Get-Together Summer

by Lotus Oakes

  With a pleased little noise, Haley tugged Dirk’s pants down to just past his hips, pulling his cock free with one hand. She glanced up at him through her lashes, and though it first seemed like she was trying for a sultry pout, it quickly dissolved into a small laugh. He smiled as well, reaching to run a hand through her hair, the gesture ending with him cupping her cheek, which she leaned into easily. They held their smiles for a few long moments, and then Dirk reached to tweak her bangs.

  “Baby, I love you, but if you don’t do something soon, I’m not gonna be responsible for my actions.”

  “How romantic,” she said dryly, but leaned up, stroking his cock briskly. Dirk rolled his hips slowly in time with her hand, his own eyes half-lidded and heavy, watching eagerly as she fit her lips around the head and went slowly down. It was nothing like Simon imagined in the dream, where she’d moved in a single swift motion: she took her time with it, whether to be a tease or because of the actual width and girth of Dirk’s cock, it was hard to say. She watched Dirk the whole time, using her free hand to continue stroking the difference until she’d taken the whole of it into her mouth. Simon pressed both hands harder to his mouth now in an attempt to not make any noise.

  Haley remained that way for a few seconds, breathing hard through her nose. Dirk ran his fingers through her hair again and again, wetting his lips as he stared down at her.

  Then she began to move: slowly at first, in tiny, incremental bobs. Her other hand settled on Dirk’s hip and she closed her eyes; each time she moved down, she pulled back a little further, until his whole cock was sliding in and out of her mouth with ease. Every time Dirk made a move to go faster, though, she dug her nails into his hip and stopped until he did the same. His breathing was rough, his mouth hanging open as he continued to near-obsessively pet her hair. At the end of her slow progression, she let his cock slip fully from her mouth, taking it in hand again to hold it still as her tongue flickered across the wet head. Occasionally she would take just that tip back into her mouth and suck hard enough to hollow her cheeks before pulling off again.

  “Fuck me,” he groaned. “How come you don’t have to be nice?”

  Haley hummed briefly, going down deeper on him for a moment before slowly pulling back and licking her lips. “Because that’s what you like,” she said, and smiled.

  Dirk let out a small huff, not quite either a laugh or a sigh, and sank his hands into her hair again with a tug. “Not too much of that, baby,” he said. “We still need to make dinner, remember?”

  “I remember.” She pushed back when he tried to pull her down again, taking his cock in hand instead and stroking it hard and fast — both more than Simon would have expected. She really wasn’t new to this, was she … ? “Don’t worry. I’ll have you done soon.”

  “When you say it like that, I just wanna try and last as long as possible …”

  “Later,” she told him, and finally went down on him again. She closed her eyes, holding the base of his cock with her hand still and bobbing her head in fast shallow movements. Dirk groaned, low and resonant in his chest, now apparently holding onto her head for balance, his elbow leaning against the counter for more support. Haley’s other hand stroked up, her fingers ghosting over the curve of his ass. After a moment, he began to tense up, breath hissing out from between his teeth.

  “Fuck it, Haley, I—”

  She moaned, the sound muffled and buzzing, and went down all the way, so that her nose was pressed to his abdomen. A moment later Dirk shouted, sounding almost startled, and rocked his hips hard one last time. Simon saw her throat move, and shrank away again, back out of sight. He heard the soft noise of flesh against wet flesh, and then Haley’s shaky hoarse sigh, echoing between Dirk’s harsh gasping for breath.

  “Fuck,” he said finally, sounding outright reverent. “You’re good at that.”

  “I know.” She sounded smug. A moment later there was the rustle of cloth over skin, and the metallic buzz of a zipper being done up. “So what were you thinking about for dinner? We still have enough time to do something fancy— hey!”

