by Lane Hart
The immense contentment that follows every orgasm never gets old. It’s even more prominent today when the three of us are stretched out afterwards, lying on the float, a tangled web of arms and legs on each other. I’m in the middle, still naked, but warm and happy under the bright sun, with Ty and Charlie both curled up around me, their boardshorts back in place.
“I want to do that again,” I tell him. “But my private parts need a break after all of today’s activities.”
“Sorry,” Ty says from where he’s spooning behind me.
“You’re forgiven,” I tell him with a smile as I look at Charlie who seems happier than ever. Which gives me an idea. “But tomorrow morning, we may need to do things differently to let me heal.”
“Oh yeah?” Charlie asks with a broadening grin, as if he knows what I’m thinking.
“Yeah.”
“It doesn’t have to be tomorrow, but there is something I’d really like to do with you,” Charlie says, reaching for a lock of my hair that I left down today, and twirling it around his finger.
“What’s that?” I ask.
“I’d love to put you on your knees, wearing your glasses and braid, but nothing else,” Charlie tells me point-blank. And yeah, just thinking about him doing that makes my lower belly clench.
“I think that could be arranged if you were willing to accommodate one of my fantasies,” I reply.
“Anything,” he says before he places a kiss on my forehead, and I know he means that. The question is, what is Ty willing to do for us? I have a feeling that if we take things slow and easy, like they did for me getting in the pool and are doing to help me drive, I bet he’ll do anything we ask. As much as the two guys have done to help me, it’s the least I can do for them.
Speak of the devil, Ty groans behind me, and his hand tightens on my stomach. “Do we have to wait until the morning?” he asks. “We still have, what, two more hours before Graham gets home.”
“That should be enough time,” Charlie agrees. “I mean, I can get hard again. Can you, Ty? It’s been a busy day.”
“Fuck yes, I can,” he huffs indignantly.
“In that case”—I remove Ty’s arm from my waist and slide off the float into the water. Rest the private parts be damned—“I’ll go get ready. See you in a few?” I ask on the way to the steps.
“Hell yeah,” Ty agrees.
“Oh, and can you two round up my bathing suit?” I ask, before I wrap a towel around my wet, naked body.
“Do we have to?” Charlie whines from where he and Ty are still lounging on the float.
“Yes,” I respond. “Graham would probably notice an abandoned swimsuit and ask questions, don’t you think?”
“Fine, but when he’s not here, I think we should establish a skinny dipping only policy,” Ty declares.
“Sounds good to me,” Charlie tells him, offering a fist bump that Ty hits.
“We’ll see. Now give me a few minutes before you come up,” I say before I head back inside to remove my contact lenses and braid my hair. I never thought I would have a guy want me to go back to the nerdy look and I have to admit, it makes me pretty happy.
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Charlie
“Are you ready for this?” I ask Ty a few minutes after Skyler disappears into the house.
“Oh yeah,” he agrees. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this horny before.”
“Me either,” I admit. Being with Ty and Skyler at the same time is so new and different, really fucking exciting. It’s like all of the pieces of the puzzle are finally coming together.
I mean, sex was good before, but this, having a threesome is beyond incredible. It’s like I’ve finally found what I was missing.
“Do you think it’s been long enough?” Ty asks, trying to look over his shoulder at the outdoor clock hanging on the house.
“Give her a few more minutes,” I say, placing my hand on his bony hip, right near where the sexy pelvic indentions start. Air rushes out of my lungs, just like every time I lay a finger on him. And the fact that he wanted me to put on his condom today, when both of his hands were free, makes me think he doesn’t really mind me touching him.
“Yeah, you’re probably right,” Ty says when he looks back at me and then clears his throat. “I mean, I don’t know about you, but my dick needs a little more time to recover.”
Taking that as the hint I hope he intended, I lower my hand to cup him through his shorts and find him already getting hard.
“Seems like you’re ready to me,” I tell him, and notice when he swells a little more in my grip.
“Wh-what about you? You ready?” Ty asks, his eyes lowered to the front of my bulge. Since he’s obviously not comfortable enough grabbing me, I keep one hand on him and then tug the front elastic down to let my thick, eager cock spring free. “What do you think?”
Maybe I imagined it, but it felt like Ty’s dick jerked at the sight.
“Yeah, yeah, you’re good to go,” he agrees.
“It’s too bad Skyler is gonna be busy with Graham every single night and on weekends when he’s home, after spoiling us during the days,” I start.
“Uh-huh,” Ty half mutters, half moans after I give his shaft a squeeze.
“So, I mean, if you need some relief, I could maybe help,” I tell him, and it must have been too much too soon because Ty pulls his hips back, away from my reach, then climbs off the float.
“Thanks, but I think I can just wait for her,” he says before he climbs out of the pool and grabs a towel.
Okay, so he’s not there yet. I don’t think his rejection means he won’t ever get there, but it’s gonna take some time.
I have an incredible amount of patience. And like they say, good things come to those who wait.
