by Lane Hart
“Sky, baby, what’s wrong?” he asks, as he grasps the side of my face while I continue to choke on his cock. “Sky?” he says again as my hands flail, fighting him off and trying to get air.
“Skyler, wake up!” Graham orders. This time, his voice is louder and sounds closer. His face is right in front of mine, and his hands are sweeping the hair from my face. “Hey, you’re awake. I think you were having a nightmare.”
I push myself into a sitting position and realize he’s right. We’re in the bedroom, with just the soft light of the bedside lamp.
“Are you okay? Your head feels warm, and you’re sweating like crazy.”
“I’m—” I start to say, but have to swallow to push down the still-lingering nausea. “I’m f—” I try again, but have to clasp my hand over my mouth to keep from vomiting. I scramble off the bed and run to the bathroom, barely making it in time.
“Jesus, Sky!” Graham says from behind where I’m kneeling and puking. He pulls my damp hair back into a makeshift ponytail until the heaves finally stop. “What’s wrong? Was it something you ate?”
I grab some toilet paper to wipe my mouth and the tears from my eyes.
“I’m fine,” I’m eventually able to tell him, refusing to admit that he made me sick in a dream where we were having a foursome with his two friends.
“You don’t look fine,” he says. “Your hair is dripping wet.”
“Yeah, I got a little warm,” I say. “I’m gonna take a quick shower.”
“Right now?” Graham asks. “It’s like three in the morning.”
“Oh,” I mutter in surprise, since I thought I just fell asleep.
“Just come back to bed,” Graham says.
“Okay. Let me brush my teeth first,” I tell him. He grabs my hand and helps me to my feet, then waits while I brush. As soon as I’m done, Graham gets me back in bed and pulls the covers up over us.
“Feeling any better?” he asks, rubbing his palm up and down my arm gently, as the front of his body is pressed against my back.
“Yeah,” I reply, even though everything still seems fuzzy.
“I may be ready to puke next week,” Graham says. “Can you believe I start final exams on Monday?”
“No, I can’t,” I reply, even though I knew the end of the summer session was coming. I’m the one who looks at his calendar every single day. “You’re gonna do great.”
“Either way, I guess that means we only have one more week together,” he tells me.
“Yeah,” I mutter, and then wait to see if maybe he’ll ask me to stay, at least until my classes start at the end of August.
“I’ll miss you,” Graham says softly.
“I’ll miss you too,” I reply.
“Let’s spend our last weekend in bed,” he says. “I need to get my fill of you before you go.”
“Right,” I agree, disappointed, as I realize he’s gonna miss the sex and his tutor, but not me.
“Shit, it’s late. I better get some sleep,” he grumbles. “Tomorrow there will be a review in each class to get ready for exams.”
“Yeah. Goodnight,” I tell him, even though I’m wide awake.
“Night, Sky,” he responds and places a kiss in my hair.
I lay there, perfectly still, while I soak up the feeling of Graham’s warmth—his arm holding me, the rise and fall of his chest, and his soft breaths as he falls asleep.
There’s no way I can go back to sleep after my long nap or with everything on my mind. And oddly enough, my stomach growls like it’s hungry, even though I just tossed my cookies.
So, after Graham’s arm on my waist goes limp, I ease out from under him and throw on one of his shirts I find on the floor, then head down to the kitchen. The cabinets and refrigerator are all packed with good food, but for some reason, I decide to go with a spoonful of peanut butter while pulling the jar of big, dill pickles from the fridge.
The jar has never been opened and even tugging with all my might, I’m not able to get it to loosen.
“Need some help?” Ty’s rumbly voice asks in the silence, nearly giving me a heart attack.
“Jeez, Ty,” I tell him as I look over my shoulder at him while clutching my chest. “What the heck are you doing up so late?”
“Couldn’t sleep,” he huffs. “You?”
“Same, and I was hungry.”
“Here.” He comes up behind me and reaches around to open the jar.
“Thanks.” I inhale his familiar masculine scent. “You want one?” I offer, just to fill the awkward silence.
