“Foster,” Katie starts in a tone so eerily reminiscent of Adrian’s from a few moments before that the two of them probably ought to be bonding over it. If there’s any time at all to stop this, it’s right now. If there were any time at all to be sure that she wanted to stop this, that would probably be right now, too. Katie takes a deep breath.
A line appears between Ryan’s eyes. “Don’t call me that,” he says.
“Your name?” She half-remembers Billy calling him that once, probably while Ryan was being deliberately irritating.
“It’s my last name. I don’t like it. Call me Ryan.”
Katie expects a permanent storm to stop the moment, but it doesn't. Ryan keeps looking at her, and Adrian starts stroking her hair. Katie pictures a snapping noise as any hope of her leaving his bed officially exits the room. She lifts herself up onto her elbow, careful of where she places it, and pulls Adrian’s head down to hers so that she can kiss him. Katie thinks that it’s mostly surprise that draws him down to her without more of a fight; he doesn’t carry himself like a man who thinks that he’s attractive. He’s wrong, Katie feels like telling him, if she weren’t already so busy showing him. He’s got those eyes, for one thing, and that cute little curling smile, and his shoulders, back, and arms are all broad and strong. Katie presses north and thumbs one of his nipples until it’s a hard and eager point against her hand, keeps kissing him. Adrian takes over at some point and sweeps his tongue through her mouth until they melt soft and pliant against one another.
Ryan makes a soft sound from behind Katie and then starts pulling her pants from her body. She feels his fingers trembling against her waist. It makes her feel sexier than she can remember feeling in a long time. She probably hinders his progress somewhat, with her sudden need to press her thighs against one another hard, but Katie stopped caring several moments past. She lets Ryan pull her clothing from her until she’s nude from the waist down and kisses Adrian without stopping until she feels Ryan push her thighs apart and blow at the entrance to her sex. Even that lightest of touches sends shivers running up and down the length of Katie’s body. She jumps and gasps when Ryan presses his mouth to her, finally, and flicks at her clitoris with his tongue. His laughter rumbles against the deepest and most sensitive part of her.
“He’s kind of a pain in the ass, right?” Katie whispers to Adrian. Her voice has already started to go thready with the sex-whine. She watches Adrian’s eyes grow darker as he registers it.
“I’m starting to get that feeling,” Adrian whispers back to her. Katie’s reclines back, her head almost parallel to his erection beneath the blankets, and she watches his eyes grow darker with that knowledge, too. “Do you want to--”
Katie doesn’t even let him finish the request. She turns her head, pulls the covers down, takes him into her mouth. He’s bigger than she expected; Katie thinks that maybe if she had not acted so strongly on impulse, she might have been able to take that into consideration a little more. She can't take him down all the way and gags a little when she tries, so she draws back far enough to pay attention to the sensitive head alone instead and uses her hand to pump slowly up and down the shaft of his cock. What she’s doing is clearly good enough, as Adrian’s hand is on the back of her neck almost immediately to encourage her rhythm and he says her name in a soft voice that’s just almost awed, but...not quite. Not with that growl that he has in it. Katie feels herself getting even hotter when she thought that she had already hit a plateau from which she could go no higher.
Ryan rubs his hand across her ass as he keeps licking at her, sending heat spiraling through her entire body with every stroke of his tongue. She pushes her thighs as far apart as she can and hears a whining noise start low in her throat as Ryan hits her right there, right there, please keep doing that right there. It rumbles all the way through her throat and is felt on Adrian’s cock; the hand at the back of her neck spasms hard. Katie has always liked giving blowjobs, provided that it was readily understood that some reciprocity was going to be thrown on the table. She loves the feeling of seeing a man come completely undone above her and knowing that that was her work, she was the one who was doing that. Katie glances up as much as she’s able and sees that Adrian has his head thrown back, his eyes tightly shut. She can count the stubble on his throat. She can see his Adam’s apple working up and down. He’s clearly close.
Katie lets Adrian’s cock slip from her mouth until the only thing that she’s still maintaining contact with is the slit at the tip. She flicks her tongue against the bitter taste of pre-come there at the same time that her index finger finds his perineum running just beneath the skin behind his testicles and strokes down on it hard. Adrian comes so hard that Katie barely manages to swallow it and chokes a little before she pulls away.
“Holy shit,” Adrian says when he catches his voice again a few seconds later. He sounds like he might even apologize for catching her off guard if she lets him; Katie shakes her head and waves her hand at him. One, not off guard, and two, she’s a little distracted right now. Ryan is both a shit and a competitive shit, it seems. He renews his efforts upon her, he kneads at her thigh now, Katie thinks that she’s going to lose her mind if her orgasm takes any fucking longer in getting here, already. She’ll bite herself bloody if she tries to hold any of this back and so doesn’t try, tilting her head back, letting out a full-bodied shriek when Ryan gets her right there so close to the edge that if he doesn’t get across the precipice soon Katie swears that she’s not going to be responsible for her actions.
