She shifted, and the angle changed, suddenly. He opened his eyes to find that Tenny had a hand between her shoulder blades, urging her forward. She gripped the edge of the headboard on either side of Reese’s head, her breasts swaying forward into his face. Her breath hitched, and her eyes, when he glanced up, had gone very wide.
“Any objections?” Tenny asked.
She clenched tight around Reese. “No. Go for it.”
Reese didn’t understand at first what was happening. Stephanie continued to move, but it was a gentler rocking motion now, and her sex would tighten in sudden little spasms that matched a sudden intake of breath. He felt…movement. Something…
And then, with a sudden rush of heat to his face, he recalled something Tenny had said a couple weeks ago, one of those aimless, half-asleep conversations they’d had lying side by side on the mattress after Stephanie had left.We should both fuck her at once some time. Front and back.He’d gone on to explain the mechanics of that after Reese’s questioning look, laughing at whatever Reese’s face had done in response.
Not such an aimless idea after all, it seemed.
Tenny was prepping her – a knowledge confirmed when, as Tenny added more lubricant, he slid his fingers down to her sex, where she was joined with Reese, and then cupped Reese’s balls, briefly, in one slick hand. He squeezed and retreated, before Reese could even suck in a breath, and then Stephanie was rocking a little more forcefully on his cock, pressing back against Tenny.
She moaned. “Oh…okay, yeah. I’m ready. Come on.”
More shuffling, a slick sound.
Reese looked up over Stephanie’s shoulder, and it was Tenny’s face, and not hers, that he watched as Tenny pushed slowly inside her. The shine of sweat on his brow, his lashes low and dark on hollowed cheeks. The glimpse of white as he gritted his teeth against the tightness of it.
He worked his way in slow, and Reese realized that he couldfeelhim. The shape and heft and pressure of his cock, separated only thinly from his own. Both of them inside her at once. Both of them feeling the tight, hot grip; seeking pleasure together in a new, wholly more intimate way than they had so far.
It was so…so…
Tenny started to move, and Stephanie started to move, and Reese was lost to it. Dragged out by the tide of sensation and crashed against the rocks of overwhelming pleasure.
The pressure on his cock was exquisite, but it was Tenny’s face he watched the whole time, when he could watch, when his eyes didn’t close, as Stephanie got louder and louder, tossing her head, moaning, and cursing.
“Yes, yes, yes, oh God, so full…Jesus Christ…”
She gripped Reese’s hair and yanked his head forward against her breasts, heaving as she was bounced by Tenny’s ever-quickening rhythm. He pressed his face to her smooth, heated skin and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, because he knew it was what she wanted. Absently. His entire awareness had narrowed down to the feel and the knowledge of Tenny’s cock right there against his own.
It wasso much.
Stephanie cried out as she came, her sex spasming and clenching on his cock. She lifted away from him – Reese’s eyes fluttered open and he saw that Tenny had lifted her, an arm around her middle, pulling her back against his own shoulder while he continued to thrust up subtly into her ass. His gaze was on Reese, sprawled back, and sweaty; his other hand slid down Stephanie’s belly, skimmed over her sex, and his fingertips brushed the base of Reese’s cock.
That was all it took to tip him over the edge. Orgasm hit him with a full-body clench, and a rush. His lungs seized, and his hips kicked, and starbursts bright as fireworks crowded his vision – but didn’t overtake it completely. He could still see Tenny, his flared nostrils, his lip bitten until it bled.
He drifted, heavy and drugged, body still sensitive as a live wire, but the exhaustion immediate and all-consuming. He couldn’t have moved if he’d wanted to. Watched in a kind of daze as Tenny moved back and lifted a nearly-limp Stephanie off of him. Pulling out was always unpleasant; Reese curled his lip as his softening cock flopped down onto his thigh.
He closed his eyes a moment, breathing.
And opened them again when the bed dipped afresh between his legs, and a hand touched his face.
Stephanie lay beside him now, curled up on her side, expression dreamy, her eyes closed.
Tenny knelt in front of him, cupping his face; a darted glance proved that he was still hard. He’d stripped off his condom, and held his cock in his other hand, as a thumb traced Reese’s chin – and then his lower lip.
Tenny’s gaze, when he met it, was feral. As bright and bloodthirsty as when he was fighting. His voice was low and rough. “Did you like seeing her like that?”
Reese was too tired and pleasure-drunk to attempt verbal banter. He could only be honest. “I liked seeing you.”
Tenny’s eyes widened – fast and sudden and real in a way they never were out in the rest of the clubhouse, in front of others. Then he surged forward and kissed Reese.
They’d done this off and on – practice, Tenny always said. Reese needed to learn how to kiss properly so he could keep the ladies pleased. He was getting better at it, he knew, because Tenny would draw back sometimes, a little breathless, and give a tight nod.Good.
He was uncoordinated, now; was more passive than anything, opening for the press of Tenny’s tongue, yielding and giving beneath an aggressive, biting kiss that tasted like blood and felt like an attack. Tenny panted against his mouth, harsh, pained sounds. Reese could hear the slick, rhythmic noises he knew meant that Tenny was touching himself. And then Tenny bit his lip, hard, and hot jets splashed across Reese’s belly.
Tenny had come. On him.
