by Rowan Shaw
"For what?" I asked and nuzzled the tender skin of her ear.
She ran her fingertip over my chest. "For accepting me as I am. For inviting Nour over. And for giving me the biggest orgasm of my entire life."
My grin grew. "We made you come that hard?"
"I thought I was going to faint."
"The night has barely started," I whispered in her ear. "You might still faint later."
Her dark eyes gleamed. "I can't wait."
I gave her a small peck on the lips and looked at Nour, who was observing us from the edge of the bed.
"Let's change the sheets before our next round. How about you girls go shower and I'll join later?" I said.
Charlotte blushed all over her face.
"Let's take care of Nour once that's done," I whispered and sat up.
I beckoned Nour for a three-way kiss before they went to the bathroom, holding hands while I made the bed. When I gathered the sheets and changed them, the sound of the pouring water accompanied their resounding laughter before everything turned silent. I wondered if they were still washing each other or playing around.
I made the bed fast as lightning and left the room, soon sliding into the shower, where I found them groping each other against the wall. Scorching hot water was pooling down their bodies as Nour grabbed my wrist and pulled me into their kiss.
"I want you inside me," she panted in between strokes of her lips against mine. "So bad."
"Will you clean me up first?" I asked.
Without a word, Nour grabbed my shaft while Charlotte soaped her hands and joined her, their fingers rubbing me until I was hard in spite of my general exhaustion. Charlotte took her sweet time cleaning my foreskin, then my balls, all the while kissing Nour. By the time we were done, I was fully aroused, aching to get inside Nour and make Charlotte watch.
Chapter 25
CHARLOTTE
"My turn." Nour turned off the water and opened the door, letting the cold air in. My body shivered, my nipples hardening from the chill.
She grabbed my hand in her firm grasp and led me out of the shower before wrapping me in a long towel, her eyes traveling down from my lips to the tips of my toes. She looked ready to eat me whole while drying her long dark mane.
Noah didn't say a single word. His blond hair was a wild mess I wanted to tug at. I'd never met a man so sexually free—not even Adrien had this capacity to let everything go and enjoy the ride without trying to control every move with precision. Sex with Noah was messy, hot, and tender.
Before I could think for long, Nour took my hand and led me out. We crossed the living room, fully naked with Noah on our heels, a towel still wrapped around his slim body.
He asked Nour to lie down, but she shook her head. Her eyes were right on me as she pinned me against the door and caressed the length of my body. Her touch was soft, her skin so warm against mine as her breasts pressed against my own when she leaned in for a kiss. Her plump lips sought mine for an entrance, her tongue slipping in to explore my mouth. I felt the effect of her kiss spread all the way down to my crotch, which she ended up grabbing too, stroking me until I moaned in her mouth. When she pulled back, I was already feeling dizzy from barely breathing.
Noah was spread on his bed, waiting for us, his turquoise blue eyes intense with desire.
Nour gave me a flirty wink and beckoned me to follow her as she joined Noah and lay by his side. I stood there, transfixed, and watched them kiss for a while, their tongues swirling, chasing each other for more strokes that I could feel without a single touch from them. Noah rolled over Nour and kissed her neck before whispering in her ear that he wanted to take her ass missionary style.
But Nour didn't seem to be listening. Her eyes were right on me as she extended her hand my way. "Pourquoi tu viens pas au lit, ma belle?"
It made me shiver every time she called me beautiful. She coupled her invitation to bed with a gesture. I found my spot beside her and looked at Noah. With a sweet smile, he lowered himself over Nour and sucked on her nipple, his eyes on me the entire time.
I followed his lead and began to lick Nour's other breast. All doubts I may have had about being bi had already dissipated during our first round of sex, but my sexuality found further confirmation each time I touched her. I wanted her so damn much, my need was nearly pooling between my legs.
With his mouth still on her tit, Noah grabbed my hand and led it down Nour's skin to her crotch so we could stroke her together. She was already fully turned on too, and it didn't take long for her to beg. I shushed her with a deep kiss as Noah got off the bed to find a condom and lube.
