If I missed this moment, would it ever come again?
It felt right.
Kelly and I had barely had time to talk since he shifted the spotlight away from me and I was still feeling raw about it. I didn’t want him hurting himself for my sake, but he seemed happier and more in his element than I’d ever seen him. I hadn’t been aware he felt like he was hiding something, but it sure seemed like he felt liberated.
When I introduced the band during the show, the stadium gave him a minutes-long standing ovation that damn near had me in tears.
Our relationship was different from what I had with Maia. I didn’t want to spend my every waking hour with him and thoughts of him didn’t consume me.
It was the same for him. After we first fucked, we both felt weirdly obligated to explore being in a committed relationship, but it wasn’t really what either of us wanted. We just wanted the freedom to fuck each other’s brains out from time to time.
“Hey Siri, text Kelly,” I said, wanting to make sure Maia heard it all and had every opportunity to speak up if she wasn’t okay with this.
We all wanted the same fucking thing, albeit for different reasons, but pretending we didn’t was causing nothing but trouble. Kelly almost missed a cue onstage because he’d been checking her out, which in our shows was a serious safety concern.
What would happen if we all just gave in?
“Tell me to stop, Maia. You know it all stops the second you ask me to.”
Siri’s disembodied voice asked the question that was plain in Maia’s eyes. “What would you like me to text Kelly?”
“That door still open, question mark.”
Maia tilted her head, but didn’t say a word as we waited for his reply.
My phone buzzed and I nodded at Maia to pick it up.
“He says he’ll be over in two.”
“I guess that gives you two minutes to decide whether you want to fuck him.”
Her mouth actually fell open and she just blinked at me slowly for a second.
“Go prop the door. Then do your job,” I said, sinking back onto the couch that faced the door and spreading my knees to make space for her.
She practically ran to the door and came back to me just as eagerly, pulling out my cock and wrapping her lips around it.
I let her control the pace, knowing that if I took over, I’d come before Kelly even got there.
He saved me from that fate by rapping on the door.
“Come in!” I called.
I studied his face, not wanting to miss a second of his reaction. He froze when he saw Maia, watching her for a second, then he looked up at me hungrily.
Oh, he wants this all right.
He stopped at the fridge and opened a beer, barely taking his eyes off Maia.
When he’d taken a bracing swig, I said, “Do you want to fuck my girl, Kelly?”
He stopped midway through drinking and choked. “You know I wouldn’t do that.”
“What if she wanted you to?”
Maia moaned around my cock, moving faster like she needed to show us how eager she was.
Kelly caught on quickly and said, “What she wants doesn’t matter. Sluts don’t get a say.”
