Get-Together Summer

by Lotus Oakes

  Simon mumbled something in reply. His face almost hurt from the force of his blush, but he leaned forward anyway, keeping his eyes on Haley’s face. She stared at him wide-eyed as he pressed his lips first to the upper swell of her breast, then sucked in a quick shaking breath as he trailed lower and let his lips press against her hard nipple, framing it softly.

  “Oh,” she breathed, wondering, and slid a hand into his hair, curling her nails against his scalp. It was a light, almost ticklish sensation, and he shivered as he parted his lips, touching his tongue to the tip of her nipple. Haley whined at that, curling closer to him and tugging his head harder to her breast, and Simon let himself relax into it, closing his eyes and suckling — gently at first, and then harder as she shivered and dragged her nails against his scalp, over and over. He rolled the nipple against his tongue, letting himself get lost in the sensation, the specific knowledge that this was Haley in his arms, this was Haley he was touching like this, breathing in small sweet gasps against his hair as her body trembled and twisted against his.

  A hand settled on Simon’s back, long and hot, unmistakably Dirk’s. He tensed briefly, automatically, but all Dirk did was stroke down his back, following the arch of his spine from shoulderblade to tailbone, occasionally dipping into the waistband of Simon’s pants rather than pass over them. It was soothing, almost hypnotic, and he sank into the motion, curling his other hands against the curve of Haley’s hips to keep her pressed close. He thought he could happily continue that indefinitely, but after a moment she tugged him to the side, and he let go only to be directed to her other nipple instead. Daringly he nipped at it with his teeth before he brushed his tongue over it, and she gave a tiny squeal, her hips jerking up and into his.

  This was a dream, he thought to himself, distant and hazy. It had to be a dream, the same sort of frustrating lovely dreams he’d been having ever since he’d watched Dirk and Haley having sex. It was close enough to perfect that he could feel himself tensing up, bracing for it to end — but then Dirk took one of his hands and pulled it inward, across the concave flat of Haley’s belly, hooking both of their thumbs into the band of her panties and pausing.

  “Go on,” Dirk murmured into Simon’s ear, low and husky. He shifted, and Simon moaned at the hot hard pressure against his back, and the answering ache it raised between his legs. “You wanna see how much she likes it? You should check.”

  Simon moaned again, dazed, tugging at Haley’s panties a few times, until her hips lifted and suddenly the small scrap of cloth was sliding down her long legs and was lost somewhere off the side of the couch. His hands were outright shaking now, and when Dirk let go of him he had to press them hard into Haley’s side to try and regain some measure of control. She wrapped her arms loosely around his shoulders, pressing her forehead to his. Looking at her face didn’t calm him, not precisely, but the tentative hopeful expression on her face made something loosen in his chest — some tight aching place deep inside — and he tipped his head to kiss her softly as he slipped one arm around her waist and slid the fingers of his other hand along the crease of her thigh and her body and followed it inward, to the small neat triangle of hair between her legs.

  Haley cried out into his mouth when he finally touched her, her hips arching up and pressing into his hand, and Simon groaned in response as his fingers slipped through the hot wet folds of her cunt, pressing shallowly up against her entrance. She was so slick that there was no resistance at all as he stroked her, blindly feeling out the curve of her body. When he found the nub of her clit, she clutched hard at his hair and back for a moment and ground her hips up against the light pressure of his finger. He moved his hand away, breathless with a sudden sense of power, running his finger along her slit instead, letting just the tip of his index finger press into her, testing that soft wet heat.

  “Simon,” Haley growled, her voice low and thick, and he started a little, and at once pressed his finger deeply inside of her, as far as it could go. It went easily and smoothly, and he had to stop and lean his forehead against her chest for a moment, panting at the way her body tightened around his, and the soft cry she gave. He curled his finger a little, then rocked his hand back, this time pressing two fingers into her when he pushed back in. Haley let out a sobbing breath, her fingers tight in his hair. He licked his lips and lifted his head again, looking up.

