by J P Books
“Yes,” she cries, writhing and grinding against him. “Right there, oh, fuck, Wes.”
Her orgasm is a glorious sight. The way she shivers and trembles as the wave of euphoria crashes over her. I nearly come right then and there, and I have to remove her hand, so I don’t blow earlier than I need to.
Still, it’s a delicious treat watching her chase that feeling of complete satisfaction. More than anything, one of my favorite things is watching women orgasm. I can see how perfect it feels, how powerful it hits. It’s indescribable, really.
I’m addicted to Adele’s pleasure, and when it’s my turn, I decide then and there that I’m going to give her even more of that pleasure.
CHAPTER 7
Adele
I feel like I’m floating on cloud nine. Like nothing else has ever mattered before but this very moment right now. I want to keep Wesley’s head between my legs, but as my orgasm finally starts to die down, Tyler quickly replaces him, lying me down on my back.
I expect him to be kind and gentle, to take his time, but he spreads my legs and slaps his cock down on me, rubbing between my lips before he presses the head inside. I let out a long moan and close my eyes, one hand falling to my clit. Tyler swats it away, replacing it with his own.
“No,” he says, warning me. “I do that. Understand?”
This is nothing like the Tyler I thought I knew, and I’m immediately aroused by it. In any other scenario, Tyler’s the sweet and sensitive one and Wesley is the one that leads the conversation, but they seem to have swapped roles. Now it’s Tyler that’s fucking me hard, sliding in and out of me with all he has.
His fingers work circles on my clit, over and over. His free hand grips my thigh, squeezing as he thrusts up to the hilt of his cock. “Fuck,” I cry, my hips moving with him, desperately chasing that feeling. I want to be full of him forever, to take everything he can give me and still be greedy for more.
A moment later, Wesley is on my side, stroking himself. I press up on my elbows and turn my head to him. As if reading my mind, he grips the base of his erection and points it to me. Tentative, I wrap my lips around him, moaning as each of Tyler’s movements causes a ripple of pleasure to rattle through me from my toes to the top of my head.
They take turns filling me, with Wesley pulling out just as Tyler pushes in. They’re like a perfectly timed machine taking me higher and higher to heaven. I can only whine in ecstasy as the two of them use me in the filthiest way. The way I’ve wanted since I knew that I had sexual feelings for both of them.
Wesley threads his fingers through my hair and begins thrusting faster, deeper, causing my throat to ache in delicious pain. Tyler’s snapping hips aren’t any softer. They both build the pace, the speed increases even more, and I find my entire body catch aflame, my second orgasm burning through me. I cry out in pleasure, eyes flutteringly closed as I’m overcome with the feeling.
Wesley’s grip in my hair tightens, and soon I feel his moves become more erratic, faster thrusts, shorter and shorter until he finally comes. He fills my mouth with his seed, and I swallow eagerly, sucking him dry, refusing to pull away until he’s sensitive to my touch. He collapses on the bed beside me, still stroking my head as Tyler works.
I’ve never been this wet before, and as our bodies connect, the sound echoes through the room, repetitive like the beat of a song. I whimper loudly, a noise that seems to be a trigger for Tyler. His light blue eyes meet mine and I feel a delectable chill run through me.
“Fuck me, please,” I beg him, whining again.
“Shit,” he cries, dropping his head and focusing on himself. His hips move like lightning, striking again and again. When he climaxes, his voice booms throughout the room. He practically doubles over, just barely catching himself on the mattress. His lips find mine, and as he finishes, we kiss deeply. I wrap my legs around him to keep him from getting very far.
I look up into those light eyes and see the sweet side of him return. He strokes my cheek just as tenderly as Wesley continues to play with my hair. Our bodies are hot, but still, he lies down on top of me, keeping me close.
I don’t want to be anywhere but here. I could stay here for the rest of my life.
***
The morning sun streams through the window, and I find myself slowly awakened, rubbing my eyes and rolling away from the light. I let out a soft yawn and look at Tyler on my left. When he’s sleeping, he looks even more innocent than he does when he’s awake. But I know the truth. I remember last night, the way he ravished me with a passion that I would’ve expected from Wesley.
This man is a surprise, that much I know for certain. I slide out of the bed and pad my way through the suite, stopping in the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. In the bathroom, I wash up, do my hair, and look at myself in the mirror.
I still can’t fully believe what we did last night. It was amazing, but there’s a part of me that feels guilty. I essentially slept with my brother’s best friends for the money to help dad get out of debt. There’s no way to spin this that isn’t screwed up. I don’t know how I got here, but a part of me is ready to run for the hills.
Another part assures me that this is okay. We all had our fun. We did what felt right, and there’s no need to feel like I’ve betrayed Mark or done something behind his back. Besides, it’s not like he was coming up with good ways to make money. He left all the responsibility up to me and dad even after dad called him begging for help.
I return to the kitchen to find Wesley and Tyler talking quietly. Tyler smiles at me when I enter the room.
“Morning,” he says.
