Isaac nods at my words. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Sweet dreams.”
He leaves me lying in Ben’s arms, safely away from the world, even if it’s for just a few hours.
Chapter Twenty
When I wake, Ben is still beside me, sleeping. Light creeps in through the gap between the curtains, which someone drew before we fell asleep. Ben’s arm is around my waist, holding me close to him, his cock hard against me.
We talked after Isaac left, about my father, about Lennox. We didn’t talk about what had just happened, how the three of us had shared ourselves. A maelstrom of feelings unsettle me. I’d seen men with men, women with women, groups, threesomes. I’d never thought I’d be in one and now the possibilities linger in my imagination.
Ben stirs, his hand cupping my breast and squeezing. “Tell me there’s time...”
“There’s always time.” I wriggle from his hold and straddle him, trailing fingernails over his chest, pushing back covers to expose his hard and veined cock. He puts his hands in my hair and guides my head down, encouraging me to take his erection in my mouth.
I do, taking him as deep as I can without gagging, sucking hard then soft. He likes me not to use my hands. I pull away. “How many times have you and Isaac been together?”
Ben’s eyes are swimming with lust. “Twice.”
“How did you know he liked men? How did you know you liked men?”
He laughs, grabs my hips and pushes me up onto my knees, starting to play with my pussy, inserting a finger, then two. I’m wet because I’ve woken thinking about this, about them together.
“I didn’t. We had one of those moments and we kissed. And I’m not fussy about someone’s gender, I’m just fussy about someone. And I’d like that someone to get on my cock and ride it.”
I take hold of his erection and he moves me over it, still holding my hips. He’s strong enough and I’m small enough for him to move me up and down, which is what he does now, sliding into me.
He feels big this way, stretching me, but neither of us is in the mood for slow.
“Did you ever fantasize about Isaac fucking me?”
“Yes. About both of us fucking you. I want to see you take his dick here.” He moves his hand from my hip to my ass, pushing a finger into my puckered hole. There’s enough wetness for it not to hurt and the stretch is enough for me to lose my words.
When I come, I turn to jelly, unable to move anymore. Ben shifts me onto my front and mounts me from behind, making me see more stars and need to call for mercy as he takes what he needs. He holds me tight as he comes deep inside me, staying there for minutes afterwards.
When he’s finished he wraps me in his arms, cupping my sex and touching me tenderly.
“I love knowing that you’re full of my come. When we’re in the square later, I’ll be trying not to think about me still being inside you.”
I nod, not sure if I’ll be able to walk the few hundred metres to where Lennox is giving his speech alongside Goldsmith.
I groan. “Now I’m thinking about today. I should get ready.”
“I’m surprised Franklyn hasn’t been in to supervise you.” He chuckles. “I sometimes think he gets off on what you do.”
“I don’t think I’m what Franklyn finds attractive. I think you’re more his type.”
Ben smiles, plays with a strand of my hair. “You’re safe. He’s not mine.” He slaps my ass without force. “We should get ready. Time to watch history being made.”
* * *
The square is packed. Crowds of people have poured into the area, police forming a wall around the vicinity. My heart races, performing its own drum roll for my brother and I can’t help but think that this is sheer madness.
All these people; all these threats. Lennox’s supporters are the prominent ones; placards are raised promoting the renewed unity between the two countries and there are chants around the crowd calling his name.
He takes the podium, a big screen behind him, erected against the historic town hall, projects his image, his smile blinding his audience.
Ben stands next to me, Isaac just behind us. Goldsmith is waiting in the wings to take the stage next, to add to whatever Lennox says in his well-planned speech.
Our security are everywhere, but I don’t feel safe. There’s a tension that pollutes the crowd and makes me grab hold of Ben’s arm.
