Go slow. Take your time stretching. Use lots of lube.
I could do that.
I popped the cap and drizzled a glob down his crack, massaging it into the sensitive skin around his hole. He groaned, and Tatumgasped, but I kept my focus on my job. Adding more lube, I pushed one finger in, just to the knuckle, and Harvey lifted his head.
“That feels…Hmm.” He pushed back experimentally, and my finger slipped further in.
“More,” he decided, bending back to Tatum and doing something that made her whimper.
I added a second finger with even more lube, and a shudder crawled down his back. As I worked my fingers in and out, he pushed back, moaning as I scissored them to stretch him wider.
“More,” he moaned.
“Make her come.”
He dedicated himself to the task, and as I pushed a third finger in, she detonated beneath us. A beautiful pink flush crawled across her chest as her eyes fluttered closed, her hips thrusting up to meet his mouth as the aftershocks pulsed through her.
“Are you ready for me?” I asked, pulling my fingers free.
His hips chased my hand, like the sudden emptiness was more than he could handle. “Fuck, yes.”
“Then make her come again.”
Tatum’s eyes shot open, and I saw the curiosity in them as I rolled on a condom, squirted more lube on my cock and lined myself up with his tight hole. It was a big jump from fingers to cock, so I pushed in slowly, trying to give Harvey time to adjust while he brought Tatum right to the edge again.
As she screamed through her second orgasm, I pushed all the way home and shivered at the feeling of him squeezing me so tightly. Fuck, he was so perfect. I could live here.
“Are you planning on moving any time soon?” His words were tight, and I blushed.
Focus on what you’re doing, Otis.I pulled back and gave an experimental thrust that pulled matching moans from both of us.
“Don’t act like I’m breakable. Fuck me already.”
I had a plan. Go slow. Lots of lube. Fuck him like I owned him.
On my next thrust, he pushed back hard, and something in me snapped. Letting go of control, I snapped my hips into him in a punishing rhythm that made my thighs burn and heat coil low in my spine much faster than I had anticipated. Harvey threw his head back, riding me like a fucking pro. I changed the angle, and everything changed.
“Fuck, do that again.”
I did, thrusting deep, and Harvey’s cock kicked under him.
I repeated the move, grinning at Tatum as she lay completely spentbeneath him.
“Can you give him a hand?”
She wrapped him in a tight grip as I fucked harder into him, taking everything until he spilled all over her legs, the sheets, his towel. Only then did I let myself go.
Collapsing beside them, heat rising off all our spent bodies, I floated in a euphoric state I thought didn’t really exist outside of romance novels.
“How do you feel?” Tatum was watching Harvey closely, and I gathered the energy to turn my head and check in on him.
“I think I might be a little bit gay.”
Tatum huffed a laugh like it was an inside joke, and I breathed a sigh of relief that I hadn’t royally fucked everything up with my obsession with these two.
I got up and showered quickly while they floated in a heady concoction of endorphins and dopamine that I was responsible for. As I crawled back onto the bed, Tatum’s phone buzzed on the table. She reached for it and frowned when she saw the caller ID.
He hadn’t wasted any time.
