Bi-Satisfied

by Nikki-Michelle

  Now she was sitting there, stoic and like a stone statue, as Michael and I took turns using the shower. Once he was done, he came back out to find us locked in a loud silence.

  Michael leaned haphazardly on the bar in the living room, legs crossed at the ankles as he looked on. “What’s up, trouble?” he greeted her.

  She cut her eyes at him so hard that if looks could kill, he would have been dead and buried the year before. He chuckled and poured himself a drink. He didn’t care one way or the other.

  “Fuck you,” she answered.

  “As soon as you get over yourself, I got a king-size bed we can make that happen on,” he teased her.

  Summer turned her attention back to me. I wanted to be ashamed of the fact that I’d failed her in a sense. “You had to do it, huh?” she asked me.

  “We talked about this,” was what I gave as an answer. Weak response. But it was all I had.

  “You did it.... I was supposed to be in—” she began, but I cut her off.

  “I wasn’t in the room when you fucked him last.”

  “You wouldn’t answer your phone,” she retorted.

  “Didn’t stop you, though.” The look on my face said I was drunk on bourbon and high off sex. If one didn’t know what it was to be high off sex, then one had truly never experienced satisfying sex. My locks swung haphazardly around my shoulders as I ran a finger across my nose.

  She turned her wrath on Michael. “You had to come back to get you a piece of him, didn’t you?”

  “Came back for you too,” he told her.

  “Liar.”

  “I promise.”

  “Bullshit.”

  “I missed you.”

  I jumped in. “He’s lying.”

  “Shut up, nigga. I know my feelings,” he scolded me. “I did miss you, trouble.”

  “Nigga’s lying. He missed your pussy. All he could talk about was your pussy,” I told her.

  She frowned.

  Michael laughed loudly. “So what?” he quipped. Didn’t even try to hide that truth. “I still missed her. Her pussy’s a part of her.”

  “You’re both such dicks,” she said as she shook her head.

  “You miss me, Freckles?” Michael asked her.

  She could never hide her blush when he called her Freckles. She liked that name. “Missed your dick, tongue, and your mouth. Your dick, tongue, and mouth are the only things about you worth missing.”

  I chuckled.

  He didn’t. “Fuck you,” he told her.

  “David beat me to it,” she snapped, then stood.

  I tried to grab her hand, but she snatched it away as she headed for the door. I went after her. Rushed to step in front of her before she could get to the door.

  “Move, David,” she demanded.

  “Nah,” I answered. “What you mad for? It’s okay for you to fuck him, but not me?”

  “We were supposed to be together,” she said as she got in my face. “You said you would show me. We could take that next step slow. You lied,” she said, shoving me.

  The push barely moved me, but I was sluggish. That nut I’d released with Michael had weakened me.

  “He made me do it,” I told her. “Seduced me.”

  “Say what now?” Michael asked behind us, like he was in disbelief.

  “Really, David?” Summer asked.

  “He did. Got me drunk and brought me back up here. Remember what he did to you in the movie theater? He did that to me too. Seduced me.”

  She shifted her weight from one foot to the other and folded her arms across her chest. She still had on her work clothes. I loved when she wore those power suits. The tan skirt she had on hugged her hips and thighs perfectly. That golden silk blouse accentuated her breasts so beautifully. I tried to reach out and pull her closer to me. She wasn’t having it, though. She stood there in those six-inch heels, looking like she belonged in somebody’s men’s magazine. Ass on point. Thighs and calves looking right.

  She tried to move around me. I blocked her path. Michael closed in behind her. Scooped her up from behind and carried her to that king-size bed he’d bragged about before. I watched as he dropped her on the bed. She struggled a bit as he kneeled between her legs. His hands went up her skirt with such quickness, and down came her white thong.

  He stopped pulling it down mid-thigh and looked up at her. “Tell me if you want me to stop,” he told her as he inched it farther and farther down.

  She looked like she wanted to take her heels and drive them through his skull, but she didn’t tell him to stop.