  Haley’s head was tipped back, her chest heaving for breath. A flush had spread across the tops of her breasts, so that they were nearly as pink as her nipples. Against his back, Dirk was a hot, heavy, watchful presence, and when Simon turned his head, he could see Dirk watching them with open interest, lips parted and wet. Part of him was embarrassed and a lot more intimidated — he’d seen Dirk’s easy confidence in the bedroom, and he wasn’t sure he could yet match it — but part of him was also inspired, somehow; like it was a challenge passing silently between them. She likes this; she likes me; I’m the one doing this to her.

  Simon took a deep breath and leaned back against Dirk’s body to brace himself. He slipped a second finger inside of Haley — easy and smooth, gliding like silk as she gasped and pressed against his hand — and pressed his fingers in as deep as they would go, pressing his thumb firmly over her clit as he did. Her fingers clawed at his shoulders as she tossed her head back and whimpered, rocking as he began to move his hand, picking up his rhythm and matching it easily.

  That also felt like a challenge; he wanted to see more, he wanted it all. He pressed in closer to her, his own breath coming fast and hard, so that his cheek just barely brushed against the curve of her breast. The closeness of her skin tickled faintly, and he kept his distance just enough to keep that soft phantom touch, teasing himself as much as her as he continued to slide his fingers in and out.

  “Hey,” Dirk murmured, his voice low and heavy. Simon turned his head automatically to him, and found Haley’s nipple right before his eyes; Dirk had taken hold of her breast and was squeezing it, as if to present it more fully to him. When he looked at Dirk, Dirk grinned back, showing off his teeth again. “Go on. Do it like before.”

  Simon took a deep breath and leaned obediently forward. Haley’s skin was warmer now, and it seemed even softer than before, faintly salty against his tongue. She continued to shake, trapped within the circle of Simon’s arm, her hips rocking insistently, now driving Simon’s own hand faster, harder, her breath coming in hard high gasps. She was close, he thought, and that was exciting enough to make his stomach flipflop.

  And then, just as she seemed to be about to hit that peak, Dirk caught Simon’s wrist and pulled it. He resisted for a moment, whining himself against Haley’s breast, but Dirk was stronger and he was determined; he tugged again and Simon’s fingers slipped free despite Haley’s high protesting moan. Simon lifted his head, blinking slowly as Dirk tugged his hand up to his mouth, sucking his damp fingers in. His whole body jerked at that, startled at the unexpected heated warmth of it. Dirk sucked his fingers down, curling his tongue around them and bobbing his head in obvious parody of a blowjob, then sank his teeth in lightly at the base of those fingers, dragging slowly up until they slipped from his mouth. Simon whimpered, his hips moving in tiny helpless jerks.

  “Nice,” Dirk murmured. “You wanna try, baby?”

  Haley moaned. Her head rolled blindly towards Dirk; her eyes were closed but her mouth was open, and Dirk guided Simon’s fingers into her mouth with a smile. She lipped at them first, pressing tiny kisses over them as Dirk held them still, then slid her tongue between those fingers, laving between them with unexpected enthusiasm. Simon leaned his cheek against her chest again, pressing his hand harder against the small of her back, and tried his hardest not to think about the hot tight pressure between his legs.

  Then Dirk hooked an arm around his waist, tugging him back to sit up. Simon whimpered a protest, and then a louder one when Haley slipped out of his grip and her weight seemed to vanish entirely.

  He opened his eyes at that. It took him a few moments to
register what was happening, but by that point, Dirk had his pants open, and Haley, standing, was hooking her fingers into them to tug them down, all the way off. She was blushing still, but her mouth was set in a determined slant as she folded his pants and set them aside.

  “Sit up straight,” she told him, and Dirk grabbed his hips at the same time, tugging and manhandling him until his back was flush with the back of the couch. “Now spread your legs—” and Simon moved automatically to do so, and moaned deep in his chest when Dirk pushed them even wider, until he was in an ungainly sprawl, his cock jutting up in a hard line. She looked him over and glanced at Dirk and nodded at whatever she saw in his face. Simon watched with dazed eyes as she turned and settled back onto him, in his lap now, her back pressed to his chest. She leaned to kiss Dirk, slow and easy, and Simon watched without jealousy as Dirk slid his hands through her hair and out of it, down her arms, then down between her hips.

