“We’ve got you, gorgeous, don’t worry,” I hear Nick murmur comfortingly as the clown runs away after another actor, cackling.
When we step back out into the sunshine, Summer lets out a little sigh of relief. “Ok,” she admits, “That wasn’t so bad.”
Nick loops an arm around her waist and gives her an affectionate squeeze. “See?” he kisses the top of her head, “With us around, anything’s fun.”
He winks at me and I grin.
“Come on,” Summer says, linking an arm through each of ours, “Now it’s my turn for a little fun.”
Chapter Nine
Ben
She drags us over to the Ferris wheel, where I find a bench and she and Nick hop in line for the next ride. I watch the two of them talking and laughing, and once more, I expect to feel that flare of jealousy, but there’s not so much as a spark.
Nick has made it very clear from the first moment that he was interested in both of us. There’s nothing that would make me think that he wants to split us up and take Summer for himself, if anything, he seems to be careful to make sure he’s not overstepping things yet.
The way I click with him, eerily, reminds me of how Summer and I fell together. Fast and hard, but I’d never felt anything deeper. Now, it feels like I’m on the verge of falling all over again, and I feel like I’m watching Summer teeter on that same edge.
But although I don’t feel jealous, watching the two of them waiting in line, I do feel envious. I want to share this experience with both of them, despite my fear. I picture it for a moment, being at the top, and while it makes my stomach lurch, I imagine looking over and seeing them, and it doesn’t seem so bad.
I gather my courage and rise to my feet, and with my heart in my throat, I make my way over to join them in line.
Nick looks at me, puzzled, and Summer turns to see what he’s looking at. “Ben, what are you doing?”
“Letting our big, strong man protect me this time,” I joke, wrapping an arm around Nick’s shoulders, “Think you can help him?”
Summer’s face lights up and she pulls me down for a kiss. “We’ve got you, baby,” she says happily.
They let the three of us into a basket and my heart races. We pull the bar down over our laps, with Summer on my right and Nick on my left, and Summer slips her hand into mine, ignoring the cold sweat on my palms.
“Don’t hesitate to close your eyes if you need to, all right?” Nick says.
His hand hovers near mine, and I swear I can feel his desire to take it. So I grab his instead, and I don’t miss the tiny smile that curls his lips.
The ride begins to move and I suck in a sharp breath, giving each of their hands a squeeze. I can’t help it, I screw my eyes shut, taking deep breaths to calm my stomach and keep from puking.
But I tell myself that no matter what, I’m opening my fucking eyes at the top, fear be damned. I’m not going to miss this. I didn’t get up here for nothing.
I feel it turning slowly, and when it seems like we’ve been in motion for a bit, I crack open one eye and see that we’re almost to the top.
Don’t be a fucking pussy, I tell myself, you’ve got this. Do it for Summer.
So slowly, I open my eyes, and the sight before me takes my breath away. The late afternoon sun glows on Summer’s face and makes the red of her hair peek out from where some of the temporary dye has faded. Her hazel eyes look like molten gold in the light, and I can’t believe this beautiful woman is mine. But the thing that gets me the most is her smile. I love fulfilling her fantasies and making her dreams come true because I am so helplessly fucking addicted to that smile, I’ll do anything for it.
I peek over at Nick, and find that he’s gazing at Summer with just as much rapture, and I feel a flare of both happiness and pride. I’m proud of my girl, to have found someone else who seems to appreciate just how stunning she is, inside and out, makes me think that maybe Summer’s right.
Maybe Nick completes us. Not because we’re incomplete as we are, but simply because bringing him into our lives betters us all.
It’s a sappy thought, and far too intense for a first date, but fast and intense seems to work for all three of us.
“Thanks for coming up with me, you two,” Summer says softly, still gazing up at the sky.
I squeeze her hand, but this time with affection, not anxiety. “Hey, you went through the haunted house for me.”
She cups my cheek in her hand and leans over to kiss me. “I was just being a baby. You’re up here facing something real for me.”
