I pushed all the way into Ali at the same time Sam did, causing Ali to unravel. Ali’s ass began to pulsate around my shaft moments before the room filled with her cries of pleasure. I succumbed to Ali’s ass grabbing at my cock and tightened my hold on her hips as I came. Sam’s fingers gripped the side of my hand as he shamelessly vocalized that he was coming.
After the sounds of ecstasy died down and our breathing had returned to normal, I pulled out of Ali and sat back on my heels. I wiped the sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand while Sam helped Ali off his dick and to rest on her back on the bed. Ali was grinning with her eyes closed. Sam got off the bed, but then he leaned down to kiss her lips.
“Look at you,” Sam murmured. He reached between her legs, taking her clit between his thumb and index finger. He tugged on her clit and laughed while she tried to close her legs due to the extra sensitivity. “Turns out that my sweet little masochistcancome with pleasure instead of pain.”
Sam captured a hold of her chin, then bent down and kissed her before he stood to his full height. He walked toward the foot of the bed where I was still sitting back on my heels, and he ran his fingers through my hair starting at my forehead. As his hand reached the back of my head, he gripped my hair, tugging me closer to him. With the palm of his hand under my chin, his fingers lightly pressed against either side of my face as he stared down into my eyes.
“Next time I want to hear more out of you.” He broke eye contact with me and looked down at my dick. He reached between my legs with his other hand and cupped my balls before he looked me in the eye again. “These feel heavenly,” he said, then leaned in to kiss me. He tasted like Ali’s pussy.
It wasn’t a very long kiss, but during those few seconds, Sam made me feel as though I was more than a third wheel. He playfully patted my chest a few times and then pulled away from my mouth.
“Come on, Josh. Let’s go clean up really quick.”
I followed Sam into the bathroom and hung back while he rummaged in a drawer. He found a package of cleansing wipes and pulled a few out of it before tossing the package to me. We were quiet while we cleaned up, and I finally looked at him in the mirror. He had been looking at me, and when our eyes met, he smiled at me as he walked to the trash can.
“I hope the kiss was okay and not too forward,” he began.
“Yeah, it was fine. No problem with me and the kiss thing.”
“Good,” Sam murmured as he walked toward me from the trash can. “I like your mouth, Josh.” He reached up and ran the pad of his thumb along my bottom lip. His hand dropped to touch the front of my neck to trace my throat and Adam’s apple. “I’d like to hear you more next time, though,” Sam repeated what he had said in the bedroom and placed his hand on the back of my head. He pulled my head to him and kissed me again. Our tongues pushed at one another’s, fighting for positioning.
“Mmm, yes,” Sam said in a matter-of-fact tone. He reached up and touched my lips again. “I definitely love this mouth of yours. Go lie down, and I’ll be right in,” he instructed.
Feeling really good about myself, I headed back to the bed. Ali was propped up on one arm, leaning to the side so she could see into the bathroom. She had a shit-eating grin on her face, making me smile. I shook my head at her and laughed as I got into bed.
“Doesn’t he taste good?” Ali asked.
“He tasted like your pussy,” I teased.
“I know, so good, right?” Ali joked with me as she pushed my arm playfully.
Sam came into the bedroom with the package of wipes, and he cleaned Ali up.
“There, you guys are all fucked, cleaned, and relaxed,” he said as he crawled into bed.
Sam turned the lights out and then spooned with Ali. He reached over her and pulled me closer to them. I laid on my back, but he held his hand on my upper arm while Ali held my hand.
“I should be tired after all of that, but I feel wired, as if I had coffee,” Ali said.
“Talk to us then. Tell us about your family. If Josh already knows, he can lie there and relax. But I want to know about where you came from, Ali.”
“My family is really boring and dull.”
“I don’t care. Tell me.”
Ali sighed but began to talk. I was grateful Sam pressed her for this because I was looking forward to hearing her talk. All I really knew was that she didn’t get along very well with her mom.
“Okay, let’s see. I’m the middle of five kids. I have two older brothers and two younger brothers.”
“Family surrounded by brothers.” Sam laughed a little and added, “Suddenly some of your personality traits are making much more sense.”
“Yeah, I bet,” Ali huffed.
“Keep going,” Sam insisted.
“Well, there really isn’t much to say. Our mom raised us, and she doted on my brothers all the time. I was basically invisible. My brothers were perfect in her eyes. The older ones excelled in everything, and the younger ones were punks. When we were all really little, I’d get right in the middle of their rough housing and play along. They’d pull my hair to try to make me cry, which usually worked. My mom never got too involved.”
Hair pulling is Ali’s hard limit.Now I understood why.