  “You gotta tell me if you don’t want this. Never going to force you to do something you don’t want, Freckles,” he said once he had the thong all the way off. He tossed it to me, and it was soaked.

  “Damn, Summer,” I said as I held it and examined it in my hand. I sniffed it and was instantly turned up another notch. I watched as Michael pushed her skirt up farther, spread those beautiful golden thighs, and licked his lips.

  “I just opened the gates of heaven,” he said before his tongue made a wave against her pussy.

  “Ahhh, ayyee,” she breathed out.

  He took the time to pull back and slip two fingers inside her. Praised her pussy with his fingers before licking her desire again. That one tongue stroke had her back lifting from the bed like she was about to float on air. She still had those heels on. There was something sexy about her legs in the air, thighs apart, heels on. I pushed my jeans down, then walked over to climb on the bed with her. While Michael turned tongue tricks on her love below, I aimed to kiss her lips up top. Instead, she took me into her hand and stroked me. Urged me to come toward her mouth, and she sucked me in. Almost swallowed me whole.

  It was my turn to hiss and call on God. Mary Magdalene had to be somewhere in Summer’s bloodline. She was too adept at the art of fellatio. Men paid women top dollar to do the shit Summer was doing to me. Even on her back, she was sending fire up my spine with the way she was sucking me off. Had my hands and back looking like D’Angelo in his “Untitled” video as he squealed and reached out to the camera during the climax of his song.

  I gripped both sides of her head and pulled her mouth away. “Jesus,” I called out. My heart was racing in my chest. Dick throbbing with life.

  Michael quickly rid himself of his jeans, then got back between her legs. Her moans grew louder and louder as Michael sucked on her clit. Like her, he took the job of oral pleasure seriously. His face was covered in her juices. Tongue stiff while he moved it in and out of her as if it were a small penis. Every time he flattened his tongue, licked from her opening, and then flicked his tongue against her clit, she hyperventilated. Her back was arched as she gripped the white comforter on the bed. He had her in a zone. Waves of pleasure traveled through her body, and for the first time, I heard her call out his name.

  “Ohhh . . . ohh, God! Fuck, Michael.... I’m . . . ahh . . . oh . . . I’m coming,” she whimpered.

  “Then come for me, Freckles,” he coaxed her.

  I slid off the bed and became voyeuristic as he pleased her. She lifted her hips. Grabbed his face and ground all over it. She came all over his face, and he liked every minute of it. Told her to keep coming for him. Fuck his face, he wanted her to do. She clamped those thick thighs around his ears, and I got joy out of watching him try to wrestle out of them. He stood and ran a hand down his face. Didn’t do much to wipe her orgasm away. He crawled on the bed between her legs, ripped her shirt open, and then her bra. I listened as the fabric tore away from her body. He took her breasts with fervor as his dick thrust into her, catching her off guard. He’d eaten her out so good that she had forgot the dick was coming next.

  Her shocked pleasure made my dick harden more. I thought back to her words. Thought back to her saying I could show her how I was with Michael, because she wanted to see. So I would show her. Something in me got jealous when I saw the unmitigated pleasure written across her features as Michael worked his hips against her. I was supp
osed to be the only man who could take her there. I owned that beautiful, ugly come face she was making.

  I walked over and got behind him. Centered myself behind him and watched Summer. There was a look of sheer apprehension on her features, along with lust and curiosity. She wanted to see it but was too afraid to admit she was scared of the pleasure it might bring her.

  It was like I was back in my dream. Only this was real. Summer’s look of intense desire and apprehension was real.

  “What . . . what are you doing?” she asked when Michael stopped moving against her.

  He wanted it too. Just as badly as I did. We wanted to experience the nirvana of him fucking her while I fucked him.

  “Giving you what you want,” I told her.

  I grabbed Michael by his waist. Aimed my dick at the opening and slipped deep into him with one hard stroke. He groaned, jerked inside her, making her back arch. I took him from behind while he worked against her. Like in my dream, the more he made her moan, the more I aimed to make him do the same. The deeper he sank into her, the deeper I went in him. He went at her hard. I went at him harder. The way he was pumping into her made him work his ass so it would bounce back against me. That shit was heaven.

