The air left Angel’s lungs with exasperation. “No. I don’t. And neither should you. We have plenty to look forward to. We’re not just going through the motions. We’re making music and performing. We’re living our life’s passion.” He paused. “Isn’t that what you want? Because it used to be.”
That’s what Tommy had been asking himself for the last few weeks, but he was no closer to figuring it out today than when the reporter first put the doubt in his mind. “That’s too big of a question to answer. I can’t help feeling like there should be more. Like I’m stuck in limbo doing the same thing. Is this it? This is all we’re going to do from now on? Play show after show and record album after album until we’re too old to do it anymore? Where do we go from here? There’s got to be more.”
Angel had no answer and seemed to ponder the same question.
“Come on, you two.” Jessi shook Tommy’s shoulder and then Angel’s knee. “Snap out of it. We had such a nice time in Texas. Why can’t we just focus on that?”
Now, Tommy felt bad that he brought Angel and Jessi’s spirits down. They made him infinitely happy, and he never wanted to cause them one second of grief. He smiled warmly at the two people he loved most in the world and took each of their hands in his. “I did have a great time in Texas. Angel sang the national anthem.” His heart ballooned at the memory, and he pulled Angel’s palm to his lips in order to deposit a kiss. “I was never more blown away by your talent. And watching my brother bring home the win made me feel more alive than I had in months. Did you hear me scream like a crazy fan?” He laughed, remembering how ridiculous he sounded.
Jessi’s smile warmed her face and made the corners of her eyes crinkle. “It reminded me of the way I used to cheer for you when we were in college.”
He couldn’t believe she just said that, as if she saw the little fantasy that took place in his head a few minutes ago, and he stared at her, flabbergasted. The sun glistened over her hot pink hair and kissed her cheeks, giving her a youthful glow. It was as if they were transported back in time and sitting on the boardwalk in Coney Island.
Jessi laughed a little. “Why are you smiling at me like that?”
“Because you’re beautiful.”
She melted a little and fell into his arms. While she nuzzled and kissed one side of his neck, Angel took care of the other. Jessi’s soft touch,combined with the forcefulness of Angel’s mouth, spurred Tommy’s arousal to new heights. He tried to contain himself, but these two were relentless, which, he had no doubt, was their plan all along. “What are you doing?” he asked with an erotic chuckle.
“We’re loving you, mi amor,” Angel purred. “Making you happy.”
“That’s all we want, baby,” Jessi whispered. “To make you happy.”
“But . . . wait . . . it’s . . .” Tommy sighed, unable to form words from the amount of desire coursing through him. He ran his fingers through Jessi’s hair, and she let out a tiny moan that made him weak. At the same time, his other hand glided over Angel’s muscular shoulder, hot from the sun’s rays, and it rendered Tommy totally defenseless.
“The pool house is beckoning to us,” Angel stated, in a seductive voice.
The three of them raced to the pool house, hands clasped together, with Jessi and Angel’s wet feet leaving telltale prints on the stamped concrete.
Jessi dropped her bikini with a few quick pulls on the strings before Tommy fully closed the door. He blinked, and Angel’s swim trunks hit the floor. The next second, Angel had Jessi pressed against his body and kissed her so deeply that Tommy couldn’t do more than stare with his mouth hanging open. Witnessing the two of them together, hands gliding over the other’s naked flesh, had Tommy’s blood pulsing, and he knew exactly why Jessi loved to watch so much.
He couldn’t resist a moment longer and wrapped his arms around Jessi from behind, extending his reach to include Angel. Jessi moaned and gyrated against him. In return, he nuzzled her neck and lapped at her flesh, tasting the rich coconut flavor of the suntan oil.
Angel pulled his mouth away from Jessi’s with a huge intake of breath. His hand found the back of Tommy’s head, and he yanked on a chunk of Tommy’s hair. It brought Tommy’s head up and made his lips open with a surprised gasp, which seemed to be the desired result, because Angel slammed a kiss onto Tommy’s mouth so hard that he heard the air leave Jessi’s lungs as she became crushed between them.
A manly hand traveled down the perimeter of Tommy’s torso, but as soon as it landed on his hip, it stopped.
Angel pulled his mouth free. “Are you still wearing your trunks?”
“Yeah. I—” Tommy didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence, because Jessi swung around, and both she and Angel pulled his swimsuit to the floor in one swift maneuver, and then they tackled him. Hands pawed at Tommy from both sides. Lips and tongues covered his mouth and neck and overwhelmed him with sensations. They ended up on the furry rug on the floor, arms and legs entangled as they furiously grinded their bodies together.
They knew exactly where to touch one another and how to enjoy mutual gratification. The three of them moved into their usual positions. Laying on their sides with their knees open wide, it enabled them to give each other oral pleasure at the same time. Their bodies created one continuous circle, linking them together both physically and emotionally.
Tommy always envisioned the ring of love their position formed as he pleasured one of his spouses, which, at the moment, happened to be Jessi. He imagined looking down from above and seeing his wife at his mouth and his husband between his legs and the connection between Angel and Jessi, which completed an unbreakable union. The circle of love. He pictured a current running through his body, starting with the sensations that Angel delivered to his lower half and shooting upwards through his chest. He channeled the glorious buzz into Jessi with his lips and tongue, and she projected them back into Angel’s length where the circle of pleasure was reborn and rejuvenated and took on another layer of passion.
They shifted positions, so everyone had a chance to bestow gratification on the other and get their fill. Grunts and moans filled the pool house with heavy breaths until they couldn’t endure one more second of foreplay.
As if on cue, the triad moved into alignment. Jessi lay on her back. Tommy kneeled over her. And Angel moved in behind him. Once Tommy was ready and prepped, Angel pressed his hips forward and entered Tommy with one huge thrust, which made Tommy plunge into Jessi. There was a collective heaving sigh as each relished the invasion.
This was Tommy’s favorite position, sandwiched between the loves of his life, with Angel at the reins. It was Angel who controlled the momentum, which was always hard and fast, and their bodies slapped together without restraint.
Jessi always climaxed first, although her undulations never abated. They seemed to escalate, causing her to emit near screams. Tommy let go next. With the jolts of stimulation reverberating through his body from both the front and back, he had no idea how he hung on for as long as he did. Angel, always the master of ceremonies, brought down the curtain when he was spent, which was always long after both Jessi and Tommy were weary with sexual exhaustion.
Today was no exception. Tommy could barely hold himself up any longer. His knees wobbled, and his thighs shook from fatigue. His biceps bulged as if he’d been doing push-ups for an hour, and his shoulder muscles ached from being clenched so tightly. Underneath him, Jessi shook like a rag doll.
Finally, when Tommy’s arms were ready to give out, Angel gave one final deep thrust and collapsed on top of him. In turn, Tommy collapsed on top of Jessi. After a few moments, while they all tried to catch their breath and came down from an orgasmic high, Jessi squeaked, “You’re crushing me again.” Then she let out an erotic laugh. “Why do I get the feeling those words are going to be written on my tombstone?”
“Nonsense,” Angel replied. “It’s you, my gorgeous vixen, who will be the death of the two of us.”