“No, thanks,” he replies before he moves away and opens the freezer door to pull out a carton of ice cream. Then he reaches into the silverware drawer and retrieves a spoon to dig in.
The two of us stand there and eat our middle of the night snacks without a word until I can’t hold them in any longer.
“He doesn’t love me,” I blurt out.
“Who, Graham?” Ty asks. “Sure, he does.”
“No, he doesn’t. I get that it hasn’t been but a few weeks and all. I just thought that maybe he would feel the same, and he doesn’t. He probably never will.”
“You’re leaving in what? A week?” Ty asks.
“Yes. And I thought he may ask me to stay a little longer, but he didn’t.”
“Football practice starts the Monday after his exams,” he tells me. “That’s pretty much all the three of us will be doing all day, every day, until classes start. Then we’ll only be home to sleep.”
“I know, but you…you and Charlie asked me to stay.”
“Yeah,” he agrees between the spoonfuls of ice cream going into his mouth. “And you turned us down.”
“Maybe I shouldn’t have,” I mutter, then take the last bite of my pickle. “These last few weeks have been great with Graham, but what the three of us had was pretty great too, wasn’t it?”
“It was,” he says, setting the container with the spoon in it down on the counter. “And we didn’t have an expiration date.”
“I know.”
“We still don’t,” he says, as he starts to move toward me. “Forget Graham. Stay with Charlie and me.”
“I-I don’t think I can do that,” I tell him when he’s right in front of me, our bodies nearly touching.
“Sure, you can,” Ty replies, leaning forward, and he leaves a soft kiss on my cheek. “Please?” He gives me another chaste kiss. “I’d kiss your lips, but you smell like a damn pickle.”
Laughter bursts from me and without second-guessing my decision, I press my pickle hand against his bare pec and then rub it in through his chest hair. “There. Now you smell like a damn pickle too.”
“I ought to make you lick me clean,” Ty says with a smile before he backs away and grabs a paper towel to wipe himself down. “But you’re all wishy-washy right now.”
“Yeah, I am,” I agree with a sigh.
“So, here’s what I’m gonna do,” he tells me, as he comes over and starts wiping off my pickle palm for me. “Tomorrow, Charlie and I are gonna give you the usual wake-up call in bed. You can play with us, or you can just watch, it’s all up to you. But it’s not the same without you, Sky. I need this so bad. So does Charlie. And I don’t know what we’ll do when you’re gone.”
“Ty—” I start, but he presses his index finger to my lips.
“Just think about it tonight, okay?”
“Okay,” I agree, even though I know that I can’t, that I won’t be able to be with them now that I’m with Graham.
“Goodnight,” Ty says before he kisses me again on my cheek. On the way out of the kitchen, he grabs his ice cream and takes it upstairs with him.
God, why can’t Graham say the things that Ty and Charlie say to me, or want me the way they do?
Because he doesn’t love me, and yet, I keep waiting around for him to change his mind, when it’s asking for the impossible.
Chapter 34
Tyson
“Charlie, wake up,” I say to my best friend w
hen I walk into his room bright and early Friday morning, and jump on top of him.
“Get the fuck off me,” he grumbles and rolls to his side away from me.
He’s still pissed, and I get it. But today may be our last chance to try and convince Sky to stay with us. Next week Graham has exams just once a day, so he’ll be home a lot. I need to get Charlie up and headed for Sky’s bed, the sooner, the better.
Knowing one way to do that, I crawl underneath the covers and ease against his backside so that I can reach around and grab his…
“What the hell?” he shouts, but doesn’t roll away or tell me to stop when I squeeze his bulge through his boxer briefs. It’s the first time I’ve ever touched him like this, and I like it.
“You need to get up.” I slide my hand under the elastic waistband to get to his hard flesh. “Or maybe I should say, you need to get out of bed since you’re already up.” Pressing my hips forward so he can feel me while I stroke him, I say, “I’m already up too, in case you didn’t notice.”
