Memphis turns my head to the side before I can heed the command and kisses me. He licks my lips and shoves his tongue deep into my mouth. Reaching under my arms, Memphis hauls me up, so I’m now leaning over him. I have a second to think about Oswald feeling the wet spot, but then the thought is erased by Memphis’ touch and the way he’s kissing me as if he couldn’t wait to taste me himself.
I don’t even bother trying to use my legs to hold me up. I can still feel them spasming every so often, which happens to coincide with when Memphis nips my lip. My heart rate slows back to normal, but it’s still pounding hard against my chest.
Oswald eventually wraps his arms around my upper thighs and lower stomach, then puts his head in the middle of my back. It’s a little weird that he’s kind of hugging my butt, yet I don’t do anything to change our positions.
When our kisses become lazy, Memphis finally pulls away and smooths my hair back from my face. “Is your ankle okay?” His voice is thick and gravelly, and I work to suppress a shiver from just the sound alone.
“Yes.” I sigh contently. I haven’t even thought about my foot since I collapsed to the bed.
“Tell me if it bothers you again.”
“Again?” I question. Could he really know that it was hurting for just a second?
“Yes, again. Now close your eyes and go to sleep before I decide it’s my turn,” he warns gruffly.
“You don’t scare me, you know.” I nuzzle my cheek against his chest.
“Oh yeah? Well, you terrify me.”
I click my tongue in outrage. “I couldn’t scare you if I tried.”
“Uh-huh,” he says unconvincingly, but I’m sensing some truth to his words.
“I could never hurt either of you, Memphis, never on purpose.” I tip my head back so I can see his chin and the planes of his face in the shadows.
“I know, sweetness.” He kisses the top of my head and lets out a long sigh.
In the back of my mind, I think about how I could be hurting him right now by not telling him the truth about me, but I convince myself it’s okay. I will explain when the time is right, at least that’s what I’m telling myself hours later, when I’m still not asleep.
WATCHING AND WAITING
Bates
I feellike the biggest prick when I toss back the covers and sneak my ass down the hall. The door to the room they all went through is ajar enough that I can hear a heavy thump and soft murmurings. My heart is beating fast at just the thought of what I might see or hear, and my dick takes notice, thickening in my boxers.
If someone comes out of the room, it’s going to be pretty fucking clear what I’m doing. I don’t think Oz would mind. Hell, in any other circumstance, I know Memphis wouldn’t either, but he’s never loved a girl he let me watch him fuck.
“Oral hygiene, you say? Maybe I need some education.” Oz’s voice is pitched low.
“You need help brushing your teeth?” Waylynn teases him. I shift to the side, peering through the crack in the door, which allows me to see her crawling into the bed. Her silky little shorts ride up, allowing me to see the backs of her thighs and ass as the fabric tightens in the moonlight.
“Keep coming, plenty of room… A little more,” Oz instructs.
“I would be on top of you.” She lets out a little huff.
“That was the point. I guess I’ll do all the work.” I can’t make out what they are doing in the bed, it’s too dark, but I hear rustling, then see Memphis climb in after her. It’s quiet enough that I can hear my own heavy breathing, but I know they are too distracted to notice.
Memphis groans, and my mind takes over, imagining what she’s doing to both of them. My dick is so hard, I reach down and cup my balls, then tug a little. Only seconds pass before I hear a soft, feminine sound of a plea for more in the form of a whimper.
“Tell me this is okay,” Memphis demands harshly.
Waylynn sighs her response. “Yes, sir.”
“That’s my sweet girl, but those words are mine, you only answer to me that way, understand?” Memphis’ words are slightly muffled, like he might have his lips against her skin. Goddamn, I wish I could see more than a few lumps on the bed.
“Yes, sir,” she agrees again, and my hand moves from my balls to the base of my shaft, squeezing. I feel a drop of pre-cum fall from the tip of my cock.
“Christ, when was the last time you got yourself off?” Oswald damn near growls.
