The One Where Sharing Is Caring
When I pulled back from kissing Zac, I was more than a little nervous to see what his next move would be. I knew he was more than a little homophobic, but this was a threesome. What were threesomes all about if not experimentation? Surely Zac would see it my way; kissing a guy wasn’t really that bad.
His eyes were even wider that I feared, looking like they might pop right out of his head at any moment. I held my breath, waiting for him to rethink his decision and storm out of the room.
But he didn’t.
Although his brow furrowed, he let his head fall back against the headboard once again, evidently deciding that getting laid trumped how much he disliked kissing me. I could live with that. Throughout it all, Christina had remained devoted to the task at hand—literally. Even though I feared Zac would punch me for it later, I couldn’t resist taking a peak. My eyes darted down, between their bodies, and I had to stifle a gasp. After living together for so long, this was somehow still the most of Zac’s naked body I’d seen—or at least, the only time I’d let my eyes linger on it long enough to notice how well endowed he was. I’d always thought he was exaggerating. He wasn’t.
Christina, however, was still somewhat dressed. Despite getting us naked rather quickly, she still wore her matching red bra and panties. I decided I’d had about enough of the set, and trailed my hands up her side to unhook her bra. She was still paying more attention to Zac, but she didn’t fight me. My lips trailed down her neck as I shoved the bra aside, and eventually she took the hint and let me remove it entirely. I fought the urge to just bury my face in her cleavage and suffocate, instead teasing her with my hands first before wiggling downward until I could get my lips around one of her nipples. Her tits were every bit as amazing as I had imagined; I could have happily spent the rest of the night right there.
She didn’t seem to mind, though. In fact, she was wiggling a lot, and it was only when I felt a suspiciously muscular arm brush my stomach that I realized I wasn’t entirely the reason for Christina’s moans. I pulled back just enough to see Zac’s hand inside of her panties. That was a pretty bold move. Maybe he was finally loosening up and really getting into the whole threesome thing. I dove back onto her breasts with renewed enthusiasm, hardly even caring that her hand had fallen away from my dick in her excitement.
Even though Christina wasn’t saying anything in particular, aside from some rather loud moans, it was obvious she was the vocal type. I liked that. My hands developed a mind of their own, wandering over all the parts of her that weren’t covered by my mouth or Zac’s apparently rather nimble hand. Everywhere my hand wandered, it seemed to raise goosebumps. She was soft and curvy, but there was a definite strength there too, strong muscles lurking just below the surface of her peaches and cream skin.
“Hey, Tay?” Zac’s voice suddenly broke into my thoughts. “That’s, umm… that’s my thigh, dude.”
I glanced down, and sure enough, my hand was resting on Zac’s upper thigh, only inches away from his cock. I couldn’t have avoided seeing it then even if I’d tried. Pulling my hand back quickly, I made a mental note to ask Zac later just why his thigh was so smooth.
Christina’s gentle laughter rang out. “Oh, boys. Why don’t we really get this show started, hmm? Enough playing around.”
I glanced at Zac, and found him staring wide eyed at me. At the same time, our eyes fell onto Christina. That only made her laugh more.
“Okay, eeny, meeny, miny…” She began, glancing back and forth between the two of us before settling on Zac. Poking him in the chest, she said, “You. I want you first.”
Zac let out an obvious sigh of relief, but made no move to act on Christina’s words. I decided to be helpful and hooked my fingers around the waistband of her panties, but Zac slapped my hand away before I could move them very far. With his help, Christina slid them down her legs and kicked them across the room.
His hand crept back up her thigh, but she nudged him away. She waved a manicured hand to the side and said, “Condoms are in the top drawer.”
Zac followed her hand until his eyes landed on a tall dresser a few feet away from the bed. He hopped up so quickly that I almost laughed at his eagerness. It really had been a while, I supposed. While he was otherwise occupied, I ran a hand through her hair, then leaned in and pressed my lips to hers again. My hand worked its way down her side and between her legs, and I felt her chuckle against my mouth.
“You boys don’t need to fight over me, you know,” she mumbled in between kisses. “There’s plenty to go around.”
“Who’s fighting?” I asked with a smirk. “I just happen to think sharing is caring.”
“Mmm, now that’s the spirit,” she replied.
Before I could think of anything to say to that, the bed shifted under Zac’s weight and drew her attention away from me. He knelt awkwardly on the edge of the bed, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he concentrated all his effort into rolling on the condom.
Once it was securely in place, his eyes flickered around the bed for a moment, seemingly contemplating his options. Finally, he looked at Christina and said, “Roll over.”
She let out what could only be described as a squeal as she peeled herself away from me and rolled over onto all fours. Zac was practically drooling as he crawled across the bed toward her. Of course, the way she was wiggling her ass in his direction turned me on even more, too, so I couldn’t really blame him.
I watched with rapt attention as Zac ran his trembling hand across her back before finally grasping her hips with both hands. From my seat against the headboard, I couldn’t really see what Zac was doing, but the look of ecstasy on Christina’s face made the moment when he actually entered her pretty obvious. It only took him a moment to find his rhythm, and once he did, he was relentless. Based on all the stories Zac had told over the years, it didn’t surprise me that he would be a little rough with her, and Christina didn’t seem to mind at all. When he reached for her hair and yanked harshly, she only moaned louder.