When he was ready, he knelt with his face between Nour's legs. He kissed the insides of her thighs, slowly heading up to her hole that he rimmed until she squirmed from side to side, moaning for more. Noah pushed two lubricated fingers inside and began to move them in and out to get Nour ready for penetration. I wanted to go down on her so badly, to taste her until she came, but Noah pulled his fingers out and guided himself inside, just the tip at first. Their position didn't leave me enough space to take care of her, but I was almost too enthralled to move at this point.
Nour's exhale was loud when Noah pushed in. I couldn't stop watching as she closed her beautiful dark eyes. Noah was taking his sweet time, guided by her small hiccups of pain each time he went deeper, until Nour begged me to touch her. She pulled me into a kiss, her fingers curling into my short hair, and I resumed my sweet caresses of her sex. Her tongue tasted of strawberries and something sweet. I was nearly breathless when she pulled back.
"Take me hard," she told Noah when he was finally settled in.
"I don't do hard," he reminded her.
"I want it hard." Her assertive demand was coupled with a raised eyebrow.
For the first time, I saw Noah narrow his eyes and give a short nod as he rolled his hips to take her deeper.
"Harder," she demanded.
Noah's frown deepened. "Fine then."
He grabbed the cheeks of her ass, and lifted her high. He didn't hold back like he did with me. There was no more gentleness when he slammed inside her, then pulled almost all the way out before pounding so hard, his thrusts tore shouts from her mouth.
"Just like that, yes." She was so gorgeous in her ecstasy, she nearly drove me mad with desire.
"Sit on my face," she told me. "I want to feel you come on my tongue."
It wasn't her first time going down on me, but when I did as she said, I was blown away by her expertise. She gave me better head than anyone I'd ever been with. Each stroke of her tongue sent chills up my spine. Over and over again until the tide rose from within. I came so hard, I screamed her name as I arched my back. The explosion took me from deep inside and spread everywhere. I prayed that it might never end.
When it unfortunately did, I didn't wait to get off her and kiss her, tasting the salty flavor of my orgasm on her lips. I grabbed her breast in one palm and massaged it before taking it whole in my mouth.
"You're not allowed to touch yourself," I heard Noah say when Nour was about to reach down.
"I'll do as I please."
"Nope." Before Nour could retort, Noah buried himself inside her again. I knew his stamina was out of this world, but I never knew he had it in him to fuck so damn hard, Nour's eyes nearly welled up. Sweet, gentle Noah was hammering inside her like he meant to discipline her, and Nour kept egging him on, begging for more punishment.
"I'm almost there," she shouted.
Her skin was glistening with sweat the deeper Noah took her, grasping her ass hard, his fingers digging into her tanned skin. He hammered inside her until she lost all control and found her release, her moans vibrating through the air.
I watched as her eyes closed and her beautiful mouth opened in another loud cry of pure ecstasy. No once did Noah stop. He kept going until his climax took him, and he groaned before coming to a standstill. He leaned into Nour, who met his mouth halfway. I joined them, our tongues stroking in a chaotic kiss that aroused me all over
again. I wanted them still. I wanted them for the entire night.
"I'm gonna need a break," Noah admitted reluctantly as if reading my mind.
Nour gave a short nod as he pulled out and threw the rubber in the trash without even tying the end.
"I need a nap," he said, "but you can play with her, then wake me up. I can tell you want more."
I wasn't sure how he was so in tune with my needs, but I did want more, and I didn't want to wait.
Chapter 26
NOAH
Nour and Charlotte were sleeping intertwined when I woke up. Charlotte's arm was around Nour's waist, her face buried in Nour's neck, while I had my crotch pressed against her ass. I kissed the curve of her throat, ready to doze off again when my phone beeped.
It was well past nine A.M., but I was still exhausted from them both waking me up in the middle of the night to suck me off before two more rounds of sex. I took a look at the screen just to make sure it was nothing urgent and regretted my decision instantly. Hugo's message was blinking at me like an omen.
Hugo: Can we talk?
