"Lick," Dex growls, shoving his finger between our tongues.
Nate and I lick his calloused digit, breathing heavily. Once it's good and wet, he pulls it away. His hand pushes into the back of my boxers, the slick finger rubbing along my crack.
"Take his boxers off," Dex commands to Nate.
Nate jerks at the material and when he pulls them down far enough, I kick out of them, eager to see where Dex takes this. Nate grabs my thigh, pulling it over his hip, and then grips my throbbing dick. Dex's lips are on the back of my neck and shoulder as his wet finger probes at my asshole. I'm completely dizzied by the pleasure I'm feeling from how Nate kisses my mouth in a starved, desperate manner as he jacks me off to the way Dex eases his finger inside my tight body and bites down on my shoulder as he does it.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
All it takes is a few strokes of Dex's finger inside me, rubbing against my prostate, for me to come without warning, soaking Nate's hand. My heart hammers in my chest, pounding so hard I can barely hear over the sound of it echoing inside my ears.
Silence falls on the three of us. I wonder for a split second if they'll regret what we've done. None of us speak and I think maybe they're worried about the same thing.
"Is everyone okay?" Dex asks, his voice hoarse.
His finger is still in my ass and I feel boneless. Hell yes I'm okay.
"Perfectly great," I rasp out as Nate murmurs, "Yessss."
We all chuckle. Dex eases his finger out of me and gives my ass a playful smack.
"I'll grab something to clean us up with," Dex says before climbing off our bed.
Our bed.
We have a fucking bed.
I'm so consumed by emotions that I'm suddenly unable to speak. My eyes burn and tears well on my lids before sliding down my cheeks. The trailer rattles with Dex's heavy footsteps. He turns the hall light on and leaves it on when he returns with a towel. I squeeze my eyes shut because I can't let them see me cry. Nate's fingers find my hair and he kisses my wet cheek.
"You're not okay," he whispers.
The bed dips down and Dex prowls over me, a frown marring his face. "Andy?"
"I'm fine," I assure them. "I'm just happy. This bed and..." I trail off. They know the and. The and is us.
Dex cleans me up and then crowds me from behind. "I love you both, but..."
It's wrong.
It's sick.
It's illegal.
"No one can know," he finishes. "They can't know about what we do."
Not what we did.
What we do.
In our bed. Together. Every damn night.
"I'm not telling anyone," I vow.
"Me neither," Nate agrees.
We tangle our legs together, our bodies melding together. I bet we were inside Mom’s belly this way. All three of us smashed together, touching and rubbing.
"Why does this feel so right?" Nate asks, voicing my own question.
