“Kiss him,” Stone grunted, enduring the pleasure of being deep inside Nico’s ass.
Nico turned his head, his gaze sliding over Stevie’s face. She was the one who leaned in, initiating the kiss.
Stone wondered if she could feel Nico’s tension. Her presence was increasing his anxiety, but Stone wasn’t sure why. Then she brushed her fingers along Nico’s jaw, and Stone felt him relax. She had the same effect on him.
Stone continued to move, rocking into Nico, retreating slowly. The friction was exquisite, the slow drag of that tight ring of muscle along Stone’s dick.
Stevie pulled back, releasing Nico’s mouth when Nico gasped. Her gaze returned to the point where Stone was buried to the hilt.
“Stroke his cock while I fuck him.”
Her small fingers curled around Nico’s cock, and Stone’s dick swelled even more. He started moving again, slamming his hips forward, sinking in as deep as Nico’s body would allow. As Stevie began stroking faster, Stone matched her rhythm until he was plowing into Nico.
“Oh, fuck! Stevie … Stone … holy fuck, that feels good.” Nico cried out. “I’m gonna come. Oh, shit, I’m gonna come.”
Stone couldn’t hold back. As soon as Nico’s cock erupted in Stevie’s hand, he drove into him one last time and gave himself over to his release.
***
Stevie crawled under the blankets with Nicowhen Stone disappeared to the bathroom to clean up after he’d grabbed a hand towel and cleaned Nico’s chest. She had stared in awe, surprised by the sweetness of the gesture. For whatever reason, she hadn’t expected it.
She wasn’t sure what had compelled her to come in here. She hadn’t intended to be caught watching, but she would admit it was a relief that Stone had invited her to join them. Not because she’d been jealous—although maybe a little—but because she’d wanted to be closer to them. She’d woken alone in her bed and almost instantly felt the cold chill of their absence.
Nico slid his arm under her head, pressing his naked body close to hers.
“You okay?” he whispered in her ear.
“Yeah. You?”
“Never again,” he mumbled.
Before she could ask what that meant, Stone returned. He watched them for a moment, his eyes filled with something she hadn’t seen in a long time. Something she thought she would never see again. Back then, she hadn’t doubted Stone’s love for her because she’d seen it in his expression. Either he couldn’t hide it, or he didn’t want to. It was there now, glittering in his eyes as he stared at them.
Stevie pulled the blanket back and patted the mattress, urging him to join them.
He hesitated for a moment but then clicked off the lamp. His enormous body dented the mattress as he lay down beside her. She waited until he moved closer, then draped her arm over his stomach. It caused him to move even closer until she was sandwiched between them.
Several minutes passed, and Stevie felt herself drifting. Just as she relaxed completely, she heard Stone’s soft words whispered into the darkness.
“Thank you for lettin’ me stay.”
She wanted to tell him to promise he would never leave, but she held back the words. She wasn’t a naive teenager anymore. There was no telling what tomorrow would bring, and she wasn’t interested in promises he couldn’t keep.
For now, she was content to have him there.
And though she wouldn’t anticipate forever, she would continue to be content every day that he was.
Twenty
Friday, February 2, 2024
Stone woke up to a warm bodycurled up against his side, a soft arm draped over his stomach.
His first instinct was to shove out of bed, but he remained still, waiting until the events of the night flooded his brain. Something told him this wasn’t going to be one of those instances when he snuck out to put distance between himself and whoever was next to him.
A familiar hint of strawberries and cream stirred his body.
No, there would be no running away from this.