“Good morning.” I make my way to the coffee pot and pour myself a mug, stirring in the creamer and sugar. It takes a moment for me to gather my confidence, but I say, “I…I don’t want your money.”
Wesley takes a pensive bite out of his apple. “Why not?” he asks bluntly.
“I just don’t feel right taking it. I didn’t sleep with you guys for the money. I did it because I’ve—I’ve always had feelings for you. I’ve had the biggest crush on both of you, ever since I was a little girl.”
“But you need the money,” Tyler says softly.
“No, I don’t,” I lie.
“Del, be serious. You didn’t put yourself in the auction for the fun of it. You didn’t do it because you wanted to try something new. I know you. We know you. That’s not your style. So cut the shit. What’s going on with you?” Wesley always did get right to the point. I’m sure that’s what made him such a good business partner for Tyler.
I sigh and stir my coffee absently. “It’s my dad.” I don’t want to say anymore, but they stare at me expectantly, waiting for me to continue. “A few months ago, dad made a deal with this scumbag. It was supposed to be really successful. He cleared out his savings and invested in the company. Some way or another, the guy turned it around on dad, and now he owes him $150,000. That’s why I did this. That’s why I decided to go for the auction. I saw how high some of the women sold dates for, and I figured it would be my best bet.
“But now I don’t want to do this. I can’t take this money from you. It doesn’t feel right.” My spoon still works around and around my mug. I can’t bring myself to drink the coffee. Right now, I don’t think I could even keep it down.
“I’ll deal with it,” I say, forcing a smile. “I’ll figure it out. Anyway, I should get going.” I start to head to the bedroom when Wesley catches my arm. I look up into his dark eyes and take in a sharp breath. His eyes are practically glowing with something I can’t put my finger on.
“No,” he says. He looks over my shoulder at Tyler. “We’ll help you.”
“Yeah,” Tyler agrees, appearing next to me. “You’re practically family, Bug. We’ll help you take care of this debt. Your dad raised us when our parents were busy. He’s a good guy, and if we can help him, we will.”
I try not to let my eyes grow misty, but they betray my best efforts. “Really?”
“We’ll send the contract your father signed to our lawyers and see if they can figure a way out of it, but only under one condition,” Wesley says.
“What?”
“We need one more date with you before we leave Vegas.”
The way he says it, he makes it sound like it’s some huge horrible thing, and I laugh at his seriousness. “Okay,” I say, wiping the tears from my eyes. “Okay, yes. I’ll go on one more date with you two before you leave.”
CHAPTER 8
Tyler
All I’ve been able to think about since this morning is the way Adele looked last night, fully satisfied and fast asleep. She seemed even more angelic, more innocent than I’ve ever seen her. I could’ve easily spent all night staring at her.
And now that she’s agreed to another date with us before we leave tomorrow, I feel myself getting giddy all over again. It’s a weird thing, this connection we have. Back in the day, I considered her like a younger sister. Mark always hated when she’d bug us to come hang out, but I never minded. Having Adele around was fun. Her shyness eventually wore off, and the four of us become much closer than before.
And then they were gone.
For a long time, I was mad at them. I never let anyone know about this, but it’s the truth. I resented the fact that their father could just pack up everything and leave like we were nothing. Now that I’m older, I realize it makes no sense to check with your children’s friends whether or not it’s okay to move states with your family, but in the moment, I was pissed.
It was a betrayal, watching the sold sign appear in their front lawn and seeing their car drive away for the last time. One of the deepest secrets I have is knowing that as soon as they disappeared, I went home and cried. I haven’t told a single soul about this, and I never will. It feels too personal, too private for anyone else to know about. But it’s the truth. Their absence left a hole in my heart that I was never able to fill.
Things are different, now. With Adele, I feel invigorated. I feel like I’m starting to become whole again, even if it’s only been a day since we reunited. Maybe I’m thinking wishfully, but something tells me that this was meant to happen, and we were supposed to reconnect after all these years.
I try to tell Wesley this, but he laughs at me and shakes his head. It’s all chance, he says. It’s all just random, with no rhyme or reason. I’m not sure I believe that very much.
Nonetheless, I’m excited as the two of us get ready for our second date. Wesley steps out of the bathroom in a pair of slacks holding two button-down shirts in his hands. “Which should I go with?” he asks me.
“The blue stripes,” I say. It’s a deep, royal blue, and it’s a good contrast with his darkness. From his hair to his slacks to the shoes he wears, it’s all black. The pop of color will look nice.
“Thanks,” he says, pulling it on. “You nervous?”
“What? No?” I lie.
“Don’t bullshit me, Ty,” he snickers. “I can see it in your eyes. You’re worried.”
“Fine,” I sigh. “I’m just worried I’ll say something and fuck this all up again. Where do we even go from here?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, with Adele. I’ve never had a threesome before. And I doubt she has either. She’s probably just as unsure about this as I am.”
With nimble fingers, Wesley buttons his shirt up and tucks it into his pants. “You two are the worst, I swear,” he mumbles. “Look, I saw we just take it easy. Feel it out. This is never something I thought I’d say to you, but the way you made her feel turned me on even more than me being between her legs.”
