“You sure?”
He huffed onto my skin, making it more sweaty. “Yes.”
This was the closest I’d ever been to Hugh, and I didn’t know how I felt about it. Was I turned on? Yeah, fucking more than I’d ever been. So much so that I could barely move. But I knew as soon as it was all over, we’d go back to how things were. Yes, I had to live with it, but for me, this double penetration hadchanged things. I’d hoped it wouldn’t when I agreed, but now it was all I could think about instead of being in the moment.
Fuck, I was going to need aftercare as much as Atlas when we wrapped up.
For the first time in years, my stomach twisted and flipped around with nerves and arousal.
Hugh rested his body on top of Atlas, virtually sandwiching him between us. His forehead was on Atlas’s shoulder, and his head was only an inch from my face, close enough to kiss, but I didn’t. However, my fingers traveled upward along his arms to his back, pressing firmly against him to hold us all closer together.
We were getting sweaty and slick. The smell of sex hung heavily in the air. Someone fisted my hair on the side of my head, and I opened my eyes to find it was Hugh.
My heart sped up to dangerous levels, and I dug my blunt nails into his back. What was happening? He’d never done that before.
All of us were grunting, whimpering, and blubbering as we got lost in each other. The only things that existed in this world were the three of us.
Throughout my time playing with Hugh, this was the first time I felt simultaneously whole and lost.
Fuck it.
I moved my hands to grab the hair on Hugh and Atlas’s heads. Hugh’s hair was smooth and silky. Atlas’s was coarser. I pressed my face between their joined heads and thrust. Closer. I needed to be closer to them.
Between Atlas’s tight, oiled hole and Hugh’s cock rubbing along mine, I was going to come at any second.
With one last thrust, I froze as the first spurt exploded from me. I cried out and pumped faster, harder. I needed more. But itall came crashing down around me. It was over as quickly as it had happened.
Hot, sticky cum suddenly spread on my stomach. Atlas. Did he just come without being touched? Well, his dick was being rubbed against my skin through Hugh’s pumping.
Atlas fell heavily on me, and I sank into the bed as Hugh went to town on Atlas’s ass and over my sensitive cock, which just slipped out now that I was no longer hard.
Hugh growled and froze like I had as the orgasm consumed him. With a few more pumps, he fell on top of Atlas. I had both men on me. They were heavy, but comfortable. They belonged there.
All of us lay still, catching our breaths and calming our hearts.
That was the quietest we’d ever been. Usually, a night like this was filled with dirty talk and orders. It showed how lost we got in each other. We completely zoned out.
It was perfect.
It was the worst.
I wanted more, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to have it.
“Oh. My. God,” Atlas groaned, his voice muffled from his face being in my throat. “That was… that was… intense.”
All I could do was nod, since I was pretty sure I couldn’t speak at the moment. The emotions were getting the better of me. But I had to push them aside. I’d accepted my fate a long time ago.
“You came?” Hugh asked Atlas, who could only nod. “Damn. That was hot.”
When Hugh pulled out, Atlas hissed. He stood and removed the shackles binding Atlas’s hands to the bed. Then he grabbed a water bottle and some wipes from his backpack.
Atlas rolled off me, and Hugh sat between us, pulling out several wipes before cleaning off Atlas’s sticky stomach, andthen mine. I couldn’t take the extra care from him, so I grabbed his wrist to stop him. “I got it,” I said in the most upbeat tone I could muster, despite wanting to snap at him. My feelings weren’t his problem or his fault.
“Sure.”
I sat up, took the wipe from him, and finished cleaning myself. Then, he handed me a bottle of water before feeding some to Atlas. I chugged half the bottle, then closed it and set it down on the floor.
We didn’t climb out of bed and immediately put on clothes. Instead, I crossed my legs, and Atlas, who was a little shaky after all that, came to sit on my lap. I smiled and nuzzled his throat, giving him little kisses. He stretched his silk-covered legs on Hugh’s lap, who tenderly rubbed them.