  Her exclamation was cut off by the sound of a kiss. Simon closed his eyes and began to back up down the hallway, moving mostly by touch and familiarity. He wanted to just turn and flee, but his knees felt weak and his feet felt heavy, never mind the nearly-angry hard pressure between his legs. Moving as carefully as possible, he made his way to the stairs and up them, listening as Haley and Dirk’s voices faded back into indistinct mumbles once more. Once up the stairs he allowed himself to move a little more freely — as much as his erection would allow, at any rate, half-waddling his way back to his own room to crawl onto his bed and under the blankets once more.

  For all that this had only happened once before — twice only if you counted his dream — it felt like he was developing a habit, like he’d done this too many times. Simon curled up on his side, tugging his pants open and cupping his cock in both hands, just holding it for the moment. It was going beyond just curiosity — and jealousy, if he was entirely honest — into something that he knew would only get him into trouble. The first time could be waved off as an accident, that he’d been frozen in place by the sight and act of his cousin openly having sex, but this time? There’d been no reason for him to come back, and none for him to stay after the sex had actually begun …

  Simon took a deep breath and felt it rattle and catch in his lungs. His eyes stung again, but he squeezed his eyes firmly shut until that sensation went away.

  One last time, he told himself; he’d allow himself a fantasy one more time, and then he’d stop. He was an Oakley; he was above this sort of pathetic gesturing. And if Haley did break up with Dirk, if someday his lowborn tendencies were too much for her to handle, Simon would still be there, and maybe then he’d say something to her …

  For now, though, he kept his eyes shut, bringing one hand up to lick his palm solidly before he gripped his cock again. It wasn’t really convincing — his palms were soft, but not soft enough to be anything but a hand — but he kept his eyes firmly shut, recreating the image he’d seen in the kitchen: Dirk with his body curved slightly forward in a subtle arch and Haley kneeling before him, with her sundress still on but rucked up to her knees. He tried to imagine himself in that scenario as well — maybe kneeling next to her, his shoulder pressed to hers and his hand cupping Dirk’s ass to keep him still. The skin there would be warm, he was sure, and smooth, and just a little resilient if he sank his fingers in. Would Dirk even like something like that? But even if he didn’t at first, he could probably be convinced …

  Simon began to move his hands slowly, concentrating on the slip and slide of flesh over flesh, breathing through his nose. Maybe he would reach to pull Haley off of Dirk’s cock before she got too into it, as well, and maybe he would kiss her, hard, using his teeth and tongue to force her mouth open. She would protest at first, but yield before too long, and she would kiss him back with equal fervor, her hand coming to clutch his shoulder as he fucked her mouth with his tongue. There would be a taste that was faint and indescribable but also unmistakable — a taste like the smell from his hands, a taste that permeated her entire being so that when he kissed her, he couldn’t avoid it. And he didn’t want to avoid it, either, reveling a little in its intensity even.

  He would slide his other hand up her back, under her dress, tracing the smooth curve of it from her slim shoulders to the fuller curve of her ass, already naked, and he might even try spanking her once, to see if she liked it. If she did, she would squeak and lean into him more, kissing him with greater eagerness than before, spreading her knees to brace her weight so that he could do it again, harder.

  While he was doing that, Dirk would reach to pull her head away from him, and while Simon would miss her kisses, he could just turn his head a little to watch as Dirk pulled Haley’s mouth back to his cock. He would keep a firm grip on both sides of her head so she wouldn’t be able to escape, holding her still to fuck her mouth with slow easy ge
stures. Haley would moan and whimper, but she would obediently open her mouth and relax her throat so he could slide easily in and out.

  It would make a wet slick noise, gliding easily as silk, and some of the saliva would drool out of the corners of her mouth. And Simon thought he might try to kiss her while she was doing that, even as he continued to spank her in short sharp strikes, licking the corner where her lips were distended, maybe even touching some of Dirk’s cock with his own tongue at the same time. It would taste like the both of them, somehow; it would be a taste that he would know that was one part Haley and one part Dirk and in his own mouth there would be him involved as well, so at least inside of him, it would be all three of them together.