  A long-fingered hand took hold of Simon’s cock firmly, adjusting its angle. He gasped hard, his head thunking back hard against the couch. Haley shifted again, and then a moment later she was sinking down upon him, slow and careful, the folds of her body parting easily around him. Down, down she went, until she was fully seated on his cock, wet and tight around him. Simon’s hands fluttered uselessly for a moment, then settled on her sides, flexing. Once she was settled, Dirk let go and slipped down off the couch himself, moving to kneel between both of their legs.

  “Okay, baby,” he crooned, his voice low and heavy. “You can move now.”

  Haley moaned in apparent agreement and began to rock. Simon made a strangled noise, gripping hard at her hips for a moment, as if to stop her — and then his own hips began to move, helpless, restless, and this time he was the one matching her rhythm, slow and steady. There was no real sense of urgency to it yet, not like when he’d been fingering her, just the careful slide in and out as they grew used to each other’s bodies. He almost found himself relaxing, pressing his forehead against the back of her shoulder.

  Then he felt Dirk’s hands on his inner thighs, pushing his legs even wider open, and not coincidentally moving Haley’s with them. Automatically he tightened his fingers and lifted his hips, hissing through his teeth as Haley shifted on top of him. For her part, she wriggled as if to entice him, then arched her back, so that her head gently touched the back of the couch. Simon watched her for a moment, entranced, then jumped as Dirk’s fingers ran lightly up the insides of his thighs.

  He looked down just in time to see Dirk lean forward, pressing his face between both their thighs. At first there was just his breath, hot and fast, and then there was the quick wet pressure of a tongue, tracing first around Simon’s balls, lifting each in turn, and then tracing up the line of his cock to where it was buried inside of Haley. When Dirk’s tongue brushed against that soft line between their bodies Haley cried out, high and shrill, and then Simon felt him moving up; from the way she jerked and whimpered, he had to guess that Dirk had found her clit to tease.

  Then he moved down again, slow and easy, tracing through the folds of Haley’s cunt and the lines of Simon’s cock where it flowed into her body; after a moment he whispered, his voice low and more felt than heard, “Go on, fuck her.”

  Simon bit his lip hard enough to hurt. He closed his eyes and gripped Haley’s hips more tightly, then began to move again, slow at first, finding the rhythm again. Haley moved with him eagerly, gasping, her body clenching and flexing around him. He had to close his eyes to keep some semblance of control, panting softly as he began to speed his pace up.

  And the whole time Dirk moved between the two of them, first licking Haley’s clit again, then pressing his tongue flat against the root of Simon’s cock. Once he slipped the very tip of his tongue into Haley’s body, alongside Simon, and the added pressure of that was enough that Simon cried out himself, finally, loud and startled.

  “Oh,” Dirk breathed, sounding pleased. “You like that, don’t you, prettyboy, you like sharing that space with my tongue, huh? You like fucking your pretty cousin? You like having her on your cock and fucking you with everything she’s got? You should see the two of you, you’re such a goddamn nice picture, I bet that’s something you’ve thought about, isn’t it? Thought about sticking your dick inside of her and fucking her till she screams? Or that you’re being where I was, you’ve got yourself inside of her and that’s where I’ve been. You like my cock too, I bet, I bet you’d want it up your ass, you’d like it if I fucked you the same way you’re fucking her, maybe you’d like to do both those things at the same time, huh? What do you think about that?”

  Simon groaned. He clawed at Haley’s sides, shaking as she ground down harder against him, spreading her legs what felt like impossibly wider. Dirk pinned them both with his hands, holding them relatively still — it was still possible for Simon to thrust, and he did so with enthusiasm — but he couldn’t close his legs now, and neither could she. They were open and exposed and the dazed thought crossed his mind, Dirk is watching us do this, he’s got his face right there, and it was nearly enough to make him come on the spot.

  “Oh yeah,” Dirk murmured, as if he could sense Simon’s thoughts; he still sounded darkly pleased. “She’s all stretched around you, you know? Pretty and pink, that’s both of you, you’re fucking her hard enough that she’ll feel it for weeks. You like that, don’t you, pretty girl? Oh, you like it, you want more of it, you want him to fuck you until you don’t even remember your name …” He trailed off and leaned forward again, laving the wet flat of his tongue across the join of their bodies again. Simon keened low in his throat, shaking his head blindly, unable to do more than keep driving himself into her.

