Page 28 of Not Safe for Work
He looked like he’d never heard anything so glorious. His gaze was actually full of something like wonder, of the kind she’d always longed to get from him. It was higher praise than he’d ever been previously able to offer. It was better than anything she could have ever imagined herself getting from him.
The only catch was this:
He still hadn’t come.
And she wasn’t entirely sure he could. Something was still holding him back, quite clearly. Not from giving her pleasure—or from giving it to Abel.
No, it was taking it for himself that was the issue.
Once she was done he couldn’t seem to move, and when he did, he didn’t do it in a way that gave him anything.
He didn’t push back against Abel’s still working fingers.
Or stroke into her with singular purpose.
He was stymied. Blocked, like before.
So really, it was up to her.
“Fuck him,” she said without even thinking about it. And once she gave some thought to it, no part of her protested. She wanted Abel to take him, just as Tom took her. She wanted it for all of them—not just so Tom could get to wherever he needed to be.
Though, god, his reaction when she said the words aloud.
His breath hitched. His eyes stuttered closed.
He couldn’t even stop himself groaning out, “Yes. Now.”
Then: “Fuck. Do it.”
The words just spilled out of him, as harsh and commanding as an order to sit up straighter, say things more clearly, or be more professional. And Abel didn’t need to be told twice. In fact, he already had everything ready to do just that, as if he’d been waiting for the word and now could finally use the lube he’d brought from somewhere and the condom he’d already rolled over his cock.
All it took was a feverish slicking of himself and that already-prepared hole, and he was there. He was sliding into the man above her in a way that made all three of them shudder and groan. Abel, most likely because of the clench of that tight muscle around his cock—or maybe the surrender of it, from so uptight a man. Tom, from the feel of something that solid spreading him, she suspected.
And her, because of all of the above.
Just watching them was its own bliss.
She didn’t even need the heavier press of Tom’s cock in her pussy, or the incredibly intensified jolt of each thrust. It was the expression on Abel’s face that got her going. The way his eyes locked with hers over Tom’s shoulder, hazy with desire and delirious with pleasure. It was Tom himself, and the wavery sighs and groans he let out.
Not to mention the words.
God, the words he came out with.
“Fuck me harder,” he said after a second. “Make me feel it.”
And Abel did. He pounded into the man beneath him, until his skin was glossed with perspiration and his breath was coming in short gasps. He thrust until Tom was shaking so hard his teeth were rattling and his arms could barely hold him up. She could see him slipping. Soon the pair of them was going to crush her.
But if they did she was going to die happy.
A third orgasm was welling up inside her, and this one promised to be the most intense yet. It uncoiled slowly in the pit of her stomach, spurred on by every thrust and groan and sigh. By the smell of them both, musky and sex-soaked, but still sharp with the delicious cologne both of them favored. And by their expressions, slack with lust and the seven thousand sensations that had to be pouring through them.
In fact, she knew they were pouring through them, because just as her own climax crested, so did Tom’s. In fact, her stuttering, shaking body and her choked moans seemed to trigger it in a way she didn’t know was possible from someone like him. He cursed—something she had never known him do—and then seemed to go rigid all over, as if his orgasm had seized hold of him and squeezed tight enough to steal his breath. It turned him the color of ripe tomatoes as he strained through the intensity of his pleasure.
And it didn’t let go easily.
Tom was still shuddering with it a minute later when Abel gave a hoarse cry and almost fell forward on top of them both. In fact, it only seemed to push him higher. For a long moment it was both of them over her, grunting and gasping and taking their pleasure, hips bucking and cocks swelling and spurting.
Until finally, finally, it was over.