Trying not to let my disappointment show on my face, I follow Ty out of the pool and dry off with him in silence. He wraps the towel around his hips and then jerks his wet boardshorts off to hang them up, and I do the same before I lead the way up the stairs to Sky and Graham’s bedroom.
The sweet girl that she is, Skyler is on her knees, waiting just inside the doorway, her glasses on and hair braided, without a shred of clothing.
“Bless your heart,” I tell her as I walk up and stand right in front of her, then let my towel fall. My hard cock springs free, nearly slapping her in the face. I reach down and grab her braid, tugging on it to pull her face closer to my body.
“Damn, that’s hot,” Ty says when he comes and stands beside me.
“Do you want me to suck you both?” Sky looks up and asks while rubbing her cheek on my dick and reaching over to give Ty’s erection a nice, long stroke.
“Fuck yes,” Ty agrees.
“Okay,” she replies. “But you two have to do something for me.”
“Anything,” I assure her yet again because I mean it.
“Kiss,” Sky orders.
“I-I don’t…whoa!” Ty stammers when she leans forward and wraps her lips around the head of his shaft. Her cheeks cave in with the force of her suction. And fuck it’s hot. She may have been innocent, but she sure is a quick study.
When Sky pulls her mouth off with an audible pop, she looks up at Ty’s face and says, “Please?”
Taking each of us in her fists, she starts squeezing and pumping, jerking us off while her mouth is so, so close.
“Come on, Ty,” I say. “The cost is worth the reward.”
“Fine,” he huffs before he cups the side of my face and then presses his lips to mine.
I expect him to pull back right away but then his lips part on a gasp, probably because Sky is sucking his cock again, so I take advantage. I stroke my tongue over his like I’ve fantasized about, half-expecting him to bite it off. Instead, he makes a high-pitched moan, and then he’s kissing me back, so hard I start to wonder if he’s trying to make me choke on his tongue.
I make a nearly identical sound as Ty when Skyler licks the underside of my cock from root to tip before taking me into her mout
h. It’s amazing, and then it’s gone, but that’s okay because it’s Ty’s turn to get sucked.
I jerk on his long hair and taste every sound of pleasure he makes as our kiss becomes more desperate. Our teeth clang together. He bites my tongue. But it just makes it that much better. No woman has ever kissed me so furiously, and I fucking love it.
Just when I think it can’t get any better than this, Skyler’s hot, wet mouth wraps around my cock again, and my knees go weak. When she pulls off, I reach down and grab her braid with my left hand while still keeping a hold on Ty’s hair. I guide her head back to my dick and then I’m panting into Ty’s mouth as I come undone. There’s not much cum left in my body after all the times I got off earlier today, but I swear, it’s still one of the best orgasms of my life.
“Goddammit,” Ty grumbles when he pulls away from me. I expect him to freak out about the kiss, but instead, he shouts, “I’m so close! I need a fucking mouth on me now.” Both of his hands push down on my shoulders, forcing me to my knees. “Help her…help her finish me off,” he demands as he looks down at me with heavy-lidded green eyes. His fingers snatch up a handful of the front of my hair and jerk me toward his body where Sky is already bobbing her head on his cock, so I lower my mouth to lick his sac.
“Fuck, yes!” he exclaims.
I suck one of his balls into my mouth and roll it around with my tongue, loving the taste of him and the curses that the move rips from his mouth. And I don’t think I could ever get enough of the way he’s cupping the back of my head to his body, like he’s begging me to give him more. I use my hand to play with his other ball and know when they move up that he’s about to come.
“He’s close,” I warn Skyler, even though I didn’t give her the same courtesy. She looks at me with her mouth full of him a second before she eases off so that I can take over.
Ty doesn’t go easy on me. He forces himself down my throat, my nose to his stomach before his shaft starts to pulse. And fuck, I love the rough treatment, like he’s so turned on he’s losing control.
“Oh yeah, that’s good,” he groans as he unloads.
“Holy shit, that’s hot,” Sky says, when he releases his grip and lets me pull my mouth off of his sated cock.
I feel the same way. The problem is, now that the moment has passed, how will Ty react? Will he regret kissing me? Telling me to go down on him? Coming down my throat?
“You okay?” I look up and ask him while I wipe off my mouth.
“Never better,” he replies with a soft caress of his hand on my cheek before he goes over and sits down on the edge of the bed.
Wow. So maybe he won’t regret it. But if I had to guess, he won’t let me do that again unless we’re with Skyler.
Chapter 26
Graham
I’m dragging as I walk home from my last class, glad that it’s Friday and I’ll have two whole days to recover before I have to sit in a lecture hall again.
It’s almost July, so it’s hot as hell. The first thing I want to do at the house is cool off in the pool.
Since I keep a pair of boardshorts in the pool house, I decide to head there first, figuring the guys and Skyler will probably still be hanging around the pool too. I walk around the side of the house, but my feet come to a stop when I pass one of the windows and see inside through the living room to the kitchen where the three of them are gathered.
Normally I wouldn’t even look twice, but there’s something about the way Skyler presses the front of her body right against Ty’s to reach a bowl high in the cabinet and the way his hand rests on her back. It’s odd, almost like there’s some close intimacy between them, so the close proximity doesn’t even faze the normally shy and innocent girl I thought I knew pretty well.