  “You wanna come, pretty girl?” Dirk purred, his lips moving against their skin. “Hey Haley, hey baby, do you want it? Hm?”

  She stammered something, her lips pursing around syllables that hardly seemed to connect. Her skin was slick now under Simon’s hands, her sweat and his mixing as she ground down against his cock. “I, wh, pl—”

  “Should I let her?” Dirk leaned back, and Simon, obedient, opened his eyes to look down at him. “Should I let both of you do it?”

  “Please,” Haley managed now, her voice cracking on the end of the word. “I, yes, yes, yes—”

  Simon licked his mouth. His lower lip felt swollen and sensitive. He nodded once, not trusting his voice the same way Haley had hers, and Dirk smiled — gently this time, with affection in his eyes.

  “All right, pretties,” he murmured. “Hold on.”

  Later Simon couldn’t say for sure what he did to Haley — he moved his hand from pinning their thighs to up between her legs, and that was the last Simon could keep track of it — then leaned to press his lips firmly where their bodies came together, sucking hard and fast. Haley shrieked, so loudly that Simon’s ears rang with it, and then the tight clenching of her body around his was too much and he was coming, so hard and fast that he blacked out for a few seconds, clutching Haley’s hips for dear life.

  When he came to, he was slumped awkwardly on the couch, Haley’s body deadweight against his. Dirk’s hands were on his knees, warm and rough, and Dirk himself was kneeling up, watching them both with dark eyes. His lips were shining and wet, and as Simon watched, he licked them deliberately, looking entirely pleased with himself.

  “Aw,” he said, and his voice was now so low and rough that Simon could barely recognize it. “That was really nice, you two. Really pretty.”

  Haley moaned, her hips giving another feeble twitch. Simon hissed a little at the pressure, too sensitive now, squeezing his eyes shut again. Dirk chuckled, though not unkindly; after a moment his fingers pressed between their legs again, gently helping Simon to slip free. A small part of him regretted the separation; the rest of him was too stunned still to really contemplate more than the blindingly obvious: I just had sex with Haley in front of her boyfriend. I think he liked it as much as we did.

  Fingers brushed Simon’s cheek, making
him look up, though he had to blink a few times to clear his vision. Dirk was standing before them now, and his pants were opened, his cock standing out straight and free. His hand was gentle as he touched Simon’s face, but Simon’s gaze was drawn irresistibly to his cock, red and hard and dripping at the tip. He shifted a little, jostling Haley, who moaned and opened her eyes as well; it didn’t take her long to focus on Dirk — and his hard cock — as well.

  “Oh,” she breathed, then reached out to touch it. She brushed her fingers very lightly over the top, tracing it from root to crown. Dirk hissed, his fingers clenching into a fist against Simon’s cheek, but still not exerting any more than light pressure against his skin. Haley murmured again, her motions slow and pliant and easy as she slung her other arm around Simon’s shoulders as if for balance, and then continued stroking her fingers very gently up and down Dirk’s cock. She leaned her head against Simon’s, and he leaned back in turn. In a way it felt almost more intimate than the act of sex itself, the two of them pressed together so close like this.

  “You too,” she murmured after a moment. “You should also touch him.”

  “Me … ?” Simon swallowed hard. He looked up at Dirk, whose eyes had been tightly shut — they cracked open just a little at Simon’s question, dark and glittering. “Um.”

  “Go on,” Dirk agreed, his voice rougher than before. “Show me what you got, prettyboy.”

  Simon bit his lip and sat up straighter. Haley squeaked a little as she slid off his lap, tightening her arm around his neck. He took a deep breath and reached out to run his fingers along the underside of Dirk’s cock, copying Haley’s movements from the other side. The skin here was softer than he expected, and in some places looser despite the overall tightness; Dirk’s balls were heavy against his knuckles when he brushed against them.

  “Mmhmm,” Haley murmured in his ear, before she nipped the lobe lightly. Simon shuddered, his eyes slitting half-shut. He wasn’t really ready to go again, not after sex like that, but there was a new hot tightness in his belly that he couldn’t deny. “He likes to be teased — don’t you, Dirk?”