When the orgasm loosens its grip, I collapse onto Adrien’s chest, trembling and breathless. He holds me tight, and the warm, sticky mess between us tells me he came too.
Good.
My body is still convulsing when Kasien slowly pulls out of me, leaving a trail of kisses from my ass up my spine, to the back of my neck.
“You did so good,” he murmurs against my ear, trailing soft kisses on my nape, while goosebumps explode across my skin.
Then his arms wrap around me and he pulls me away from Adrien in one smooth movement, settling onto his back with me tucked against him, as if sudden jealousy cracked into him.
He places me right back in the space between them.
We all go quiet. Breathing hard. Coming down, our legs and hands laced together in one big human heap.
I open my eyes for a moment. Both of their heads are resting in the crook of my neck, satisfied, both of them already drifting.
I smile softly and close my eyes too, silently wishing they would never leave me.
Kasien
Present
I can’t even remember the last time I had such a good sleep. I shift myself in the bed and open my eyes, the cloudy grey sky outside getting darker.
We must have slept all day. It looks like it’s around five p.m. and the rain still hasn’t stopped. The air smells of cedarwood, rain, and sex—heavy and sweet, like it’s still hanging in the sheets.
This morning.
I can’t believe it. I can’t believe I let that happen.
Adrien and I—sure, we have a history with threesomes, but this was different. This was intimate. That wasn’t just fucking.
That was Kiara, for fuck’s sake.
I couldn’t decide whether I wanted to cut his hands off or put them all over her myself. It was so intense.
Him touching her, but under my watch? Jesus. My dick twitches in my boxers when the memory hits me again.
The way she was right in front of me, ready for anything I was about to give her.
The urge to turn her around and kiss her.
I haven’t kissed anyone all those years. I don’t do that. I just fuck.
But this morning.
Holy fuck.
I can’t kiss her.
This is only temporary. She’ll be gone in a couple of days. I’ll never see her again. Physically, at least. Digitally, I will keep an eye on her. She’ll have a normal life back.
Adrien is rolling on his side of the bed, waking up, empty space between us.
My nose is filled with a delicious smell. Breakfast, maybe? Kiara is definitely doing breakfast, and I find that fact just so warming it makes me smile. I imagine her, in her oversized T-shirt, nothing under it, running barefoot around the big kitchen, burning something in the pan, panicking, because I know that girl can’t cook, her hair messy from the long sleep and sex, me having a nervous breakdown from all the mess she made but letting it go. Then I hug her from behind, take her away from that stove, turn her around, put her on the counter and start a trail of kisses from her cheek all the way down to her belly, then keep going down to…
“Morning,” Adrien whispers.
This fucker.
