by Lane Hart
Cory’s grin falls abruptly as his blue eyes clear of some of the aroused glaze when he realizes I’m sure and steady on this decision.
“There’s no going back or lying to yourself if I fuck you,” he warns me.
“I know that. There’s no going back now.”
With his heavy exhale, his warm breath fans over my face, and then he’s gone.
I look over my shoulder, watching in disbelief, thinking he’s about to get dressed and leave. Instead, he pulls something out of his bag and crawls back up on the bed with a tube of something in his hand.
Lube. Right. I didn’t even think about that.
Cory’s free hand grabs the back of my neck, and he pushes me forward until my chest is flattening Selina. “Kiss her so she doesn’t feel left out while I get wrapped up.”
I know he’s just trying to remind me that not only is there no lying to myself if I go through with this, but that there’s also another witness.
But as I run my nose up the side of Selina’s neck, inhaling her wildflower scent before claiming her mouth, I know my mind is already made up.
There’s only anticipation making my heart race as I hear the condom wrapper tear, followed a few seconds later by the sound of squirting gel. The second time I hear it, I tense up when the cool jelly-like texture runs down the crease of my ass.
Cory pushes on the toy, making me gasp before he slowly removes it. I’m not empty for long, though.
He doesn’t ask again before several of his fingers plunge inside me. I don’t have time to get used to him when they’re replaced with the blunt head of his cock. He’s a little wider than the plug, pushing past those clenching muscles. As soon as the first inch stretches me, Cory grabs either side of my hips in his strong hands, holding me still as he slowly enters me the rest of the way.
My eyes close, and my jaw drops open with a wordless gasp as he steals my breath and takes that final piece of my virginity. The one that I’ve held on to with a stranglehold for way too long.
“Are you okay?” Cory asks quietly, and I give him a nod. “I’ll go slow until you tell me to stop or speed up.”
There’s a little pain as he begins to move in and out of me, as deep as he can go, but that’s not why I have to blink away the goddamn tears.
“Fuck, that feels good,” I blurt out in a rush as I bury my face in Selina’s hair. My cock twitches from where it’s still tucked inside of her body as Cory’s weight pushes me down on her.
At first, I start to soften and think I might be out of commission. But then his dick hits that magical place a few more times, and I’m raring to go again, harder than ever.
“Ah, yes, Abel,” Selina moans in encouragement as her hands wrap around my back to hold me close.
Being in her tight warmth at the same time Cory’s riding me, setting off the repeated jolts of pleasure only he’s ever given me, well, it’s hands down the best sex of my life. I grit my teeth as my hips find the same slow, sensual rhythm as Cory’s, hoping to hold off until Selina comes again.
“Yes! Don’t stop!” she shouts. Her nails score my shoulder blades as her moans get louder. It’s a fucking miracle I’ve lasted this long.
But when Cory’s palms slide up my sides and he leans against my ear to whisper, “This ass belongs to me now, and I’m about to come so hard in it…” I can’t last a second longer.
“Fuck!” I shout as I finally erupt. The orgasm is so deep and so intense, it makes me go temporarily deaf and blind.
Even if the loss of my senses wasn’t short-term, I think it still might have been worth it as his words rattle around in my head.
I do want to be his. But I also want him and Selina to be mine too.
Chapter Thirty-One
Cory
I may have had a lot of sex in my life, but I know for a fact I will never forget tonight with Abel. Hell, it’s been at least ten or more minutes, and the three of us are still wiped out, gasping, laid out on the bed limply like our bones are all liquified.
I’m finally able to roll out of bed to get to the bathroom and clean up. When I come back, I can hear Abel’s soft snores before I climb up on the mattress. He’s lying on his stomach between me and Selina, out like a light. His relaxed face is turned toward me with a smile lifting his usually frowning lips. He’s happy now with all those endorphins from his orgasms flowing through his body, but I’m afraid we’re just delaying the inevitable.
“That was…fun,” Selina says from the other side of him. While I believe she enjoyed it too, I can’t help but wonder if her hesitation means she thinks Abel will regret it too.
Sure, the biker said he wanted it in the heat of the moment. But later, once he wakes up and forgets how good it felt or has time to dwell on the mechanics of how he got off, he’ll freak out like most other men.
It’ll suck too, especially since being with him was fucking amazing. Still, I won’t dwell on it or let his hang-ups get to me.
“Should we take bets on how freaked-out he’ll be when he wakes up?” I ask Selina with a grin to hide the turmoil raging inside of me.
“Aw, Cory. I think you underestimate him. He told me he went to see you.”
“He did?” I say in surprise. Rolling to my side, I face her with my head propped up on my fist, eager to know more. “But did he tell you everything we did together?”
“He didn’t go into any details, but he did tell me that he wanted to do pretty much everything with you.”
“Yeah? Everything?”
“Everything,” she replies with a smile as she pulls the covers up to cover his naked backside. “Whatever you did before I got home must have been mind-blowing for him to ask you to…you know, in front of me.”
“You can’t even say it, Selina. I fucked him. Do you really expect him to be okay with everything when he wakes up? Yeah, I don’t think so.”
