Page 90 of By All Accounts
I eased him into her, the three of us pressing even closer together as he sank into her pussy. I wanted to fuck him myself, wanted to come inside of him and watch it bubble out while his thighs shook, but it was a weekday and we all had places to be. We were in love, and that wasn’t going to go away when the sun reached the top of the sky.
For the first time in weeks, it felt like we had time.
Between me and Sophie, Finn’s body trembled. He pumped into her with shallow thrusts of his hips, my own erection pressing at his back. There was no sense of urgency, but that didn’t mean what was happening wasn’t important. I shoved two of my fingers into Sophie’s mouth and she sucked them greedily, eyes rolling back as I pressed down against the back of her tongue. When she’d gotten them wet enough, I reached down between my stomach and Finn’s back, teasing against his hole.
“Is it wrong to want you both to come inside of me?” Sophie asked, a little breathless. Her tits bounced as Finn fucked up into her, and he grabbed one in his hand and kneaded her against his palm, pressing back against my fingers while he was still deep inside of her.
“Not wrong,” he promised.
“None of this is wrong,” I told them both.
Another full body shiver out of Finn, and I managed to get the entire length of one finger into him. It took no work at all to find his prostate, to tease it, press against it, and then Finn had Sophie wrapped tight in his arms. His muscles clamped down on my knuckle and he came inside of my fiancé. Sophie moaned, hips chasing after more friction as Finn pumped her full.
“Daniel.” Sophie moaned my name when Finn finished and slipped out of her.
I climbed over the top of him, slanting a rough kiss against his mouth before crawling on top of her and thrusting into her with one sharp snap of my hips. She bucked off the bed, legs spread and shaking. She was so hot, so wet, and knowing part of that wet heat was Finn’s cum sent me spiraling over the edge in an embarrassingly short amount of time.
I traced a hard circle around Sophie’s clit, making sure she went first, and when she turned her head to the side to search out Finn’s mouth as she came, it was over for me. I pumped my load deep into Sophie’s body, burying my face into the crook of her neck. She kissed Finn, and he touched me softly against the small of my back as the aftershocks of my orgasm rippled through all three of us.
After I pulled out, I notched my way into the space between the two of them and closed my eyes. Finn kissed the back of my neck, and Sophie slid her hands up my chest and around, skimming her nails over my shoulders and the outside of Finn’s arms. The three of us lay there in a perfectly sated bubble until Finn’s phone went off on the nightstand. He let out a tired laugh, rolling over to silence it, then he flopped onto his back and covered his eyes with his forearm.
“Time to get up,” he announced.
Sophie laughed and kissed my chest, using my body as leverage to push herself into a seated position. Finn’s bed was a mess, still unmade from sleep and worse now from our assault on it. He didn’t seem to mind.
I looked over at him, the nervous way he scratched the outside of his forearm while all three of us tried to figure out what to do next.
“Did you mean it?” I asked before he could.
“Of course. Did you?”
“Obviously,” I said at the same time Sophie said, “Yes.”
There was a beat and then Finn sat up, feet on the floor and elbows resting on his knees.
“Have you thought about where you want to go for your honeymoon?” he asked.
Sophie made a noise that to me sounded a lot like amusement. She clocked his change of topic as quickly as I had, but if all three of us had been honest about our feelings, that was enough for the moment.
“I don’t even know where we’re getting married,” Sophie said.
“Don’t you need to send invitations?”
I snorted, tapping my fingers against the middle of his back. “Neither of us have a big friend group, but the people we want to be there will be fine with a text message.”
Finn glanced over his shoulder at me, expression incredulous. “You deserve something more than that.’
“This is all we want,” Sophie said.
And it was true. She and I had talked at length about the wedding, and while we were excited tobemarried, the act of getting married itself was more like a box to check. Sophie deserved a big wedding if she wanted one, but it had never been about the party for us.
“I think a honeymoon to the mountains sounds nice.” Finn’s stare drifted between my face and Sophie’s. “A place with good views and no cell phone service.”
“Not a beach man?” Sophie asked.
“One of my brothers lives in San Diego. He tried to teach me how to surf, and I love that he loves it, but I don’t think it’s something I want to try again.” Finn chuckled and shook his head, maybe lost in a memory. “The beach is fine, but we have it here.”
“This is LA; there’s mountains here too.”