I feel Nick’s hand on my shoulder. “She’s right, you’re doing something big here. Maybe this doesn’t mean much, since we’re still getting to know each other, but I’m proud of you.”
I’m deeply touched by his words. I grip the back of his head and yank him to me for a kiss, hoping I can pour the thoughts I can’t yet voice into the action.
We linger at the top for a bit, and gradually, I feel some of the fear ebb away, and by the time we come down off the Ferris wheel, I feel like a weight has been lifted off of me. Maybe I’ve only conquered my fear for the afternoon, but it feels like a victory nonetheless.
Summer is still glowing with happiness as we walk over to a booth and get a caramel apple for the three of us to share before settling in a quiet area for a bit.
I snicker, watching Nick try and take that awkward first bite, where it’s pretty much either dislocate your jaw or end up with caramel on your nose and/or chin.
He finally manages, though, true to form, the treat leaves a sticky strand of caramel clinging to the stubble on his chin. I reach over and wipe it off with my thumb, then slip that thumb into Summer’s mouth.
Always eager to play, she licks the sweetness from my skin with languid strokes of her tongue. She flutters her eyelashes and peers up at me through them, wearing an expression I’ve seen on her face ever single time she sucks me off. She loves that moment of eye contact, where even though she’s the one on her knees, she knows she’s still in complete control of me and my pleasure.
My cock throbs as I imagine the heat of her mouth wrapped around my shaft, and I almost wonder if the public indecency charges would be worth it if it meant fucking that pretty little mouth of hers right now.
Nick offers the apple to Summer and she takes it, and honestly, it’s still pretty hard to manage any kind of dignified bite out of the thing. Apple juice trickles down her chin and a thin thread of caramel clings to her bottom lip.
Nick leans down and runs his tongue from the bottom of her chin up the trail of juice to her lips, then kisses her.
The apple gets passed to me and I try to take a neat bite, but it’s just not happening. I flick my tongue all the way down to my down chin to wipe away a spurt of juice, and Nick raises his eyebrows as he watches. “That’s some tongue,” he teases, “Summer’s a lucky girl.”
“Oh, believe me, I can put it to good use for you, too,” I assure him, flashing him a grin.
“You guys want to head back to the house?” Summer asks, and I don’t miss the breathy eagerness in her voice.
“Sure, let’s have Ben here put his money where his mouth is,” Nick says with a smile.
“Oh, rest assured, his mouth will live up,” Summer laughs, springing to her feet.
She rushes us out to the car, and I decide to drag her with me to the backseat and have a little fun with her for now, then have my way with Nick back at the house.
While Nick drives and tries not to be too distracted by the show, I unbutton Summer’s top, pleased to find that she’s not wearing a bra underneath, and I take one of her nipples between my teeth.
She yelps in surprise as the little shock of pain jolts through her, but the sound is quickly replaced by moans as my tongue lavishes the pebble-hard flesh. I slip my hand up to cup her other breast, rolling the other nipple between my thumb and forefinger the way she likes.
Her moans turn to mewling whimpers of need, and I slide my other hand down her body and
unbutton her jeans. I slide down the zipper and guide my hand down under the waistband of her panties, and my fingers meet her already-soaked slit.
I push a finger between her pussy lips and stroke her clit while I suck on her nipple and fondle the other, and she throws her head back with a rough gasp. “Oooh, yes!” she cries.
It’s tough to touch her properly in the tight jeans, and after a few moments of frustration, I toss Summer down onto the backseat and shimmy her jeans and panties down over her hips, peeling the tight denim away and tossing it aside. I bend down and run my nose along the apex of her thighs, drinking in the scent of her arousal.
My hand returns to its task, stroking that little bundle of nerves and making her writhe beneath me. Shifting my hand slightly, I use my thumb to continue playing with her clit while I plunge my middle finger into her pussy.
“Holy shit,” she gasps, “Oh, God, Ben, yes!”
