Like Harlow hadn’t just said she loved me, and I didn’t catch that look between Soul and Christian.
How Good?
Saturday, July 5, 2025
I left Christian in my bathroom brushing his teeth when I walked back into my room. We’d both woken up at the same time and he hadn’t thought twice about walking in while I was in there.
The more these days crawled by, the more Christian crept into our shared space. When it had been just me, him and Soul in the house, he never came to the third floor. But now that Harlow was here, he was everywhere she was.
And I had a feeling that it was only going to get deeper as the summer went on.
I loved that shit. He belonged with us, and it made me happy he wasn’t trying to deny it.
Whatever he had going on with Soul two days ago was still on the back burner because we’d spent yesterday hungover as fuck, eating and watching movies downstairs.
A deep conversation didn’t stand a chance because all we did was grunt at each other all day.
But I was back on my bullshit this morning. The sun was rising, and Soul and Harlow were still tangled together in my bed, sleeping.
Half of Harlow’s body was on top of Soul with one leg thrown over his thigh and the other bent and resting on the sheets beside him.
I climbed back on the bed, crawling over the duvet to get to them.
Harlow had her face resting over Soul’s chest, her full lips slightly parted and a look of contentment claiming her features, even in slumber.
She was happy and looked good as fuck with us and she knew it.
Another oversized T-shirt swallowed her frame. I didn’t know whose it was. Just knew I was currently moving it out of my way so I could appreciate the view of her pretty pussy from behind.
Since she’d been here, she didn’t wear panties to bed with us, and it made my dick hard every time I thought about it.
Harlow stirred when the cool air hit her bare pussy, shifting on top of Soul’s thigh and hiking her leg on the bed up even higher.
Behind my basketball shorts, my dick jumped against my thigh because I didn’t have on any boxers.
I needed her.
Rubbing my hand over my dick, I ignored the needy ache and bent down to kiss Harlow’s center from behind.
She moved again, this time her hips wined in a half circle as a moan slipped from her throat.
I did it again, licking and tasting her until her arousal landed on my tongue and muted whimpers filled the bedroom.
Biting down on my lip, I reached down and tugged at my dick for a taste of relief. I was hard as fuck. Nothing would fully satisfy me except her walls hugging my dick when I sank inside of her.
When my tongue had her glistening, I lifted my head and pushed my finger inside of her tight cunt.
“Ooh,” she whimpered, fucking herself on my finger and grinding against Soul’s thigh at the same time. I knew the combination of my finger filling her combined with the friction of his leg against her clit was driving her insane right now.
Her hand went to Soul’s briefs, slipping under the band to palm his semi-erection.
“Please,” she pleaded to his sleeping form, clueless that he wasn’t the one teasing her like this.
She was barely awake and already begging for relief.
Finally, Soul rocked his hips up into her touch, dropping his hand over hers so she could keep doing what she was doing.
His lips curved when his groggy eyes clashed with mine.
