"I bet his thick head feels good, doesn't it, baby? He's got such a perfect cock…"
"Open your mouth, Saige," Nolan growls.
I do as he asks, opening wide with my tongue out, and he pulls out of my pussy, kneeling over me. Dax's hand wraps around his dick, pumping him, and white hot cum spurts from the tip all over my tits and face before he pushes it in my mouth, and I swallow the rest.
When he finishes, he pulls out, tucks his dick back into his sweats, and collapses on the other side of me, the three of us all drenched in sweat and out of breath.
Dax wraps his arms around me, holding me tightly against him like he always does. "That was so much fun," he says. He tilts my head so he can reach my mouth and then dives into my lips, licking Nolan's cum from them before his tongue twists with mine.
When he breaks away, he reaches around me, running his fingers through Nolan's hair. "I love the way you taste on her tongue," he says. "And your face right before you come, the way you bite your lip…it's so fucking sexy. You're both so fucking sexy. I'm really fucking happy." He kisses my shoulder. "Are you guys hungry? I'm going to go make something."
"No," Nolan groans.
"What about you, baby?"
"I'm not hungry, either," I tell him. "I'm going to go take a shower."
"Okay." Dax gets up, pulling on only his boxers before leaving the room. "The coast is clear if you want to make a run for it, Saige."
It takes me a second to figure out what he's talking about, and then I realize I do want to make a run for it and dart naked out of the bedroom and into the bathroom next door. I close the door behind me, lock it, and turn on the shower, letting the water warm up before I get in.
I wash my aching body, cleaning the dried cum from my face and chest, letting myself soak under the hot water and in the steam for a while.
After drying off, I wrap myself in a towel and leave the bathroom. Dax is sitting on the couch eating a pizza while watching television. I quietly make my way to the kitchen, grabbing a glass from the cabinet and filling it with water.
I drink the entire thing and then refill it.
"Good idea to hydrate, baby," Dax says through a mouth full of pizza.
I hide my smile behind the glass. "Yeah, I thought so."
I take the water with me back to the bedroom, and almost turn on the light before I spot Nolan still in bed, asleep on top of the blankets.
Quietly, I set the glass on the nightstand, and then I drop the towel, put on a pair of underwear and an oversized t-shirt, and crawl into bed, slowly pulling the covers over me. He stirs anyway, and my heart sinks a little, knowing he's going to leave.
"Sorry," I whisper.
"It's okay."
He removes his glasses, sets them on the table, and then reaches for my hand. "Good night, Saige."
I smile, knowing he can't see it. "Good night."
18
modern-day chivalry
Nolan
The clouds finally open up, a heavy, cool October rain overtaking what was another humid fall day. Perfect weather for most, but too hot for me, running outside in sweats and a hoodie.
I watch my peers scatter, running into buildings, holding their backpacks over their heads. But not me—I welcome it, and I'm already drenched, anyway. I have to take off my glasses and tuck them into my pocket, so I can't really see, but that's okay. I know these sidewalks and alleyways well enough by now that I could do this with my eyes closed. And I love running in the rain. The air is purer, more oxygenated. I love the smell of wet pavement and the empty sidewalks. When it's colder, I even like the way the air burns the back of my throat.
They're all tangible—things I can feel that have nothing to do with me. They help my brain turn off, which is why I'm on my second run of the day.
Well, third if you count my runs to and from the gym as separate runs. I don't. My morning runs and gym sessions count as one workout. It makes it less weird when I do things like this.
But physics was cancelled today, and the house was too quiet. I couldn't find anything to watch on TV, and when I put on my headphones, everything just sounded like noise. I went upstairs, sat in my bed in the dark, and stared at the empty fish tank, but of course, that did nothing. It's obviously not the same without the fish.