Katie feels Ryan smile against her sex. She swears she does. She wails hard enough to make their neighbor next door pound the wall irritably as he gets her there, hard enough to make the entire world go gray around the edges as orgasm comes over her. Katie breathes in ragged gasps as she comes down; it only takes a glance to let her know that her entire body is flushed. Fucking china-pale Anglo skin.
Ryan doesn’t seem to mind. He stares at her like she’s a work of art (A Ruben, maybe, Katie can’t stop herself from thinking), and the way that his tongue touches lightly at his lower lip is...not any expression that Katie has ever seen in a museum, he does have that going for him. “Holy shit,” he says, looking up and down her body with one of the most naked expressions of lust that Katie has ever seen. His cock is fully erect in front of him. A clear bead of liquid leaks from the tip.
“Come here,” Adrian says to him. He’s still got that sex-growl in his voice that makes Katie shiver. Ryan flows into the sound of that voice like water. He lets Adrian lay him back, watches with darkened eyes as Adrian lies partly on top of him and takes Ryan’s cock into his hand. It’s a big bed, but not porno-big, so Katie has to scoot to the side to give them room. She watches as Adrian jerks Ryan off in a slow, leisurely fashion that, if the way that Ryan eventually starts cursing at him is anything to go by, is a lot slower and more leisurely than Ryan would have cared for. Adrian gets that curling smile again and doesn’t change his rhythm. It might be driving Ryan wild, but it’s all that Katie can do not to applaud. The way that he’s making Ryan surge his hips up and into Adrian’s hand, the way that he’s making Ryan clutch at the sheets and start breathing in desperate little gasps; the orgasm-tingle has barely begun to fade from her body and Katie can already feel herself getting ready for a second round. She presses her thighs together hard and watches with wide eyes as Ryan comes into Adrian’s fist, his entire body strung up and into a long line of tension that doesn’t dissolve until he collapses back to the bed in satiation.
“Holy shit,” Katie says herself, mimicking Ryan’s tone. She rocks back on her heels and waits for things to get awkward, as none of them strictly know each other and yet they’ve just done something together that could have been filmed for money. I don’t want to go home, Katie thinks, and doesn’t care that her interior voice sounds a little petulant even to herself.
Adrian and Ryan can’t break eye contact with one another immediately, even when Katie speaks. Finally, Adrian
rolls away, rubs his hand off absently on the sheet, and grins slightly. “Um, you might have guessed that this place doesn’t do room service,” he says, and Katie grins back at him. “But the bonus is that I’m saving enough to spring for pizza. If you guys want to stay a while.” And maybe do that again, hovers unspoken through the room.
Katie gives her answer by crawling back up the length of the bed and wiggling her way down into the blankets between the two of them, feeling each man drop an absent arm around her waist. She waits for the moment when it gets awkward. It doesn't come.
*
Adrian stares at Katie over breakfast the next morning, the three of them crowded into a single booth in the kind of diner where you stick to the tables. She flicks up a glance as she stirs her coffee. "What?"
"Nothing." Adrian shakes his head but continues to stare at her. Since Katie is actually clothed this morning and is relatively certain she doesn't have anything on her face, it's a little weird. "I just get the feeling that I've seen you somewhere, before."
"Aren't you glad he didn't say that when you were naked?" Ryan chirps, and laughs without repentance when Katie and Adrian slap him with their menus.
"I mean it," Adrian goes on. "Have you ever been to LA?"
Katie freezes, looks at Adrian over the top of her menu. Ryan does the same from the other side of the table, looking…looking concerned, and more solemn than Katie's ever seen him. She didn't think his face could even do that.
"For a little while," she says cautiously. "A few years ago."
Adrian snaps his fingers and points at her, grinningly wildly. He's too quiet and too observant not to have seen the look that crossed Katie's face, but she finds herself bizarrely glad that he's willing to pretend. "I knew it! I think I saw you once or twice. I play guitar."
"Do you?" Ryan purrs at him, turning it into an innuendo that makes their waitress flush and then turn right around again, sensing a porno moment in the making. Katie puts her hands over her mouth to hide her grin, and Adrian flushes all the way into his ears. "And we know that Katie and I don't have half-bad voices." Definite innuendo.
"What do you know?" Katie asks. "I think we might have ourselves a band."
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