“How do you mean?” I asked softly, raising up to check on Everleigh, who had turned in her sleep and was fetched up against Driller’s chest, her face angelic, peaceful in a way I’d never seen before, as she slept.

“She’s ‘the one’, isn’t she?” he asked softly, and I stared into his eyes from several inches away across the pillows.

“Yeah, man. I think so,” I murmured carefully, not entirely sure what he was driving at or what kind of reaction the news was going to draw out of him. I waited on pins and needles the few seconds it took for his thoughtful face to render a verdict. He made up his mind and a slow, sexy smile graced his lips.

“I’m happy for you, man.”

“Yeah?” I asked, both relieved and a little surprised.

“Yeah. She’s something else and you deserve that, all of that. You deserve the selfless loving, the beauty; the grace. Just, everything. It’s not gone unnoticed by me, bro, that she’s just as beautiful on the inside as she is on the outside. You deserve that. You deserve all of it, and so does she.”

He held up a hand over her sleeping form and I raised mine up. We clasped hands and lowered them gently, resting them over her prone and sleeping form between us. I kissed the back of her shoulder where I spooned her and she shifted slightly in her sleep, pressing the curve of her ass into my dick. I closed my eyes and settled, my best friend’s words moving me to tears.

For the first time in a long fucking time, I felt whole in a way I don’t think there are words to explain…