  This was heaven . . . had to be to be this damned good.

  I kept my eyes on Summer, though. Held her intense gaze. So many emotions were passing between us that Michael couldn’t see. He had his head buried in her chest, while I held eye contact with the one woman who had managed to steal my heart. I let go. Showed her every part of me. The parts she thought she couldn’t handle, I gave them to her. Said vulgar things to Michael. Demanded he make her come for me, and when he couldn’t make her get to that orgasm fast enough, I made him pay for it.

  I watched the way her features contorted in ecstasy. That beautiful, ugly come face, which I loved to see her make, was in full effect. She was rocking those thick hips in sync with Michael. He still couldn’t handle it. Begged Freckles to stop moving her hips like that, or he was going to come too soon.

  I held nothing back. Watched her face when Michael raised his head. He had to stop fucking her so he could handle what I was giving him. When he stopped, she kept going. We double-teamed him. Gave him all he couldn’t handle and then some. She wrapped her arms around his neck and brought his lips down to hers. Lifted her hips and threw her pussy at him while I pumped my hips behind him. He was having an out-of-body experience. I could tell by the way he humped his back and moaned into her mouth as she kissed him.

  She kissed him. Fucked him. I fucked him. We kept eye contact with one another.

  “I’m coming, baby,” I told her.

  She broke the kiss with Michael. Her breathing reached a fever pitch as Michael growled and thrust frantically into her.

  “Come for me, baby,” she purred.

  “He make you come?” I asked her.

  She nodded. “I’m coming again. . . .”

  Michael raised her legs higher, cupped the backs of her knees in the creases of his elbows, and rode her hard and fast. I gripped his shoulders and returned the favor.

  “Damn it, David,” Michael’s baritone voice growled.

  She screamed out. Michael groaned and grunted. I threw my head back and roared through the cramp I’d given myself as the three of us released simultaneously.

  Summer

  Snow was falling in Atlanta. For once, the newscasters had been right. David and I had to get home. Didn’t want to be caught in any kind of weather-related traffic. At least that had been the plan, but of course, anytime Michael was involved, anything was bound to happen. Three bodies lay in his king-size bed in his hotel room. Three pairs of legs were intertwined, and four arms fought to hold me close to them. David hugged me from behind as he lightly snored, and Michael had me wrapped up from the front.

  Even in sleep it was a tug-of-war between the two of them when it came to me. A girl could get used to that. I watched Michael’s face as he slept. Peaceful and serene, like he didn’t have a care in the world, but I knew that wasn’t the case. David and I had tried to pretend we weren’t listening when he had walked into the living room of the suite earlier to argue with his wife on the phone. There was trouble back home, and I wondered why. Wanted to know if the woman’s guilty conscience had started eating away at her.

  David had told me Michael had informed him that his wife didn’t know that he knew she’d cheated with his best friend.

  “She didn’t question why you two had gone to jail?” I’d asked David, curious.

  “He told her we’d gotten into a fight with a group of guys in his condo complex,” he’d answered.

  “Oh.”

  That conversation had taken place after we’d laughed about Michael and me having the same ringtone. It was a coincidence, but a funny one, nonetheless. What were the odds of both Michael and I having a ringing alarm as our alert to calls?

  To look at Michael’s chocolate-covered face as he slept, you wouldn’t know his age. You’d think he was a fresh-faced college kid. It was the way he carried himself that told you he was a grown man. The package that hung heavy between his legs, and the way he used it, told you that too. Michael was still an enigma to me. As soon as I thought I had him figured out, he would throw me for a loop again. He stirred in his sleep, like he could feel me observing him.