With a wicked gleam in her eye, she crooked a finger and motioned for me to come closer. It only took me a moment to come to my senses and realize what she was planning. I scooted toward her, positioning myself so that I was kneeling right in front of her face. I couldn’t resist giving Zac a wink, but I didn’t think he even noticed.
Christina’s lips felt even better wrapped around my dick than I’d imagined, and between them and her tits, I really hadn’t thought about much else all night. She moaned around my dick and it felt incredible. What I hadn’t really accounted for, though, was how close this position would put me to Zac. I could practically see every single bead of sweat dripping down his face. I watched the way his lip trembled as he concentrated on his motions, and found that, strangely, it was turning me on even more.
I didn’t even realize I’d reached out my hand until it landed in Zac’s hair, freeing it from the ponytail he’d pulled it into at some point during the night. With a bit of a smirk, he shook his head wildly, letting his hair fan out across his shoulders. I let my hand trail down the side of his face, his neck, his chest… when I reached his stomach, he sucked in a deep breath, and I decided it was best to pull my hand back if I wanted to keep it.
There was something strange in Zac’s eyes, though. Before I could even attempt to place the emotion, his hands were on my shoulders, pulling me closer and lunging toward me at the same time. His lips landed harshly on mine, not quite as soft and supple as they appeared. I barely had time to catch my breath before he shoved his tongue between my lips. Zac’s kisses weren’t entirely without skill, but there was something primal about the way he was just attacking my mouth. I kind of liked it. He let out a groan against my mouth that reverberated through my entire body. Between his moan and the way Christina was still practically humming around my dick, I feared I wouldn’t even last long enough to take my own turn with her.
The kiss ended as suddenly as it began, leaving me reeling as Zac redoubled his efforts to get Christina off. One hand returned to her hip while the other one snaked around her front and settled between her legs; the way she moaned then made it pretty obvious where that hand had ended up. With a gasp, she pulled her mouth from my dick, quickly replacing it with her hand. The sounds that fell from her mouth now that it was free were positively obscene.
“Oh, shit,” Zac groaned. The sound of actual words coming from his mouth was jarring after hearing only moans and gasps for so long.
Zac threw his head back, baring his muscular throat to me, as he gave a few last thrusts into Christina. Even I could feel her trembling, and I was pretty sure I could pinpoint the exact moment when Zac came as well, his head thrown back and a throaty growl falling from his lips.
Still breathing heavily, Christina turned her head to Zac and asked, “Is that all you’ve got?”
He pouted and whimpered pathetically, which only make her chuckle.
“I’m kidding, sweetheart,” she replied. Turning back to me, she added, “But I think it’s time to see what Adonis here can do for me.”
Looking somewhat dejected still, Zac pulled back and glanced around, presumably for a trash can to toss the condom in. While he was off taking care of that, I rolled Christina over and gave her a quick kiss before rushing to grab a condom of my own. In a surprising show of skill and dexterity, especially considering the fact that I was still at least a little buzzed, I had it on before I even made it back to the bed.
Zac flopped down on the bed just as I was crawling on top of Christina, and I couldn’t help chuckling a little. He looked half dead. I touched his arm and asked, “You alright, man?”
“Mhm,” he mumbled, giving a half-hearted nod of his head and a goofy smile.
Good enough for me.
With my knee, I nudged Christina’s legs farther apart. She was warm and wet when I thrust into her, and I let out a loud moan at the way she felt around my dick. It was then that I realized it had been a long time for me, too, and I didn’t blame Zac at all for being overly eager.
While I gave Christina all that I had, pulling her leg up by the knee so I could thrust even deeper, Zac only laid there beside us, looking absolutely blissed out. He was half hard again, but he didn’t seem to have even noticed. He certainly wasn’t bothering to do anything about it, and since he’d already gotten off once, I figured that was just fine. It was my turn now, and anyway, I was pretty sure anything below the belt would be where Zac drew the line.
Thanks to all the foreplay, I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. I could already imagine how much shit Zac was going to give me for getting off so quickly. At least I could make Christina scream louder than he had, I decided. When I thrust into her at an angle that seemed to increase her volume, I focused on hitting that same spot over and over again, until she was shaking and panting underneath me.
“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” she gasped out, raking her fingernails down my back.
Her legs were wrapped so tightly around me that I feared she wouldn’t let go even after we’d both gotten off. I planted my palms against the mattress and thrust even harder, making her back arch up off the bed. She cried out in ecstasy, and that was it. I was done. With a pathetic whimper, I came, fireworks exploding behind my eyelids as I did.
Somehow, I managed to extricate myself from her grip. On wobbly legs, I walked across the room to toss out the condom. By the time I made it back to the bed, Christina was already re-dressing and excusing herself to the bathroom. Not even bothering to put my boxers back on, since he hadn’t either, I collapsed next to Zac.
“Did that actually just happen?” He asked.
“I’m not sure,” I replied, rolling over and pulling the covers over my naked body. “Ask me again in the morning.”