My cock leaks in anticipation.
She points down. “Put it in there too.”
Obediently, I line up my cock. Push in beside him until I bottom out.
Oh my God, this is so fucking tight.
Our cocks skate against each other to fill her wet heat. Every nerve lights up. I’m pretty sure nothing is ever goingto compare to this moment when I truly understand what nirvana means.
“Holy fuck,” I whisper to no one in particular.
Marin starts coming without us even moving. To keep her in place, Jonah holds her by the elbows, I grip her ass. Jonah thrusts upward into her and I sproing free. Quickly, I guide myself back in and scoot a hair closer so it won’t happen again.
This time, Jonah and I find our cadence. We move together. Cock frotting against cock, pressure building. Heat coils low in my spine. Marin’s pussy convulses around our cocks as she enters some sort of orgasmic loop. I free one hand so I can rub her clit to amp things up even further.
Her cries turn absolutely frantic and she sprays my entire chest in liquid. She shrieks and shakes, pussy pulsing around both of us. Knowing I’ve helped her achieve this level of pleasure for her is intoxicating.
“Enough.” Jonah lets her arms free. “She’s spent.”
I slide out of her carefully. Soaked in her juices. Breathe like I’ve been running uphill for an hour. Marin collapses backward into the arms of her husband. Jonah lifts her off, rolls her to the side gently and kisses her lips.
Then looks at me. “Your turn to fuck me.”
For hours afterward, they take the lead. My world shrinks to skin and motion. Bodies merging and shifting in a sexual trance until the clock loses meaning.
This isn’t love. Marin and Jonah want what they want. Tonight I’m part of it. I match their pace and let instinct carry me so I can experience as much as they’ll allow. Somewhere in the middle of it, something clears inside me.
They’re giving me something I need. Proof what I crave is not only possible but permissible.
When it’s obvious they’re done with me. I don’t take it personally, I’m ready to go. I get dressed and they walk me out, locking thedoor behind me.
No promises, no goodbyes.
Driving home, I grip the wheel. Not to steady myself, to stay grounded in my body.
Tonight was supposed to fulfil a secret fantasy. Turns out, it was a revelation.
I’ve never felt more like myself.
Has my entire fucking world shifted?
Yes.
I’ve been used and worshipped. Split and centered.
No label touches it. No name contains it.
I need this.
Permanently.
twenty-six
Avonna
Eighteen Months Later
Tonightisbittersweet.