I cock an eyebrow up at him. “Oh yeah?”
“It’s nothing to do with you and that weak dick you gave her, bro, so don’t even start. It’s just…seeing how happy she was. I liked seeing that, and I liked knowing that out of anyone else that could’ve been doing it, it was you.”
I feel like I should be weirded out by this, but the truth is, I completely understand where he’s coming from. I felt the same kind of completion watching the two of them. I enjoyed seeing him touch her and make her moan, watching as she responded positively to him and still beckoned me forward for more. The insatiable side of her is addictive.
“I never thought I’d say this, but I think I like us better together than apart,” he continues. “And obviously if she was cool with it, I wouldn’t mind doing something like this for real.”
“What, like a relationship between the three of us?” This was the furthest thing from my mind, but the more I think about it, the more I don’t hate the idea.
“Would that freak you out? You’re not gonna ‘no homo’ me, are you?”
I grab a balled up pair of socks and throw them at him. “Fuck off,” I laugh. “I mean, if you’re cool with it, I’m cool with it too. I’m not opposed.”
“We should ask her then,” he says, nodding slowly. “See what she thinks. I’m sure it’ll be hard with where we live and everything, but maybe we can work something out.”
“Yeah,” I say, sitting on the bed and bending over to tie my shoes. “We’ll feel it out and see what she says.”
***
Adele enters La Roux in a beautiful pink dress that hugs her in all the right places. The neckline plunges quite deep, and it’s almost a little too risqué for what I’d expect her to show up in. That said, she looks amazing, and I have to remind myself to behave unless I want to spend the whole night fumbling with an erection underneath the table.
Our conversation is pleasant, and she tells us more about her job at the hotel and casino. When she gets to the story about a customer being tackled to the floor as he tried to run from the table he’d just stolen from, she struggles to keep from breaking out into a fit of giggles. I can hardly control myself as well, mostly because the sound of her laugh is infectious.
When the bottle of wine comes out, the three of us loosen up even more. Wesley undoes his tie just a little and leans back in his seat, idly swishing his glass around as he tells Adele all about the new laptop we’ve been working on and the app that’s coming to mobile phones soon. He knows way more than I do, so it’s best if I let him give her all the insider secrets.
Finally, the conversation steers towards us.
“Can I admit something?” she asks, swirling a strawberry in a chocolate sauce before popping it into her mouth.
“Anything,” I say.
“Well… I’ve really had feelings for both of you. I know I mentioned it earlier, but I mean it. Like, I’m talking, writing in my diary about the two of you, crush. I used to have fantasies about our first dates.”
Wesley smiles softly. “Yeah? What were they?”
“Well, Wes, you’d take me on your motorcycle. We’d sneak out after my parents got mad at me for even mentioning going out with such an older boy. You’d take me to a college party and show me what life was like there. We’d drink a little, and after I initiated it, we’d sneak off somewhere and you’d take my virginity.”
“It’s like you were there during my time at college,” he chuckles.
“And with you, Ty, it was always something softer. You’d take me on a picnic or something. You’d make sandwiches and pack all kinds of fruit. We’d go to a park and spend time there. Feed the ducks, go for a walk. And just before you dropped me off at home again, you’d kiss me on the cheek.”
She quickly adds, “Of course, now that I’m older, I’m glad you guys weren’t interested in me. You were so much older than me. But things are different, and I still like to reminisce about those things.”
I clear my throat and say, “We actually wanted to talk about that. About us. I don’t want to label anything too quickly or rush this, but I just need to know that you’re comfortable with all of this. If you’d rather pick just one of us, we completely understand.”
I prepare myself for the crushing blow. She wants Wesley. All the girls want Wesley. He has the bad
boy appeal, the edge of danger to him that turns women into moths drawn close to flames. They usually only pay me mind when he’s busy talking to someone else.
But that blow never comes. Instead, she surprises me.
“I don’t want to choose,” she admits. “I know that sounds selfish, and I understand if you guys were looking for just a monogamous situation, but—”
“Not at all,” Wesley chimes in. “We were actually talking about this upstairs. He wants to be with you as much as I do, but we admitted that seeing each other with you made it that much better. And we don’t want to ruin a bad thing if everyone likes it.”
“Oh,” she says, blushing.
“I know it’s not conventional,” I say. “But I think we could make it work if we were all honest and open about things.”
I’ve heard about people making relationships like this work. It doesn’t always work, and they have to have good communication skills, but it’s possible. It might be weird to others, but they weren’t there last night. They didn’t experience the kind of guttural satisfaction I felt seeing Wesley make Adele feel as good as I did soon after. They didn’t see her in utter and complete bliss. If they did, I’m sure they’d agree that this could work out.
She nods slowly and says, “I’ve never lived a conventional life, either.”
“Then it’s settled,” Wesley says, raising a glass. “We’ll make this work together. The three of us.”
Adele lifts her glass in the air. “To us.”
“To us,” I say.
EPILOGUE
Three months later
Adele