I watch her losing herself in pleasure as I finger her cunt, and when I add a second finger, I can feel the walls of her pussy starting to constrict around the digits as a climax overtakes her and she screams my name.
The scent of her is intoxicating, and I have to take a taste. I bury my face between her thighs and drag my tongue through the sweet juices dripping from her. She shudders, the contact almost too much on her still-sensitive flesh, but I can’t help myself. I do it again, and again, and she grips my hair, hard.
She’s in complete control, and she can pull me away at any time, but despite the shudders wracking her body with every stroke, she shows no signs of wanting me to stop. So I grab her hips and go to town, licking and biting and sucking on the tender, wet flesh and making her gasp and moan, her hips bucking wildly against my face.
I love going down on Summer, the way she squirms and screams gets me harder than anything else I fucking know, and right now, knowing Nick is watching and getting off on it too, is no different. If anything, it’s better, because I know he’s got to be fucking aching, too.
I don’t have a lot of experience with sucking dick, but it doesn’t take much to know what another guy likes, so I’m confident that he’ll be seeing fucking stars before long.
Summer’s breath hitches suddenly and she lets out a high-pitched cry as I suck on her clit, and I can feel the twitching in her hips and thighs that indicates the first flutters of her climax. I continue to tease and taste that spot until her thighs tighten around my face and her whole body shudders as she cries out in release.
I sit up and stare in appreciation at my trembling, panting girlfriend coming down from an orgasm while I lick her pussy juices from my lips, and fortunately, it seems like the timing was perfect, as Nick pulls into the driveway.
I throw Summer’s clothes over my shoulder and scoop her into my arms. Fortunately, I like my privacy, so with my high fences, I know no one will see me carrying her naked into the house.
“That may be the hottest thing that’s ever taken place in my backseat,” Nick muses as we head up the stairs to our bedroom.
“You’ve never had sex in your own car?” Summer asks.
“Oh, no, I have,” Nick says, shaking his head, and we both blush and laugh.
I set Summer down on the bed before launching myself at Nick. He meets my kiss with just as much fervor, and in a flash, I’ve got my hands down his pants, pulling his cock out.
He groans as I give it a few quick strokes before I shove him down on the bed next to Summer.
He lets out a surprised grunt, clearly not expecting the manhandling, but he sure as fuck isn’t protesting when I bend down and wrap my mouth around the head of his dick.
“Holy shit!” he groans loudly and I see his fists knotted in the sheets.
It sends a smug little burst of pride through me to hear his gasping and feel the helpless jerking of his hips as I work my tongue around his tip. I can devour my girlfriend’s pussy and make her scream, and I can make this ripped, action hero star of a man writhe and beg for more.
It’s enough to make a man feel like some kind of damn sex god.
Slowly, I take in more of his cock. It’s a challenge, he’s fucking massive, but I remember all that shit I’ve heard about relaxing your throat, and with a little patience, I take him in to the hilt.
His hips twitch and I can tell he’s trying to keep still, but I’m having none of that. I’m prepared to take whatever he can dish out.
I grab the other man’s hips and start to bob my head along the length of him, pumping his hips while I do and driving his cock further down my throat.
“Oh, fuck, Ben, holy fuck!” Nick gasps and groans and I can feel his fingers gripping my hair, tugging hard.
I hear a quiet moan and the soft, wet sounds of Summer playing with herself, and if my mouth wasn’t otherwise occupied, I’d be tempted to laugh. The girl is insatiable.
And we can’t just leave her out of the fun, so even while I’m sucking Nick’s cock, I unzip my jeans and draw my own out of my boxers.
I reluctantly have to abandon the task at hand for a moment to reposition, but I end up balls-deep in Summer’s tight little pussy while Nick stands up and fucks my mouth.
I fight my gag reflex, determined to take every fucking inch of him, and occupy my hands with Summer’s bouncing tits as I drive my dick deeper and deeper inside her.
Summer whimpers with pleasure and I feel her tightening around me already. I love her hair-trigger response to my body, the way I can always make her cum so easily.
