I gave Henry a questioning glance and he shrugged. “Who knows? But I’m embracing spontaneity, gorgeous.”
Bear returned with a wheelchair. “I bribed the charge nurse, but we have to act quickly.”
“What are we doing?” The two of them helped me into the chair and tucked a blanket tight around my lap.
“Following the universe’s instructions,” Bear said cryptically. He cracked the door open and peered out into the hallway. “Let’s go.”
We crept out into the hallway, and when Bear saw it was clear, he took off at a full sprint. Henry pushed my wheelchair, chasing after Bear. I squealed, throwing my hands in the air like I was back on a fair ride. I had no idea where we were going, but just leaving the room felt like we were going on an adventure.
We reached a stairwell and Bear opened the door, gesturing for us to follow.
“Now what?” I asked.
“Now I carry you,” Bear said, crouching down in front of me. I leaned forward, wrapping my arms and legs around him as he stood.
Bear carried me up several flights of stairs until we got to a metal door.
“Is an alarm going to go off if we open that?” Henry asked.
“Who knows?” Bear answered. “Spontaneity, beta.”
Henry grasped the door handle, looking like he was bracing himself for trouble as he opened the door. We all froze, waiting to see what would happen, but there was silence.
“Fuck yeah, that’s what I’m talking about,” Bear said.
We passed through the door, and I realized we were on the hospital roof. It was gray and empty, with the exception of some large pipes and HVAC units. We approached the edge, and a little thrill went through me at how high up we were. Sol’s skyline stretched ahead of us, the buildings silhouetted against a sky streaked with pink and orange from the sunset.
Bear sat down, arranging me on his lap so my back was to his front, Henry sitting beside us.
Bear leaned his chin on my shoulder. “Is this better, baby?”
“Yeah,” I said with a sigh. I felt like I could breathe for the first time since yesterday.
Henry pulled my hand into his lap, rubbing it gently with his thumb. “See, that’s magic,” he murmured as the colors in the sky deepened.
Bear’s arms tightened around my waist, and even in the midst of everything horrible, Henry’s words eased my soul.
“Now, the universe also said something about orgasms.” Bear cupped my breast and then moved slowly down my body until it was pressed against my pussy.
“That’s right,” Henry said. “And I’m supposed to embrace new experiences. I’ve never given head on a roof before.”
My insides tingled as he spread the blanket out in front of me and laid down, tugging my sweatpants and underwear off in the process. I inhaled sharply as Henry lowered his mouth to my pussy, licking a long line from my entrance to my clit. The heat of him contrasted with the evening breeze and my head fell back on Bear’s shoulder at the electric pleasure.
“That’s it,” Bear said, his hand moving under my shirt to play with my nipples. “You don’t have to do anything except feel.”
The sky grew more and more vibrant as my pleasure built, and it felt like the universe and I were in sync. Henry eased two fingers inside me, and I cried out as he curved them, hitting my deep pleasure spots. Bear pinched my nipple, the pain going straight to my clit.
“You taste so good,” Henry said. “I’ll never get enough of your perfect, sweet cunt.” He drew out my pleasure, bringing me close to the peak and then backing off until I was a begging mess. Just as the sun sank beyond the horizon, he finally stopped teasing, sucking on my clit while thrusting his fingers rhythmically inside me.
“Let go, baby,” Bear murmured.
And I did. My orgasm crested over me, the intensity of the pleasure causing a tear to leak down my cheek. My legs shook as my orgasm went on for longer than I’d ever experienced.
“Fuck, that was beautiful,” Bear groaned, kissing a line down my neck as his hard cock pressed against my ass.
Henry stayed between my legs, licking up my mess of slick. I ran my fingers through his hair and tugged him towards me. He sat up and gripped my face with both hands, pulling me in for a messy kiss. I could taste myself on him, and it made everything hotter.
“I like this spontaneity thing,” he murmured, pressing another kiss to my lips.