  Dirk would continue to fuck Haley’s mouth in long easy strokes, long enough that Simon’s arm would get tired, and he would move his hand down instead, pushing through Haley’s spread buttocks and then up, to where her wet slit was. She would be dripping at that point, enough that he could feel it running freely down his fingers when he touched her. She would cry out at that, high and surprised, and he would just run a finger along the outer lips, through coarse damp hair, never quite either entering her or finding her clit until her hips were moving on their own, restless, silently asking. She would be moaning in small desperate gasps around the girth of Dirk’s cock, and when Simon finally pushed a finger into her she would cry out, bearing down hard around his finger.

  (How would it feel?) She would be hot and wet, so hot and so wet, and just thinking about it was enough to nearly make Simon come on the spot. He had to pause in stroking himself, taking a few deep shaking breaths in order to beat back some of the terrible aching excitement inside of him. She would be so slick and ready that there would be no resistance to his finger at all; he would push directly into the depths of her, her walls flexing eagerly around him, parting easily so that it seemed he could slip his entire hand into her cunt with no problem at all. But no, that wasn’t what he wanted, so he would pull back, ignoring her mewl of disappointment, and instead he would shift to press up against her back, keeping his one hand securely between her legs, stroking lightly until he found the swollen bump of her clit. And once he did he would tease it, as lightly as possible, first dragging just the pad of his finger over it, and then just the curve of his nail, tracing lopsided circles as she squirmed and whined and rolled her hips into him. He would look up and see Dirk looking down at them both, his dusky face flushed and his mouth slack with lust, his eyes shining and hot.

  Once he was sure of Dirk’s attention, he knew, he would undo his own pants finally (or maybe they just were undone all along, he thought, because that would make the whole thing so much easier), and he would drag Haley’s hips back against his, so that they were snugly pressed together and so his cock was rubbing between her legs from behind, teasing but not yet entering.

  “Fuck her,” Dirk would breath, his voice thick and heavy. Haley would whimper desperately, her eyes rolling, but Dirk wouldn’t let go of her, wouldn’t let her pull away as he continued to stroke his cock in and out of her mouth, all the way balls deep to just the tip, and in spite of her sounds of protest she accepted it, her own hands coming to rest on his hips now too. Simon would nod and he would shift, and oh, then he would be inside and all that hot slick heat that had been around his finger would be around his cock instead, her body readily accepting the whole of him, sweet and eager. It would feel so good, and he didn’t know if he even had the words (or the imagination) to describe it. Like jerking off in the shower, but better, especially once her hips began to move against his. She would grind back against him, the soft hot red globes of her ass pressing against him, and Simon would take her hips in his hands, pulling her up until she was kneeling doggy-style.

  And then he would fuck her — slow and easy at first, to match the movements of Dirk’s hips, so that she was in a perfect balance of pushing back onto him, then back out over Dirk’s cock. He would hold her hips to keep her still, even though she would struggle, hungry for more, until his own lust felt too hard to control.

  Then he would fuck her hard and fast — harder and faster than Dirk had fucked her before, when he’d been spying on them, enough that he was forcing Dirk into a faster rhythm too. He would let go of her hips at that point to take her breasts into his hands as well, soft and full, with their hard nipples brushing against his palms. He wouldn’t hold them too hard, just let the natural swaying motion of them brush her nipples against his fingers again and again, reveling in their texture, and the way that Haley whimpered and choked around Dirk’s cock. He would fuck her and listen to the sounds he drove out of her, and the sounds she pulled out of Dirk in return, and he alone would be confident and in control.