And it seems like I have a similar power over Nick, because before long, his breathing grows ragged. “Fucking shit, Ben,” he gasps, “I think I’m about to-“ his words are choked by a groan, and I feel the salty spurt of his release bathing my tongue.
I swallow his seed, a new experience for me, but one I find I don’t mind. In fact, I’m surprised to learn that I kind of like the way he tastes.
He sinks down onto the bed beside us to catch his breath, but I know I’m not far behind as Summer cries out and her body shudders in orgasm.
Two more quick thrusts and I shoot my load inside her, struck by a wash of pleasure so intense I think I go blind for a minute.
Oh, no, wait, my eyes just rolled back in my fucking head.
I sink onto the bed beside her and Nick settles in on her other side. The three of us lay in comfortable silence for a long while until Summer finally jokes: “So since that was something out of a fantasy, maybe I’ll be nice and let you guys start with your sci-fi first, before I take you boys to Mordor.”
Nick laughs. “Oh, you’ll let us, will you?”
“Mmhmm!” she stretches happily, wriggling comfortably between us and snuggling in.
“You know, if you want to go watch movies, that means we’re going to have to get up,” I tease her.
She groans in protest. “Subjecting me to sci-fi and making me walk down stairs after you fuck my brains out and make me all jelly-legged?” she mock-complains, “Why are you so cruel?”
Chapter Ten
Summer
One Month Later
“Still nothing?” Ben asks when I check my phone again.
I shake my head, the frown on my face deepening. Nick was supposed to be here over an hour ago, but we haven’t heard from him, and I’m getting worried.
Ever since the day at the carnival, the three of us have spent time together every day we possibly can, and the heat between us is blazing as strong as ever. The hardest thing has been trying to drag ourselves away from each other long enough to function in the real world.
It’s like Nick just fell right into step with us without missing a beat, and now he’s so ingrained in our lives, it feels natural, like we were always meant to be a threesome.
He became a part of us so fully that now, his unexplained absence feels like a gaping hole.
“I think we should go over there,” I say, “He should have been here by now, we should go check on him.”
I feel like a worrywart, but it’s unlike Nick to be out of touch like
this, especially when we had plans. One thing we’ve quickly caught onto is that he’s punctual to a fault.
Ben’s brow furrows. “You think he’s ok?”
My pessimistic brain flashes on a dozen different scenarios and I shudder. “He’s fine,” I say firmly, trying to reassure myself as much as Ben, “But still, maybe his car won’t start or something.”
“What if we miss him, though? Maybe he’s already on his way here and we’ll pass him on the way or something, maybe one of us should stay here,” Ben suggests.
I shake my head firmly. “No, we stick together. If he has to wait for us a few minutes, it’ll be fine. It’ll serve him right for not answering his phone.”
We head out to the car, and the ride is tense. I’m trying not to let myself think the worst. There are a dozen scenarios that could explain this, and Nick is probably perfectly fine.
So I try to distract myself, staring out the window at the road. “Did you know that those lines are ten feet long?”
“Huh?” I turn to Ben, who isn’t looking at me as he asks his question, “What did you say?”
“Those lines on the road, the dashed ones. They look short, but they’re actually like eight or ten feet long, depending on the speed limit.”
I reach over and give his thigh a squeeze, and I know he understands my wordless thanks for trying to distract me.
“It’s gonna be fine,” he says reassuringly.
When we pull up at Nick’s place, I feel a wave of relief wash over me upon seeing his sleek silver car in the driveway, but it’s quickly replaced by confusion when I realize that there’s another car parked beside it here that I don’t recognize.
“Do you know whose that is?” I ask.
Ben shakes his head. “No clue.”
I wonder for a moment if maybe it’s a family member and something has happened. “Maybe we should just head back and wait for him,” I say, suddenly nervous.
“Why? You know Nick won’t be mad at us for worrying about him.”
I don’t know why, but I have a bad feeling. “I just think maybe we should go,” I say.
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