Rhett obeyed, his pace increasing, thighs flexing as he leaned back a little, braced his hands on the bed, and rode me harder, his ass slapping against my thighs with every move, his slick channel gripping my shaft, making my eyes roll back with pleasure. Sweat glistened on his chest, on his forehead, his face soft and slack-jawed with need as Aimee continued to stroke him.
She squirmed on top of me, clearly getting turned on by watching us fuck. “You’re close, aren’t you? I can tell. Your cock is throbbing in my hand.”
“Yes,” Rhett admitted through gritted teeth, his movements becoming more erratic. “Fuck, yes, so close.”
Her hand never slowed on his cock. “Tell Troy what you need. Beg for it.”
“Please,” Rhett gasped, his gaze locked on mine, desperation clear in their depths. “Please fuck me harder. Need your cum inside me.”
That was all the encouragement I needed. I planted my feet on the mattress, gripping Aimee’s hips to steady her as I began to thrust up into Rhett, meeting his downward movements with forceful upward strokes. The new angle and increased pace had him crying out, his head falling back as I hit his prostate with each thrust.
“Yes,” Aimee hissed, her hand working faster on Rhett’s cock. “That’s it, Troy. Fuck him. Make him come on your cock.”
The combination of her commands and the incredible tightness of Rhett around me was pushing me rapidly toward my own release. I could feel it building at the base of my spine, a coiling pressure that threatened to explode at any moment.
Aimee’s voice was thick with arousal. “He’s going to come. Look at him, Troy. Look at what you’re doing to him.”
Rhett was a vision above me, his muscular body taut with impending release, cock weeping precome over Aimee’s fist. His inner walls fluttered around me, squeezing my length with each upward thrust.
She squeezed his cock under the head. “Come for us. Now, Rhett. Let go.”
With a broken cry, he obeyed, his release spurting over Aimee’s hand and onto my stomach where she straddled me. The sight of his pleasure, combined with the rhythmic tightening of his ass around my shaft, was too much to resist. I felt my own orgasm rushing toward me, unstoppable now.
Aimee climbed off my stomach and leaned down to kiss me fiercely as her small hand reached between my legs, cupping my balls where they drew up tight against my body. The pressure of her fingers, the sight of Rhett writhing on my cock, the taste of Aimee’s mouth—it all combined into a perfect storm of sensation.
“I’m coming,” I gasped against her lips, my hips jerking upward with uncontrolled force. “Fuck, I’m coming inside him.”
“Yes,” Aimee whispered, her tongue tracing my lower lip as her fingers continued to play with my balls. “Fill him up, Troy. Mark him from the inside.”
My vision went white as pleasure crashed over me, each pulse of my cock shooting hot release deep into Rhett’s still-spasming body. It seemed to go on forever, Aimee’s hands drawing out every last drop, every last shudder of ecstasy.
When it was over, the three of us collapsed in a heap of sweat-slick limbs and ragged breathing. Rhett lifted himself off my softening cock, whimpering at the loss before settling beside me. Aimee sprawled across my chest, her small body fitting perfectly against mine as Rhett curled around my other side.
“That was...” Rhett began, then trailed off, unable to find adequate words.
“Yeah,” I agreed, incapable of eloquence as my brain struggled to re-engage after being short-circuited by pleasure.
“I love you,” Aimee said simply, pressing a kiss to my collarbone. “Both of you. So much.”
I tightened my arm around her as I slid my other hand into Rhett’s hair, fingers tangling in the sweat-dampened curls. “We love you too. Always will.”
“We do need a shower, though,” Rhett said, pointing at the sticky mess.
The shower was quick, all knees and elbows as our shower stall was not big enough for three, and we were all laughing by the time we threw on some PJs and tumbled back into bed together, arranging ourselves with Aimee in the middle, my arm thrown over her body and clutching Rhett’s ass.
“We need a place with a bigger shower,” Aimee groaned. “How can I thoroughly clean two boyfriends’ worth of cum off of me in that tiny stall?”
“Mm, maybe we’ll start looking for a place when this lease is up,” I said, rubbing her back.
She turned toward us. “I forgot you guys were subletting. When is Ryker’s lease up, anyway?”
“I don’t know, sometime in spring, I think. We’ll look it up, but not now.”
“Fuck,” Rhett said. “What are we going to tell Ryker?”
Aimee grinned and reached for her phone, typing something into the text message box. The reply came back within seconds, and she laughed.
“What?”