  But in the end even he wouldn’t be able to hold out indefinitely, at which point he would curl over Haley’s back and take her breasts firmly into his hands, squeezing them, and he would fuck her cunt so hard and fast that he couldn’t believe his own body could move that violently. He would continue until he pulled an orgasm out of her, shrieking but muffled around Dirk’s cock, and he would continue moving until the movements of her mouth made Dirk come as well — he would pull back out of her mouth and his cum would spatter across Haley’s face. Maybe a little of it would hit Simon as well, salty and thick. There would be a dab at the corner of his mouth and he would lick it away before he pressed his face into Haley’s hair, sweat-damp but still smelling sweet, and he would fuck her hard and fast still until he came, with enough force to blind him—

  Simon bit down hard on his sleeve as he came for real, his cock jerking hard in his hands. His back jerked into an involuntary hard arch, and he nearly choked on his next inhale. In the aftermath he felt weak and shaky, almost exhausted, and even as the lingering echoes of pleasure faded, he still felt lethargic and heavy, slow as if he were trapped underwater. He remained curled on his side for long minutes after, just breathing slowly in through his nose and out of his mouth. A part of him still felt obscurely guilty — that fantasy had been more desperately detailed than he’d intended for it to be — but, he told himself, as long as he never did it again, then he would be fine …

  He didn’t expect to sleep, but he must have, because the next thing he knew there was soft knocking on the door. “Simon? Dinner’s ready.”

  His eyes opened slowly. He was still tangled in blankets, more than he remembered being, his head shoved partially between his two stacked pillows. There was a slightly sour taste in the back of his throat, spread across his tongue. He sat up slowly, rubbing at his face. “Haley … ?”

  The door cracked open, just enough for her to stick her head in. She gave him a single appraising look, pursing her lips. “Or maybe you should just sleep.”

  “No,” he protested. He tried to move, but his body still felt sluggish, and when he shifted he was reminded that his fly was still open, his cock damp and sticky against his thigh, and so he stopped. “It’s all right, I just fell asleep …”

  “There’ll still be food later,” she said. “You look awful.”

  “I’m fine,” he protested, nearly a whine. “Just need to wash my face or something.” When she didn’t look convinced, he finally swung his legs over the side of the bed, careful to keep himself still wrapped up in his blanket. “It’s all right. I’ll be fine.”

  “We could make soup or something instead, I think there’s broth …”

  “Haley,” he whined again. “Just lemme wash up and I’ll be fine.”

  She huffed but stepped back, closing the door again. “If you say so. Whenever you’re ready.”

  As her footsteps faded away, he oozed off the bed and shuffled his way to his bathroom. In the mirror, his reflection was honestly disheveled, more than he usually allowed himself to be — no wonder Haley had been worried, he thought, peering at himself. His normally-neat, fine blond hair was standing up in clumps, with the beginnings of an impressive cowlick sticking out from the side of his head. His eyes were bloodshot, and there were dark
er splotches of flushed red on his cheeks in stark contrast to the normal paleness of his skin. He pulled a face, squinting his eyes and sticking out his tongue, then turned on the tap as cold as possible to splash his face. The shock felt both bad and good; after a few handfuls of water he at least felt capable of moving and coherent speech. He dried himself, then gingerly tucked himself back into his pants and zipped back up. A few runs with a damp comb helped tame his hair somewhat, and then he headed downstairs.

  In the dining nook, Haley was already seated, a book in one hand and an empty plate in front of her. When Simon entered, though, she sat up, fixing him with another keen look. “You made it.”

  “Told you.” He stifled a yawn behind one hand, shuffling to take the chair to her right, where he’d sat that morning. “What’d he make, anyway?”

  “Brick chicken,” Dirk announced as he swept in. He was carrying a large covered plate, which he set down in the center of the table before removing the lid with a flourish. Three small flat birds, their skins a picturesque caramel brown, lay in a row, surrounded by frills of green lettuce leaves and sliced lemon halves. “There’s also smashed potatoes and strawberry-spinach salad. The rolls are still in the oven, but they’ll be done any second now, so—”

  The oven began to beep, shrill and steady, and Dirk cut himself off, almost twirling on his heel to head back into the kitchen proper. Simon glanced at Haley in time to catch the fond look on her face as she watched him go, her chin resting on one hand.

  “… It smells good,” he offered, as the oven was shut off and there was the clattering of dishes in the kitchen.

  “It is good,” she said, with unexpected pride. “I helped. He let me try some of it, too. I think you’ll like it.”

  Simon put his elbows on the table and leaned to put his chin in his hands. “Yeah?”