Parker and Landon are breathing hard, and I’m no better off. Parker carefully works their cock free of Landon’s, and all their cum spills out onto my chest.
Landon’s eyes widen. “Holy shit.”
Parker winks. “Better than the solo orgasm you had in my bathroom?”
Landon seems too blissed out to even be embarrassed because a lazy smile stretches over his face. “You have no idea.”
Parker giggles, turning their attention to me. “And you? Did you enjoy your show?”
I work my hand out from under them, showing them my cum-covered palm. “Very much so.”
With another giggle, Parker shimmies around until they’re lying beside me, tucked against my body, head resting on my shoulder.
Landon smiles down at us, a hint of longing in his eyes. I lift my arm in invitation. “I’ve got another side, Cutie. Plenty of room for you.”
His eyes widen, want and something else flashing in his gaze. “Isn’t that weird?”
“Weird? Who says?” I’m starting to think “who says” is gonna be an ongoing mantra. “Do you want me to cuddle you like this?” I ask, nodding in Parker’s direction.
After a brief hesitation, he nods, my favorite shy blush coloring his cheeks.
“It’s a comfy spot,” Parker mumbles, sounding half asleep.
“See. I’ve got the Parker seal of approval.”
It takes a couple more seconds, but finally, Landon stretches out beside me, resting his head on my shoulder and toying with my stomach below their combined cum.
“What’s your color, Park?” Landon asks softly.
Parker hums, snuggling deeper into my side. “Lilac and silver. Those are pretty colors, don’t you think?”
“So pretty,” Landon agrees.
I’m not sure how life could get much better than this, with my Cotton Candy and my Cutie snuggled in my arms.
Chapter 19
Landon
“Should we clean up the cum?” As hot as it looks streaked across Ben’s chest, it can’t be comfortable.
“In a bit,” Parker grumbles, moving closer to Ben and stretching an arm across him to rest their hand on my arm. My skin warms under their touch, little sparks dancing under their fingers.
“You know we can come back to cuddlingafterwe’ve cleaned all the cum off, right? Plus, it’s a little weird to be balls out while you two are still dressed.”
Parker and I both burst into laughter. “Yeah?” Parker asks, still giggling. “I thought you liked being balls out.”
Ben groans. “Alright, alright. I hear you.”
“We really can get cleaned up, though. Are you sure we can comeback to this?”
My heart contracts at the question. I wonder how long Parker has denied themself intimacy and physical comfort.
I raise off Ben’s shoulder and glance down at the two of them. “Can you tell us more about Lincoln?”
Parker tries to smirk, but it falls flat. “Really? You wanna talk about my ex while we’re tangled up and cum-covered?”
I shake my head quickly. “Well, no. It’s—when you put it like that, it sounds bad. I’m sorry.”
