While I go and refill the glass, Trevor throws some show on Netflix. “Have you guys eaten anything?” he asks.
“I had something before the funeral, but that was a while ago,” I glance at Veronica, “And I know that’s more than she’s had. She’s probably got nothing but vodka and water in her stomach.”
“I’m not hungry,” she protests.
I don’t think I’ve seen her eat anything since the day we went shopping, and I haven’t missed the hollowness of her face and the way her clothes hang looser on her frame.
“Well, I am,” Trevor says, “So I’m going to order food. And if it just so happens that I order a ton of extra food and need some help eating it, I’m sure you two will be helpful houseguests and aid me in that.”
I snicker and Veronica rolls her eyes. “Yeah. Sure,” she replies drily.
He wanders off to order food and I sit down on the couch next to Veronica. She surprises me by leaning into me, laying her head on my shoulder. “Thank you,” she whispers.
“For what?” I ask her.
“Coming to my rescue. Bringing me here. Everything. You and Trevor have been there for me more than anyone else I know through all of this, besides Keith.”
“That’s what I’m here for,” I say with a shrug.
“Except that it’s not,” she says, shaking her head, “You have no obligation to take care of me, you’ve just kept doing it because that’s how you are.”
“I’m not some kind of saint, Veronica,” I laugh, “You make it sound like such a big deal.”
“It is to me,” she says softly.
I reach down and lace my fingers through hers, giving her hand a comforting squeeze. I don’t really know what to say, but she squeezes back, and I get the message that the gesture was communication enough.
“Ok, so food should be here in about 20 minutes,” Trevor says as he walks back into the room.
I start to pull my hand from Veronica’s and immediately know that it was a mistake, as the movement draws Trevor’s eye right to where our fingers are still interlocked, even as she lifts her head from my shoulder.
I don’t really know how serious they are together; they’ve only been on a few dates, but there’s still a flash of jealousy on his face, and he lifts an eyebrow as his gaze meets mine.
I simply shrug. I don’t know how to explain it away, even though my intentions were only to comfort her. And maybe there’s a little part of me that kind of enjoys seeing him being the jealous on for a change.
He sits down on Veronica’s other side and slides an arm around her shoulders, pressing a kiss to her cheek. I get the “Back Off” message loud and clear, but that stubborn, petty part of me rears its ugly head. How is that fair? He doesn’t want you, but no one else can have you, either?
So rather than pulling away like I’d planned, I opt instead to simply adjust my grip and leave my fingers interlocked with Veronica’s.
She doesn’t seem to notice the silent war raging on either side of her, instead letting her attention drift to whatever show is on the screen.
And I realize what an ass I’m being. He’s my best friend, and even if he weren’t, Veronica would still be out of my reach. Right?
Chapter 9
Veronica
I feel guilty, being happy right now. For a multitude of reasons. I try and blame the alcohol, but the truth is that the haze is fading, and the way I’m feeling has far more to do with the fact that I’m sandwiched between Jackson and Trevor.
Jackson’s fingers are threaded between mine, and even in this innocent gesture of comfort, the heat of his flesh stirs confusing, conflicted feelings in me.
And then on my other side, Trevor. His arm is around me, and the warmth of his body against my side has my nipples firmly at attention.
I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life, and at the same time, I’m ashamed with myself.
The doorbell rings after a while and Trevor rises to go answer it, taking a few bills from his wallet and swapping them for the boxes of pizza in the delivery boy’s hands.
My stomach churns. I haven’t eaten in days, and I know I need to, but my appetite is gone, leaving instead an unpleasant hollow gurgling inside me.
Trevor retrieves paper plates from the kitchen and plunks everything down on the coffee table. He doesn’t say anything, merely opens the box and takes a slice for himself. He settles back on the couch, leaving the box open, and I have to admit, the aroma is mouthwatering. Jackson grabs a slice of his own, and I catch an even more intense whiff.
I don’t look at either one of them as I lean forward and scoop a small slice onto a paper plate, but I can practically feel the delight rolling off of Trevor, like I’m a baby bird he’s nursing back to health or something.
I try to ignore that feeling while I take a bite. I expect my stomach to lurch in protest, but to my surprise, somehow this feels like exactly what I needed.
Together, the three of us polish off an entire pizza, and the guys even make a dent into a second. The food starts improving my drunken state even more, and I’m feeling pretty clear-headed by the time the two of them start cleaning up and Trevor goes to put away the food.
When I offered to help, I got glared at.
I have to admit, though, at least physically, I feel better than I have in days. There’s a faint headache lingering, but I don’t think it’s going to worsen into a full-fledged hangover, and I feel a little more steady on my feet now.
But now that the buzz of the liquor is ebbing away, the grief begins to come creeping back in. I stare at the screen, but I might as well be staring at a brick wall. The weight of my emotions press on my chest, constricting me in a vice grip until I can’t stand it anymore, I feel like I can’t breathe.
I spring to my feet, startling the hell out of both of them. “Whoa,” Jackson searches my face, his brow furrowed in concern, “You ok?”
“I can’t stand this,” I whisper, screwing my eyes shut, “I can’t stand being in my own head right now.”
“What can we do?” Trevor asks.
“I don’t know. Just…distract me somehow,” I beg.
The two of them exchange a look, and I don’t know what to expect, but I’m sure as hell not expecting Trevor to suddenly lunge at Jackson and kiss him.
