Page 246 of What We Brave
"How do you want—" Reid starts.
"Like this." I reach for him, pull him over me. "I want to see your face."
He settles between my thighs, and Blake shifts to my side. I feel the press of Reid against me, the heat of him, and I hold my breath?—
He pushes in slowly. So slowly. Watching my face the whole time, checking, making sure. And god, it's good—the stretch, the fullness, the way he fits—but what makes itmoreis Blake's hand finding mine. Lacing our fingers together. Holding on.
"Okay?" Reid asks.
"Move," I breathe. "Please move."
He does. Long, slow strokes that make me feel every inch of him. And Blake—Blake's mouth is on my neck, my shoulder, the curve ofmy breast. His free hand traces patterns on my skin, finds my nipple, and I gasp at the dual sensation.
"That's it," Reid murmurs. "God, you feel?—"
"Don't stop." I'm not sure which of them I'm talking to. Both, maybe. "Don't?—"
Reid's rhythm builds. Steady, relentless, driving me higher. Blake's mouth finds mine and swallows my moans, and I'm caught between them—Reid inside me, Blake all around me—and it's so much, it's too much, it's exactly right.
"Close," I gasp. "I'm?—"
"I've got you," Reid says. "We've got you. Let go."
Blake's thumb finds my clit, and that's it—I'm gone. The orgasm tears through me and I cry out against Blake's mouth and Reid fucks me through it, his rhythm stuttering as he follows me over.
For a long moment, we just breathe.
Reid pulls out carefully, dropping gasping onto his back, and then Blake is shifting, moving over me, and I realize?—
Oh. We're not done. I'm sticky. And sweaty. And Reid's cum is inside me. And none of it matters.
How does this feel so right? Everything I learned my whole life says this is a sin. That what we are, that being together like this is wrong.
But it doesn't feel wrong. This feels more right than anything in my life ever has.
"You okay for more?" Blake asks, and his voice is strained with the effort of holding back.
I answer by pulling him down and kissing him.
Then he's settling between my thighs, and Reid is moving to my side now, mirroring where Blake was before.
Blake pushes in and the sound he makes—low, broken, desperate—does something to my chest. He drops his forehead to mine, breathing hard.
"Give me a second," he manages. "You feel—I need a second or this is going to be embarrassing."
I laugh, and the movement makes him groan. "Take your time."
"Not helping."
Reid's hand traces down my arm, finds my hip. "She's impatient," he tells Blake. "You might have noticed."
"I noticed," Blake grits out.
"Just a character flaw we have to live with."
"I'm right here," I point out.
"We know." Reid leans in to kiss my shoulder. "We like having you here."