  Michael was the kind of man you held at arm’s length. You didn’t let yourself get close to Michael, because he’d make you fall in love with him, and then he’d leave you caught out there. No, you didn’t get to close to men like him. My mind went back to seeing him and David together. As crazy as it sounded, in that moment Michael had seemed more man to me than he ever had. You had to be a real man to take all of David’s dick in a hole that small. Jesus . . . my ass muscles clenched when I just thought about it. Yeah, I had gotten crazy and had thought I wanted to explore that route, but I didn’t think I’d be able to handle either one of them taking me that way. Not to mention that as alpha as Michael was, he’d allowed me to see him in a submissive role, which was crazy to me.

  Still, I couldn’t get over the look of Michael’s pain and pleasure. He had looked as if he was about to go mad. A look of unmitigated satisfaction had never been so poetic. Then there was David.... I’d finally seen him, all of him. Had been able to see what drove him crazy when it came to Michael. Had seen him when he was his most vulnerable. Had seen his fears. Seen his repressed desires. Had watched his face as his breathing had deepened. His chest had swelled. Arms had flexed, upper body had expanded, as if he had been body bulking. The way his hands had grabbed Michael’s hips and pulled him back into him had added to the intensity of the moment. I had thought I would faint when I watched his tongue trace down Michael’s spine.

  All the pleasure he was getting from the moment, and yet he had managed to make the moment all about me. It was like his stroke had been timed to Michael’s stroke. Whenever he’d given Michael satisfaction, Michael, in turn, had given it to me. I’d died and gone to heaven in that moment. And when we all found that orgasmic bliss we’d been searching for, it was the most titillating, sensuous adrenaline rush I’d ever experienced.

  Yeah, David and I had to steer clear of any emotions when it came to Michael.

  David’s manhood was pressing into the crack of my backside as I let my fingers trace Michael’s lips. He absentmindedly licked them, like he knew what I was thinking. I dipped my head forward, kissed his lips. His lips were moist; mine, a little dry. So they stuck together for a few seconds as I pulled back. I was in love with his lips.

  In love . . .

  Careful of that word with Michael, Summer . . . , I told myself.

  In lust . . . I was in lust with all things Michael. His lips were so plush. Thick enough to make you forget he was married when he was busy sucking your pussy lips into his mouth. Lips soft, tongue velvety enough to make you forget that he was going to leave again while he sucked on your clitoris like it was a pacifier. I swallowed slowly, then wet my lips.
Leaned forward again, then sucked his bottom lip into my mouth. This time his eyes slowly opened. He was sleepy, but he smirked. Moved his thighs between my legs so that they brushed up against my already sensitive slit.

  I’d been caught fondling his lips with my own. Would have been embarrassed if his hand hadn’t rubbed my thighs. I would have tried to pretend it was an accident if he didn’t suck my lip into his mouth. I could taste the bourbon we’d all shared still on his breath. I was sure he could taste it on mine as well. I could feel my love below coming to life, giving me that agonizing ache from the need to be filled, as Michael’s tongue traced the outline of my lips before he searched out my tongue.

  I moaned.... Couldn’t hold it back any longer. My body rolled, which made my ass grind into David. I could tell by the way his hands gripped my waist and he pulled me back into him that he too had been awakened. Maybe their bodies were set to the alarm of my sexual needs and desires. David’s hands slipped between my legs as he kissed my shoulder. Moved my hair to the side and then kissed the nape of my neck. I moved a hand behind me to stroke his erection to life. He slipped closer to me. His fingers slid in and out of my wetness while Michael sucked on my breasts.

  While the world went about its business, the three of us created our own realm. I jerked when Michael raised my leg and quickly slid down the bed. While David entered me from behind, let his manhood kill me with deep penetration, Michael did what he did best, planted his face in my pussy. Sucked on my clit and licked between my folds as David tried to bury himself deeper inside me. David gave me that choke and stroke. While he used one hand to choke me, he stroked me with fervor.

  “Fuck me harder,” I begged David while holding Michael’s face right where I wanted him to be.

  “You like that, baby?” David asked me.

  Michael’s mouth and tongue worked me over as my hips rolled.

  “Oh, God, yes. Please don’t stop.”

  David’s voice was raspy in my ear, heady with bated arousal. “I won’t. I won’t ever stop giving you what you like . . . love . . . want . . . need.”