“Guess we’ll see,” she says before popping up out of bed naked, looking like a well-sated goddess, her dark, curly hair messy and sexy. “I’m hungry. Are you hungry?”
I rub my hand over my flat stomach and shrug. It wasn’t that long since I had dinner with my sister, but I feel like I burned enough calories for a snack. “I could eat.”
Comfort eating seems like a good way to waste time until the sleeping dragon wakes. If I were smart, I would just leave before he wakes up and rages at me like I did in the hotel.
Instead of leaving, I put on my boxers, then follow a still-naked Selina into the kitchen. She redresses in the clothes she must have left there when she got home.
“Mint chocolate chip ice cream or Neapolitan?” she offers after opening the freezer door.
“Mint chocolate chip is my favorite,” I tell her.
“Mine too! Two bowls coming right up.”
While Selina whizzes around the space, opening the right cabinet for bowls and drawer for spoons on the first try like she’s lived here for months, not days, I ask, “So, how did a girl like you end up with the Rebel Henchmen and now the Savage Kings?”
“Easy – I wanted a family. MCs are always tight-knit.”
“A family, huh? Don’t you mean you wanted to get fucked like a dirty little slut?”
She throws me a grin over her shoulder. “That’s a nice benefit too, even if it makes the family pretty dysfunctional. Still, Abel gives me what I have always been missing – attention. I’m the third oldest out of six siblings.”
“Jeez. You have five brothers and sisters?”
“Yep. An older sister and an older brother, two little sisters and a baby brother, who is ten years younger than me.” She starts scooping out ice cream into each bowl. “That means I was the forgotten middle child, expected to take care of myself, stay out of my older sister and brother’s spotlights, and make sure the little ones had everything they wanted to keep them quiet and uninjured while my parents worked their asses off to try and feed us all.”
“Wow. I have one sister, and she had her hands full keeping me out of trouble. Carin
g for three younger kids? That’s an impossible task.”
Selina licks her fingers and puts a spoon in each bowl before carrying them over to the dining table, taking the seat across from me. “It wasn’t fun to be the ignored babysitter and never the kid getting the care or attention. It’s nice getting it from bikers, even if it’s a certain kind of attention. That’s better than being invisible. And while I don’t know many of the Kings, Abel already feels like family, more than the year or so with Dubois ever did.”
“Yeah? Abel doesn’t seem like a warm, fuzzy kind of guy.”
“He is once you bust past a few of his walls. I was nothing but a piece of ass to Dubois. And while I wanted to be wanted, now I know there’s a difference between being desired and being cherished.”
“Don’t you worry it’s only a matter of time before Abel finally admits he’s gay and not bisexual?” I ask her. “That’s what most women think when I tell them I’m attracted to men too.”
She spoons a bite of ice cream into her mouth and lets it melt as she considers the question, then shakes her head. “No. I think Abel’s been completely honest with me. His body definitely is. I’m confident that he enjoys sex with women and loves being with me. Do I think he enjoys being with you a little more right now? Absolutely. You’re finally giving him what he’s wanted and gone without for so long. I’m okay with that since it obviously makes him happy.”
“It’s good of you to understand and encourage him,” I tell her as I devour the cool minty ice cream. “He probably needs that more than you know.”
“Don’t we all?”
I nod in agreement. “I think Abel joined the Savage Kings because he was looking for a family to replace the one he lost.”
Selina’s spoon pauses halfway to her mouth. “What happened to his family? He never talks about them. Did he tell you?”
“He did, surprisingly. I think because he needed me to understand why he ran from the truth for so long, what it cost him. I’ll leave it up to him to tell you if he decides he wants you to know too.”
“That’s fair,” she says. “What about your family? Are you close to them?”
I shake my head, gathering up the nerve to talk about the shit I usually keep locked up tight. “My parents died in a house fire when I was ten.”
“Oh, wow. I’m so sorry,” Selina whispers. She reaches across the table to gives my hand a comforting squeeze.
“Everyone said that Rita and I were lucky we weren’t home because we would’ve probably died in it too,” I tell her. “But I always wondered if they were wrong, that if one of us had been home, we would’ve woken up our parents in time to get them out. Instead, since I was having a sleepover with a kid down the street, I heard the firetrucks and got to stand outside in the yard watching everything I had ever known go up in flames.”
“God, Cory. That’s awful.”
“My sister and I became orphans in the snap of a finger. At the time, I was so young that the idea of losing my mom and dad had never even crossed my mind, you know? They were invincible, then they were just gone. Rita had no choice but to become my guardian, giving up her chance to go to college. And I was expected to keep going to school and pretending like everything was fine after my world was suddenly turned upside down.” I sigh, then tell her, “There’s a reason I prefer sex without any strings. If you don’t love anyone, it won’t hurt when they leave you or you lose them.”
“I feel like such a bitch, complaining about being ignored by my parents when you lost yours so tragically!”
“You didn’t know. And I can’t imagine how shitty it would be to have so many brothers and sisters.”