I considered ignoring him and pretending I was sleeping, but a part of me wanted to get the whole thing done and over with.
Me: I can't talk on the phone right now.
Hugo: Are you alone?
Me: Not that it's any of your business, but no, I'm not. I really can't talk.
Hugo: Are you with Adrien?
Me: No.
A few seconds passed by before he sent another message.
Hugo: I really need to talk.
Me: Can't you say it by message?
Hugo: I made a mistake. I miss you.
Here was the moment I'd been waiting for this entire time, and Hugo had chosen today of all days to make it happen. Sadly for him, it was too late for us. Spending time with Charlotte only showed me what I was missing when I was with Hugo. I didn't want to go back. I didn't want to force myself to be someone I wasn't anymore.
Me: What do you expect me to say?
Hugo: Where are you? Can we meet and talk?
Me: Now?
Hugo: Yes.
Me: Not a good idea.
Hugo: Please.
I stared at the screen. Pleading was so unlike him. Nour was right, after all. I wondered if he was crying too. But the satisfaction I thought I would feel upon him begging wasn't there. I just wanted him out of my life. I wanted him to leave me alone.
Me: I've moved on.
Hugo: It's only been a few months. We've been together for ten years.
Me: You moved on while still in a relationship with me, Hugo. At least I had the decency to be single when I found somebody else.
Hugo: So you're seeing someone?
Me: Yes.
I had no idea where this thing was going with Charlotte. We were still getting to know each other, but I'd felt more in sync with her in a few weeks than I'd felt with Hugo in ten years.
Hugo: Who is he?
Me: She's a woman.
He didn't reply right away. He was probably swallowing the news.
Hugo: Is it Nour?
I didn't know how to reply to that. Nour wasn't the one I was moving on with, but she was lying naked in my bed.
Me: No.
Hugo: So you didn't have sex with Nour?
Me: I didn't say that.
Hugo: So you did?
I lost patience right then. What did he want from me?
Me: For years, you made it impossible for me to sleep with people of other genders, Hugo. We always had to stick to men, even if it wasn't what I wanted, even when you knew it wasn't enough for me. All that because you were insecure and worried I might leave you for someone else. Then you cheated on me. So yes, I've had sex with Nour and other people since you left me. I don't owe it to you to remain celibate.
Hugo: I didn't say that.
Me: No, but you're acting like it. What did you think? That I'd be waiting for you this whole time, crying and longing for you to come back?
He didn't reply. It totally was what he'd been hoping for. I couldn't believe him. Selfish prick.
Hugo: I didn't mean to hurt you. I'll do anything you want. I need you.
Me: You need me? Why? Because your closeted married boyfriend couldn't stand it when the tabloids got wind of what was going on? Not only did you cheat on me, Hugo, but you slept with a married man. He has children, for goodness' sake.
Hugo: You didn't mind that when we had that first threesome.
Me: What threesome? It was just you and him. I wasn't involved at all. I never even kissed the guy. I had to watch you make love to him in a way you never did with me. Do you realize how that made me feel?
Hugo: I know, and I was wrong. I want to try and do better. I can be the kind of boyfriend you need me to be.
Me: No, you really can't. You had ten years to prove to me that you couldn't be the one I need. It's too late now.
Hugo: It's never too late.
Yes, it was. Because even though I wasn't in love with Charlotte per se, I was so in lust with her, it drove me insane. I couldn't get her out of my head. I craved her even when she wasn't around, and I didn't want to stop. She was free in ways Hugo never was. She let me be myself in ways Hugo never did, and he would never understand that.
Me: It's too late for us, Hugo. I met somebody else. Someone who accepts me as I am.
Hugo: I accepted you as you were. We dated for ten years, for fuck's sake.
Me: Oh, really, you accepted me as I am? Was that before or after you told me I couldn't fuck women? Or was it when you berated me and wouldn't talk to me for three days that one time I spent the night with Nour? After I'd asked for your consent, no less.
Hugo: I can do better.
