Page 34 of By All Accounts
“You haven’t even given us a chance,” I said.
Finn shook his head, finally looking up. His eyes were sharp and clear, not hungover and certainly not drunk anymore. The shining blue irises were glassy, though, a sheen of tears ready to fall.
“How do you see this working?” he asked. “Knowing that I am needy and I am selfish and Iwantso much. I want so fucking much.”
“There are no rules and we have nothing but time.” Sophie set her coffee on the table and crawled over my lap to wedge herself between me and Finn. She still smelled like sex, the soft floral of her shampoo wafting around her hair as she grabbed Finn’s face in her hands.
She would fight for what she wanted. I hope Finn understood what he’d gotten himself into with her. Sophie was driven and goal-oriented. There wasn’t a single thing she’d wanted in the last eight years that I hadn’t seen her find a way to get. I didn’t imagine he would be the first exception. I rubbed my hand up the length of her spine, supporting her while also urging her forward.
We wanted him.
We’d talked about it at length before falling asleep the night before. Finn was smart and he was funny. He was handsome and he was hurt, but Sophie didn’t see him as a project. She saw him as a man worth saving, and so did I.
“I would love to play with you, but you are not a toy,” she promised, stroking her thumbs across his cheekbones.
Finn blinked hard, and his lashes darkened. He was trying so hard to fight back those tears, and I almost wanted to leave the room at the sight of it. He was such a fighter, and under Sophie’s gentle touch, he had already started to crumble.
“You are not a novelty,” she went on. “Daniel or not, I would have asked for your number in the paint store either way.”
He smiled, angling his head to place a puckered kiss on her wrist. She moved it over so he could reach and held her against his mouth like her skin was an offering from a higher power none of us could see. Sophie’s shoulders sagged as she breathed, as Finn held her against him like that. It was so chaste but also so fucking filthy.
“Be with us,” she whispered, stroking the fingers of her other hand through his sleep-mussed hair. “One at a time but also together. Yeah?”
Finn didn’t say anything at first, but he nodded slowly, then quicker, and then Sophie wasinhis lap. She slanted her mouth against his, and she kissed him and she kissed him, and Finn was ours. I could tell by the way his body weakened beneath her weight, the way he went pliant and let her take what she wanted from him. It was impossible for me to not give Sophie what she wanted, and it appeared Finn was not an exception to that rule.
He fumbled his arm over the edge of the couch, searching out the side table to set down his mug. It sounded like there was a spill, but nothing that wouldn’t clean. Nothing that wasn’t worth it. Finn grabbed Sophie’s face in his hands and kissed her senseless, and she reached blindly for my face, trailing her nailsacross my cheek until I leaned in close enough to smell the coffee on their breath. She tore herself away from Finn’s kiss and urged the two of us together, and when Finn slipped his tongue into my mouth, I could still taste her there. I let him take control of the kiss and when he broke away to once again kiss Sophie, I groaned at the loss but knew what I’d gain with them together was far greater.
We spent the morning like that, taking turns making out, fondling and kissing and humping. Sophie refilled our coffees and made us toast and eggs. After we finished eating, she encouraged me between Finn’s legs. Down I went onto the floor, and Finn stretched his arms across the back of my couch while Sophie undid his fly. His cock sprang free, desperately hard and thick and leaking. Proportionate with the rest of him, Finn’s dick was perfect, and I wanted more than anything to see him fuck Sophie. I wanted to watch the thin and pinked skin of his shaft disappear inside of her. Wanted to see him ease out covered in her slick wetness. And I also wanted them to have that for themselves. I wanted Sophie and Finn to have their moments, and I wanted my own moments, and then I wanted more of this. The three of us tangled and panting and needy together.
Finn was right.
I was greedy.
All of us were.
“Suck him,” Sophie said, and I didn’t need to be told twice.
I stretched my mouth and took as much of Finn’s dick in as I could without gagging. His eyes rolled back and his knuckles went white against the back of the couch. Sophie made a happy sound, then sank down to the floor beside me, reaching into my pajamas and taking my dick into her grip. I grunted when she stroked, and then Finn whimpered as I sucked.
Fuck, it had been so long since she and I had been with a third.
Before she moved, our threesomes had always been novelties. Fun little adventures to pass the time when we had a week together. There was something different about Finn, though, and we both knew it. I’d known it before, but he’d been in and out of my life before I’d even had a chance to tell Sophie about him. The fact she’d met him on her own felt like it was more than luck. The fact his precum smeared against the roof of my mouth and mine against Sophie’s knuckles had to be more than chance.
“Daniel,” Finn murmured my name, over and over and over again. “You’re so good. So fucking hot like…”
“Can he come in your mouth?” Sophie asked, a little louder than a whisper and clearly meant for both of us to hear.
I nodded eagerly, hollowing my cheeks and sucking him harder. I wanted to taste him, but more than that, I wanted him to taste me. I wanted Finn to have my cum and Sophie’s in his mouth as he finished his next cup of coffee, and I wanted him to go home with the flavor of us on his tongue.
“Are you sure?” Finn asked.
I slid my hands up his thighs and squeezed.
“I’m so close,” he warned.
“So is Daniel,” Sophie teased, twisting her wrist on the upstroke the way she knew I liked. I saw stars, everything blinking in and out of existence at the same time and then Finn’s hand was in my hair, his hips lifted, and he held me down in his lap as he came. One streak of cum and then another and another against the roof of my mouth and the back of my tongue, and I’d forgotten how much Finn sounded like an unbridled animal when he came.
I spilled next, coating Sophie’s fingers—and probably the couch—as I finished in her hand. Finn came for ages, hips twitching as his body ran through the whole of his release, and even after his fingers left my hair, I kept my face buried betweenhis legs. Intoxicated by the smell of him and the taste of him, by the tingling pleasure of Sophie’s fingers loose now around my shaft.
