We each hold out a hand and help her to her feet, but when she’s standing at full height, I steal her away and press a kiss to her lips.
Once she’s slipped into the bathroom, Cam and I slump onto the bed. The silence between us doesn’t feel heavy or awkward. In fact, it’s comfortable. It’s like the unspoken understanding we’ve always had has only gotten stronger.
“I’m glad you’re here with us,” I tell him.
His lips twitch with the hint of a smile. “I’m glad you talked me into coming.”
“Aww, look at you two.” Yana strolls into the room, hips swaying. She’s so fucking perfect, and I can’t help but stare. “Bonding and opening up. Think you’ll want to be each other’s boyfriends too?”
Cam narrows his eyes, a mischievous smirk tipping his lips. “Sorry to disappoint, Red.” He grabs her wrist and pulls her onto his lap so she’s straddling him. “I love my best friend, but I don’t swing that way, no matter how close we end up physically while we’re fucking you.”
“Same for me.” I push her wild locks off her face. “We’reyourboyfriends only.”
“Okay, okay.” Her breath hitches as Camden slides inside her. “More love for me.”
“Only for you,” he murmurs as she grips his shoulders and rides him.
I cup the back of her neck and tip her head back, licking into her mouth. She moans, sliding her fingers into my hair and tugging.
I pull back, pumping my cock, and take her in. She’s a mess. The most stunning mess I’ve ever seen. Her hair falls over her shoulders, her eyes glimmering with fire, her lips swollen and puffy.
“Let’s get more comfortable.” Camden stands, guiding Yana’s legs around his hips, and positions himself against the headboard. Then he eyes me over her shoulder. “Come here, Logan.”
I climb onto the bed, staying on my feet, and stand at her side while she rides his cock and he palms her tits. Without slowing, she twists my way and grabs my dick, urging me to move closer. Then she’s taking me into her mouth again.
“Fuck.” I grunt, shutting my eyes.
We fall into a rhythm. The room fills with our moans, whimpers, and groans echoing around us. Their bodies slap together, mixing with the sound of her gagging on my cock. I fuck her mouth, enjoying the way she swirls her tongue around its head and how she grazes her teeth around my shaft from time to time while she rotates her hips, fucking Cam hard.
My orgasm is explosive, taking me by surprise as I coat her throat with my cum. She swallows, her watery eyes wide and locked on mine, then quickly falls apart. With a curse, Cam fucks up into her, spilling inside her too.
She falls back, and we join her, flanking her on the mattress, all three of us out of breath. Bodies glistening with sweat, we touch her, tease her, finding ways to make her beg for more with just our fingers.
Like this, her nerve endings alight and overstimulated, every touch brings her close to the edge.
“You sound so fucking sweet,” Camden says, voice rough. “Makes me think you’re ready for round three.”
By some miracle, I’m hard again. Forget needing a comedown period. “I fucking am.” I prop myself on my elbow, looking down at Yana. “Wanna get on all fours for me?”
“Why, yes.” With a wicked smile, she flips over, her ass in the air. “Get your cock inside me.”
Heart still thundering, I situate myself between her legs and place my hands on the small of her back. She arches more, begging to be stuffed, so I give her what she wants, guiding my cock to her entrance and burying myself inside her in one hard thrust. When my vision goes hazy, I hold still and find my bearings. From there, I keep my movements slow and gentle, making sure neither of us comes too soon.
Still lying on his back, Camden presses his fingers to her mouth, tracing her bottom lip, his blue eyes practically glowing with lust.
“I want your cock in my mouth,” she tells him breathlessly.
He slips off the bed and stands at the edge near her head. “Open up.”
Eagerly, she does what she’s told.
“Good girl,” I praise her as I slide out until only my tip is still inside her. Then I fuck her in earnest.
Across from me, Camden fucks her throat, and when he catches me looking at him, he breaks into a grin. I can’t help but wear a matching expression. Clearly, we’re still trying to understand how we got so fucking lucky.
What we’re doing doesn’t feel like chaos. It doesn’t feel wrong.
It’s a choice.