No, tonight Skyler even looks different. Her glasses that have been absent for weeks are back on, and her hair that she’s left down and flowing is braided, hanging over the usual right shoulder. Still, she looks…different. Happy even. Wasn’t she happy when she first got here? No, I don’t think so. But now she is.
A few seconds later, Charlie comes up behind her at the kitchen island and rests his hand on her hip before reaching over to grab a piece of whatever she’s making. The two of them looking just as comfortable touching as Skyler looked with Ty.
What the hell is going on?
I don’t spend much time with the three of them lately, since Sky and I are usually studying in my room alone. If I had, maybe I would have noticed how close the three are, like they’re good friends. Really good friends.
While I should be happy that Skyler is getting along so well with my roommates, I’m actually sort of jealous. The only time we spend together is over books, and it’s so boring that some nights she can barely hold her eyes open.
That’s when I realize what my problem is with the scene before me.
Skyler likes hanging out with Charlie and Ty more than she likes being around me. In fact, I think she wants to do things with them, but is forced to be my tutor.
She likes my friends better than me.
I liked being the center of all her attention, but now her world doesn’t revolve around me. I’m just the dumb ass jock, who is too stupid to keep up a 2.0 GPA for his football scholarship.
Somehow, our roles have been reversed. Now my world revolves around her, looking forward to seeing Skyler and talking to her as soon as I get home. Hell, I even love sleeping next to her, even though we never touch. Just having her sunshine and lemonade scent near me and all around me makes me happy. But apparently, she’s happier doing anything else with my roommates.
And that is a really shitty feeling.
Not really feeling like going for that swim anymore, I walk back around the house and go in the front door.
“Hey, Graham! How were your classes today?” Sky asks cheerfully from the kitchen when she sees me.
“Same old,” I mutter before I lower my backpack to the floor and flop down on the sofa.
“What are you three doing?” I ask them.
“Making tacos,” Sky answers. “Are you hungry?”
“Starving.”
“Good, tell me what you want on yours, and I’ll make them,” she offers.
“Graham’s a big boy. He can get his own food, right?” Ty snaps.
“Right,” I agree through clenched teeth, wondering what his problem is.
“Guess what Sky did today,” Charlie says excitedly.
“What?” I ask, still slumped on the sofa, too tired to move just yet.
“She drove all the way around the block!” he tells me.
“It’s no biggie,” Sky huffs.
“Yes, it is,” Ty argues. “You’ll be ready to go get your license soon.”
“Maybe,” she replies with a smile.
“There’s no maybe about it,” he tells her as he tickles her side. “You’ve got this.”
Wow, not only did they help Skyler get in the water, but now they’re helping her drive? Is that why they all seem so close? That would make sense, much more sense than Skyler fooling around with Charlie. Or Ty.
Nah, no way would that happen. She’s way too shy. If I had to guess, she’s probably still a virgin.
And that thought shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does.
It’s gonna be a really long weekend.
Chapter 27
Skyler
“Your dad said good luck,” Ty tells me as I finish brushing my hair before my big test.
I turn to face him, my jaw gaping. “You called my father again?”
“No,” he scoffs before he lowers his eyes and pretends to clean his fingernails. “We just text back and forth occasionally.”
“Oh, my God, Ty.” I groan at the thought of one of the guys I’m sleeping with having private conversations with my father. And while I’m sure they don’t talk about the sex, that doesn’t mean they should be talking, period.
“Please don’t text him,” I say, as I turn back to the mirror to keep brushing.
“He’s just worried about you,” Ty replies.
“I text him almost every day. He shouldn’t worry.”
“Well, he does, and I think it helps to hear from a third party that you’re okay.” Ty pauses and then says, “He also asked if you were taking your meds.”
“Great,” I mutter, dropping the brush to cover my face.
“Tons of people are on anti-depressants. It’s no biggie,” Ty says, rubbing his hand over my back.
“Do tons of people have psychotic mothers?” I ask.
“No,” he answers softly.
“Did he tell you about her too?”
“A little bit.”
“Wow,” I say in disbelief. “Please don’t talk to my father again.”
“Why?” Ty asks. “Do you think I care about any of that? Or that Charlie does?”
“You told him too?” I exclaim.
“The two of us share you. I thought it was okay to share information about you.”
“It’s not okay!” I tell him.
“Why are you upset? I probably know less than what was in the papers, right?”
“I didn’t want you two to know about all of that crap. Now you’ll look at me differently or treat me differently—”
“We’ve known most of it since the day you got here,” he interrupts to inform me. “Graham filled us in, told us to be nice to you because you had a rough background.”
“A rough background,” I repeat with a scoff. “That’s not why I’m upset.”
“Then why are you upset?” he asks.
“Because I don’t want you and Charlie to think I’m gonna end up like her!”
“We don’t think that.”
“You should,” I tell him. “Mental illnesses are genetic.”
“Not always. And there are meds to help with them, even if they are,” he says.