“It was shitty,” she agrees with a grin. “But I’m happy they’re all alive and well. Even with all the loss, don’t you feel like you’re losing out by not letting anyone get close enough to really get to know you?”
“No.”
“Come on, Cory. Don’t lie!”
“I’m not. It’s the truth. I’m better off this way, on my own.”
She narrows her pretty, cerulean-blue eyes at me. The woman doesn’t need to ever wear any makeup. Those eyes and her dark curls do all the work for her, making her stunning. “You can’t up and leave Abel. He needs you.”
“No, he just needs my dick like every other gay or bisexual man getting their rocks off for the first time with another guy.”
“If you really believed that, then you wouldn’t have driven all the way up here this weekend.”
“I was visiting my sister!” I exclaim defensively. “Rita was upset, so I wanted to check in on her. The fact that I was in the same city and could see Abel again was just an added benefit.”
“You are such a liar,” she teases with a grin. “You’ve already started having feelings for him, haven’t you?”
“I’m not an idiot.”
“That’s not an answer. Yes or no, Cory – do you care about Abel more than the sex?”
“What’s the point if I did? We all know how this is going to end.”
“How does it end?” Selina asks.
“With Abel choosing you because you’re a woman, which makes you the safer choice based on what society deems right or ‘normal.’”
Selina tilts her head to the side and looks at me thoughtfully. “Sounds like you have thought a lot about this.”
“No, it’s just not the first time I’ve been with a man who is hiding a part of himself from the rest of the world.”
“Just because it took Abel this long in his life to admit to himself that he’s attracted to men, sexually attracted to you specifically, it doesn’t mean he’ll be a coward about it,” she remarks.
“He’ll experiment, get it ‘out of his system,’ and then he’ll move on, get married, have kids. Watch and see.”
“You don’t get it, Cory. I’m jealous of you, of how happy Abel looks with you or even just thinking about you. He does. A lot. He doesn’t have to tell me because it’s just there in the silence, on his distant face. If there’s a decision to be made, I don’t think it will be me.”
“Guess we’ll see,” I tell her.
“Guess we will. Although, I don’t mind sharing him with you…”
“Huh. Neither do I, actually,” I respond with a smile.
“All finished with your ice cream?” she asks.
“Yes, thanks.”
“You’re welcome.”
I wait while Selina washes the dishes and spoons by hand in the sink, then dries them and puts them away. When she’s done, she turns back to me. “So, now what?”
“Should we go see if he’s made a run for it yet? Is there a back exit we should cover?”
“He won’t run!” she huffs.
“You really think he’ll stay?”
“Absolutely,” she replies, then bumps my shoulder as we start down the hallway. “It’s his house, so he’ll just kick you out.”
And that is exactly what I worry will happen. Because for some reason, I think it would hurt more for Abel to push me away than any of the others before him.
Selina’s right. I haven’t known the biker for very long, and I’ve already started to have feelings for him.
He’s surprised me more than once – maybe he will again by making me more than a fun little interlude before he marries a woman, maybe even Selina, and starts a family.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Abel
The first thing I notice when I wake up is that I’m sore in places that I’ve never felt sore before…
Then I smell his expensive, mouthwatering cologne on my skin and remember the night before with both Cory and Selina.
There’s no more denying to myself that I’m a hundred percent straight. The handjobs, blowjobs, even the finger and vibrator in my ass could all be categorized as just fooling around, trying something new.
Now, not only have I been well and thoroughly fucked by another man, but I enjoyed the hell out of it, like I always knew I would deep down, even if I tried to ignore
those thoughts entirely.
Having Cory claim me while taking Selina was hands down the best sex of my life. Not only that, it was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had, and fuck, I want to do it again.
If I knew what I was missing with a man, I think I would’ve done it a lot sooner. In fact, it almost makes all the shit from when I was a teenager, being nearly beaten to death and disowned by my ultra-religious parents, worth it.
Guess they were right all along – sodomy may be evil and wicked, but it feels really fucking good.
I’ve spent my entire life seeing shit in black and white, pretending I was happy with the boring blandness of trying to be like one of the guys, when this whole time there were so many amazing bright, beautiful colors I missed out on, never knew existed until last fucking night.
I’ll take the entire rainbow over the boring any day of the week.
The problem now is convincing Selina and Cory to both give it to me again when it could’ve been nothing but a onetime deal for either or both of them.
When I hear the shower come on in the bathroom, I shoot straight up to see which one has already left the bed.
“Morning, big guy,” Selina says from beside me as she stretches her arms and throws one over my waist to pull me back down to the bed. If she’s still here, that means Cory is in the shower.
“Is he getting ready to leave?” I ask her.
“Don’t know,” she replies, followed by a yawn. “Why? Are you going to kick him out?”
“No. Why would you think that?”
One of her eyes cracks open to peek at me. “Cory and I were just wondering how long it would be before you freak out. Is this you freaking out?”
“If he’s leaving, then yeah, I am.”
“Because you don’t want him to go?” she asks, scooting closer until the front of her naked body is curled up to my side.
“Not yet, no,” I answer as I throw my arm around her.