Me: I have nothing more to say, Hugo. You had your chance, and you blew it. Big time. I don't date cheats.
Hugo: I can't not have you in my life. I miss you.
Me: You survived over two months without contacting me. You didn't even check on me to verify I was still alive. You didn't worry about me or my well-being during this entire time. You didn't miss me all those nights you were fucking him while I was crying in bed. I think you can live without me just fine.
Hugo: I knew you were fine. I always watch your videos.
Me: Bye, Hugo.
Hugo: I still love you. Please...
I turned off my phone and hoped there would be no more messages from him. Hugo could be persistent when he wanted something. I didn't want to have to block his number.
I doubted I could sleep after this. I turned my phone back on and checked the comments on my latest YouTube video. I knew better than to do that, but I often did anyway. It was like a masochistic part of me enjoyed being tortured. Many of the comments were compliments, but then I saw some random ones that had nothing to do with the content of my work at all.
FolleD'Toi: I heard he's dating a girl now or something.
Bella: Wait. What? What a fake!
CinquanteCinq: He's bi. That's what ALL his videos are about! He made it clear right away he was into women too.
FolleD'Toi: I don't watch his videos to hear about women, thanks.
CinquanteCinq: That's bi-erasure.
Bella: No, it's not. If we wanted to hear about guys dating girls, we'd go on some straight YouTuber's channel.
CinquanteCinq: This channel is intended for bisexual people—men more specifically—and we love all genders. Sorry, not sorry.
Bella: I'm so disappointed.
CinquanteCinq: This is queer media. It's for queers. What's your problem?
FolleD'Toi: If it's aimed at queers, it should be about him fucking men, not about him and women.
CinquanteCinq: You know what? I'm outta here.
FolleD'Toi: Yeah, you go do that. We don't need you around here.
I sighed and logged off, then dropped my phone on the nightstand table. A part of me wanted to tell them that CinquanteCinq was right. He had every right to be upset. But I was too tired to get into a fight with
some viewers tonight. I had no idea how they'd heard about me and Charlotte. It wasn't like we'd been out often. Unless one of them spied on me at that sex shop the one time.
It saddened me to see them react like this. It made my entire work worthless. My entire channel was about me being bi. I never said I was gay. I never said I only dated men. I couldn't understand why it was such a big deal anyway. I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around Charlotte, seeking her comforting warmth.
"I didn't mean to wake you, sorry," I whispered when she stirred.
Without a word, she rubbed her butt against my crotch until I hardened to a painful point, then she reached for my neck and drew me into a lazy kiss from the side.
"Make love to me," she whispered, half-asleep. "Spooning like that first night at my place."
I patted the nightstand table for a condom and didn't wait to ready myself and sink inside her. We made love slowly and tenderly. Why would I ever want to go back to someone who'd never shown me affection during sex when I could experience this instead?
I kissed the side of Charlotte's neck and her shoulders while thrusting inside her warmth. Nour was still lying beside us, fully asleep and oblivious to the game we were playing next to her. I couldn't deny my cravings. It was pure lust—raw and intense. I couldn't resist her, nor did I want to.
This was what I'd always wanted—to find someone who liked to play without all the strings attached—and I was not turning back now. I had wasted ten years of my life forcing myself to believe in a relationship that never brought me even half the joy I'd felt tonight. Not only was Charlotte a confirmed bisexual, but she was my perfect match in bed and out.
Chapter 27
ADRIEN
Our trip to Guadeloupe was the best I'd ever been on. It was the first time Raphaël and I traveled somewhere outside metropolitan France. The people in Guadeloupe were as warm and welcoming as the weather. We spent our days sunbathing on the beach, walking to various waterfalls, visiting historic places, scuba diving, and going to different markets to feast on fresh guava, mangoes, and papaya. We were staying at a colorful bungalow with a small bedroom, one bathroom, a kitchen, a living room, and a hot tub. Watching Raphaël marvel at everything was the best experience of the entire trip. His eyes never stopped widening upon every sight, his mouth gaping, and I couldn't stop staring at him and reveling in his joy.