“Yeah, I noticed,” he agrees on a gasp. “Why are we supposed to get out of bed?”
“We’re gonna wake up Sky,” I tell him, and he freezes.
“Why? So she can throw us out of her room again?” he asks, while pulling my hand out of his boxers.
“She’s on the fence with Graham. He didn’t ask her to stay, and she wanted him to,” I explain. “We can change her mind.”
“Now you’re just talking nonsense,” Charlie huffs.
“Come on. Please? This is the last time. Graham will be home most of next week during exams. Do you really want her to leave in seven days?”
“No,” he grumbles.
“Then get your ass out of bed and let’s go,” I tell him while helping him out of his boxers by shoving them down his ass. Since my cock is busting free of the front hole, I slap it against his cheeks a few times.
“Get your dick away from my ass,” Charlie huffs, before he shoots out of bed completely naked.
“See, it could never work between the two of us,” I point out as I climb out of bed. Standing in front of him, I jerk my boxers down to let them pool around my ankles before I step out of them. Fisting myself as Charlie watches me stroke myself, I tell him, “You like playing with my cock, but you don’t want me to fuck you with it. I love getting off in your mouth, but not enough to let you fuck me.”
“What’s wrong with us?” he asks.
“I dunno,” I answer with a shrug of my shoulders. “We don’t swing far enough on the bi-spectrum to let a man fuck us.”
“If you give it a try, you might like it,” Charlie says with a grin.
“Not gonna happen. Neither of us is probably gonna bend on this.”
“Yeah, you’re right,” he says with a sigh.
“But I’m willing to try sucking your cock,” I cave.
“Seriously?” he asks with both dark brows raised.
“Yeah. If you get your ass into Sky’s room.”
“Let’s fucking go. Why didn’t you tell me that sooner?” he asks before his ass is out the door and down the hallway. He closes himself in the bathroom for a few minutes, probably to brush his teeth like I’ve already done.
When he comes out, I follow him to the bedroom door, where he looks at me over his shoulder and says, “She’s still asleep.”
“She was up late last night. But I think we can wake her up.”
Slipping past him, I go around the bed and climb up on the left side that I’ve come to refer to as my side. Charlie gets in on his side, which is the way Sky happens to be curled up and facing.
“Wake up, sleepyhead,” I tell her as I give her hip a squeeze.
“Morning,” she eventually mumbles, and she doesn’t sound very enthusiastic about us waking her up.
“Do you want us to leave you alone?” Charlie asks her while glaring over her at me, most likely because I got him all worked up this morning with nowhere to go.
“No. No, stay,” Sky replies.
“Good,” I say in relief when I lean down to kiss her.
“Pickle breath,” she warns when she gives me her cheek. “Kiss Charlie instead,” Sky suggests.
Yeah, I’m pretty sure I know where he wants me to kiss him and it’s not his lips.
Even though he must be dying for a blowjob since neither of us has had sex in weeks, Charlie still reaches over Sky to grip the back of my head and bring my mouth to his.
I’m still not used to kissing a man. It’s so different from a woman, much more ferocious, but just as hot as our tongues battle for dominance. I love this sort of foreplay with Charlie, even though it only ever goes so far. I can’t help it. I get incredibly turned on by doing something I used to think was taboo with my best friend who I care about so damn much.
Needing to grind my dick against someone, and unsure if Sky is up for it yet, I force Charlie to his back and crawl over Sky to ride him. When he reaches between our bodies to squeeze our cocks together and stroke them, I nearly explode.
“Damn that feels good,” I groan. Glancing over at Sky, I see her roll over and watch us with a mixture of need and guilt on her face as she bites down on her bottom lip. And fuck, I want to be the one biting that lip while my hands roam over her sexy little body.
“Will you show us your tits, Sky?” I ask, even though I’m not sure if I can see them without touching. “It’s been too damn long since I’ve seen your beautiful breasts. I forgot how amazing they are.”
“God, yes. Please, Sky,” Charlie begs from underneath me. “Give the man what he wants so he’ll suck my dick.”
