“It’s the rough to your sweet.” Isaac’s hands find me and her as I speak.
“Sometimes I want the rough too.” She takes hold of both my hands and places them on her tits. I feel her nipples harden beneath the material of just a vest. “Maybe I want it from both of you.”
My dick is hard in my trousers. I look up at Isaac and see his eyes glazed with lust, his hands still on both of us.
I can lose myself here tonight. Maybe find myself too.
I kiss Blair first, mouth dominating hers and Isaac’s hands switch to cupping her breasts, pulling up her vest. I feel her groan as he pinches her nipples and she holds on to my waist harder.
When I pull away and step back she bites her bottom lip, her eyes half-lidded as she looks up at me. There’s no innocence in them. She’s seen enough, heard everything. Pain, pleasure and all the points in between.
Blair is no delicate petal of blossom. She’s steel and diamond and although she may be a chandelier she’s wired to withstand time.
Isaac pulls up her vest, exposing her tits. I sink down and take a nipple in my mouth, nibbling and sucking and looking up to see him kissing her neck, his hand on her other breast. I work her pyjama bottoms and knickers down, leaving her naked for both of us and handing her the power.
Her head tips back and Isaac sucks at her neck, marking her. For a moment, I’m bit by jealously because Blair was mine and has been since we were kids, only I gave up the right to have her back then too.
Isaac looks at me, his eyes dark and full of storms.
“Come here.”
It’s a demand I’m not sure I can follow.
“Ben.”
I stand, my hands on her, not wanting to leave. Never wanting to give up that touch.
Isaac yanks my T-shirt over my head, making me let go, but then Blair’s hands are on me.
“You. You need to lose some clothes.” I’ve never said those words before, not to another man and it feels strange as they roll off my tongue.
Blair turns in my arms to watch Isaac strip. T-shirt and sweatpants are discarded on the floor, leaving every dark sinew exposed, his cock hard and thick and ready.
“Your turn.” Blair turns her head to me. “I’ll do it.”
Before I can move she’s on her knees and my jeans are round my knees, her hands grasping my cock and Isaac’s, moving us closer together.
She takes the tip of my dick in her mouth and sucks greedily, her hand starting to seek out a rhythm and then her mouth switches to Isaac, her tits bouncing slightly with her movements.
I wrap a hand in her hair, grasping softly, just to hold, so she knows she’s not forgotten while I press my mouth to Isaac’s.
Then there are hands and mouths and bites and kisses and somehow we find our way to Blair’s bedroom and the mattress which already has an imprint of my body. I trail my tongue from her neck to her tits while Isaac licks his way up her legs that she spreads to give him space. She moans as he sucks on her clit and licks her, along her slit and teasing her entrance.
“Our girl’s wet and ready.” His voice is low. “You should check though. You know her best.”
It’s a gift. An acknowledgement. Isaac’s way of not stepping onto any territory I still want to claim.
I drop my hand to between her legs, pressing her clitoris between my fingers and then sliding them over the entrance to her cunt, feeling her heat and the saturated arousal. I press in a finger while Isaac sits back, watching, and then a second.
“I need to you to fuck me.” She shifts her hips.
“How do you want to be fucked.”
Her gaze lifts to mine. “Both of you. Fill me up.”
I’ve fucked her ass several times. She likes it, she likes to finger herself while I’m there. We’ve played with toys, we’ve watched other people on screen and I know she’s aware of what she’s asking for.
I slide my wet fingers over her ass, moving the slickness and press a finger in there, feeling the tightness and then her muscles relax.