“You’re gonna…” Sky asks me with her eyes bugging in surprise.
“Oh yeah,” I assure her. “Just show us your tits and put your hand down in your panties. You do that, and I’ll suck him so hard that even you will come.”
Skyler whimpers with arousal, but then says, “I shouldn’t.”
“Yes, yes, you should,” Charlie tells her. “We won’t touch you. We’ll just look at you while you watch us. Please, Sky. I need his mouth so bad it hurts.”
I kiss him hard while our cocks leak on each other as he jerks them.
By the time I pull my mouth away to catch my breath, Sky is lying on her side facing us, naked except for her panties. As I start kissing my way down Charlie’s chest and stomach, her hand follows the same trail on her body. So, by the time I wrap my lips around his thick cock for the very first time, Sky’s lips are parted while she plays with her pussy. God, it’s so fucking hot seeing her get herself off because of what I’m doing to Charlie. And Charlie, well he’s thrashing around on the bed and cussing like a sailor who hasn’t had a mouth service him in years. I have to wrap my hand around the bottom half of his dick because he keeps trying to thrust deeper than I can take down my throat.
I taste his salty pre-cum on my tongue right away, but if anything, it only encourages me to suck him harder.
“Fuck, Ty,” he groans as he looks down at me, face pinched in agony. “I’m gonna come. Will you let me come?”
I know exactly what he means. He doesn’t want me to stop bobbing my head up and down his shaft until I’ve let him come in my mouth. To let him know I’m good where I’m at, and am willing to give this a try at least once, I swallow around his cock as hard as I can, like he does when he’s sucking my dick.
“Fuck! Oh fuck!” he shouts before I feel his thickness swell, then he’s unloading down my throat. He comes so hard, I eventually have to pull back and finish him off with my hand while I lick the excess from his shaft. “Jesus fuck, Ty,” Charlie grunts and groans like he’s dying, as he continues to roll his hips.
I’ve always loved to eat pussy because there’s nothing hotter than making a woman squirm in pleasure while screaming my name. Looks like I may very well be a fan of sucking cock too. Or at least Charlie’s.
“Thank you,” he chants over and over again, reminding me of the first time I went down on Sky and she was so grateful to me for making her feel
good. When I glance over at her, she’s pulling her hand from her panties.
“Did you get yourself off?” I ask her, and she nods.
“Now it’s my turn,” I say, as I crawl up between her and Charlie. Once I flop down on my back, I grab Sky’s hand that was in her panties and stick her fingers in my mouth to suck them clean. When they’re good and wet, I wrap her wet hand around my dick. Charlie reaches over and plays with my balls, so within two strokes, I explode. And fuck, the euphoric high feels so damn good that I may never come back down.
Chapter 35
Graham
I’m trying to concentrate on the world geography lecture, but it’s impossible. All I can think about is Sky. I’m worried about her after she got sick last night. At least it was just the one time. I know because I kept waking up to check on her. She went downstairs for a while, and when she came back, she didn’t curl up next to me. Instead, she stayed just out of reach, like when that stupid pool noodle used to be in our bed.
I can’t believe she’ll be leaving in just a week. I don’t want her to go, but how can I ask her to uproot her life for me? Over the next few months, I’ll be consumed by football, constantly traveling. I can’t ask her to move to North Carolina only to sit around an empty house and wait for me to come home at night. That’s not fair to her. Is it?
But what if I tell all of that to her and Sky still wants to stay, even through the football season? It’s worth a shot. And the sooner I talk to her, the better. I should’ve said all of this last night.
There’s an hour break between Geography and Sociology that I usually use to just study in the hallway, but today, I’m gonna hurry back to the house and talk to Sky. If she wants to do this, then she’ll need time to talk to her father and make arrangements, like transferring from Pace.
The house is quiet when I walk through the front door, telling me that everyone is still sleeping. I quietly take the stairs two at a time, so I don’t wake the guys…who are in my fucking bed with Skyler?