Well…that works as a distraction, I guess.
What’s even more surprising is Jackson’s reaction to it. Rather than shoving him off or reacting with surprise, he takes it in stride and responds in kind. Trevor’s hair is just long enough for Jackson to thread his fingers through and grip, keeping the other man pressed tightly to him.
The sight is certainly enough to halt the vice grip of grief from crushing my chest. And in fact, it stirs a whole new feeling inside me. Watching the two of them making out like a pair of horny teenagers is even more of a turn-on than it was to simply be sitting there soaking in the heat of their touch.
When they finally break apart, both of the are breathing heavily. “So…feeling distracted?” Trevor asks hoarsely, his eyes still glued to Jackson.
“A little bit,” I murmur.
Jackson looks at me and gestures for me to come closer. When I do, he rises to his feet, dangerously close, and my breath catches. “I think we can find another way to distract you,” he murmurs, brushing my hair from my face.
I know it’s only a few seconds, but when he leans down to kiss me, the drumroll feels like it goes on forever, until I think I can’t stand another moment of anticipation. But when his mouth closes over mine, it sears through me like lava, filling my veins and pumping through every inch of my body, turning me into a molten, helpless puddle.
The kiss could have lasted a second, it could have lasted an hour, but either way, I’m not ready when he pulls away from me. Until I’m spun into Trevor’s arms and suddenly feel the heat of another mouth on mine. Trevor’s kiss is different, gentler, but every bit as sweet, and I feel like I’m falling.
This is better than the liquor
. This is so much better than feeling numb. I feel alive, on fire, electric. And when Trevor’s hands make their way to the zipper at the nape of my neck, I’m ready.
My dress falls away, and with it, the last remaining scrap of my inhibition.
My fingers make their way to the buttons on Trevor’s shirt and I shove it over his shoulders, throwing it on the floor. Jackson unsnaps the hooks of my bra and Trevor pulls the straps down my shoulders, letting my breasts spill out into his waiting hands.
His thumbs brush over my pebble-hard nipples and my head falls back, a low moan tumbling from my throat.
And while Trevor teases my nipples, Jackson reaches around my waist and slips a hand into the waistband of my panties. A long, probing finger delves between my folds and I let out a gasp, my legs trembling.
I’m sure my knees are going to give out, but before I can voice the concern, the two of them tug me down onto the couch.
I reach down and struggle with the zipper on Trevor’s pants for a moment before getting the thing down, then I reach into his boxers and draw his erection out through the fly.
I wrap my hand around it, satiny skin over hard steel, and give him a few long, languid strokes. Jackson’s hand is still down the front of my panties and his finger brushes over my clit, making my cry out in pleasure.
“That’s right, baby, let me hear you,” he croons, hitting that spot again.
Another cry escapes me and heat pools in my abdomen as the pleasure builds. My hand works in uneven, stuttering passes down the length of Trevor’s shaft as my body trembles.
Trevor leans over to kiss me while I’m jacking him off and Jackson is continuing to finger me, and his nimble fingers work filthy magic on my aching nipples.
A finger delves into my pussy and Jackson’s thumb continues to stroke and tease my clit. “Oh, fuck,” I whimper, feeling that coil of pleasure inside me building and getting more intense, waiting.
Trevor’s mouth moves away from mine and ventures down my neck, leaving a trail of kisses down my collarbone and over the curve of my breast until he reaches my nipple. His tongue darts out and flits over the sensitive little bud before he wraps his lips around it. The heat of his mouth enveloping the tender flesh is almost overwhelming, and coupled with Jackson’s pumping fingers, it’s just enough to send me toppling over the edge into a shuddering climax.
While I’m still riding out my release on Jackson’s fingers, Trevor disappears down the hall for a moment, returning with a long strip of condoms in hand.
He gives me a searching look, and I don’t have to speak a word for him to read exactly what I want in my eyes. I need this; need them both.
Trevor tears a foil packet off of the strip and rolls the latex down over his shaft. “Stand up,” Jackson orders.
When I do, he whisks my panties down my hips. I can still see the fingers of his right hand gleaming with droplets of my own arousal. He sees me looking and brings the fingers to his mouth, licking them clean without breaking eye contact.
I can’t help myself, the sight makes me fucking crazy. I reach for his belt and make quick work of the thing before unzipping his pants and sinking down onto my knees. Drawing his cock out of his pants, I lean down and wrap my lips around the flared head.
The tip of his cock is already beaded with precum, and the salty taste of him floods my tongue. He lets out a low groan and I sink down lower, taking more of him between my lips.
While I do, Trevor lifts my hips, and I use a hand to prop myself up, arching my back to give him access to my pussy.
He runs his hands over the curve of my ass, giving it a gentle squeeze before letting one hand roam lower, between my parted thighs. His finger slides easily through my slick folds and he plunges it into my cunt.
A muffled moan escapes me and I take Jackson even further into my mouth, wondering just how much more of him I’ll be able to handle. I’m not exactly a complete novice or anything, but the way these two are hung is more than a little intimidating.
A second finger delves into my pussy and Trevor works them in and out of me slowly. I wrap my other hand around the base of Jackson’s cock, stroking what I can’t fit in my mouth as I slowly start to bob my head.
I take as much of him into my mouth as I can, trying to suppress my gag reflex and sucking in air through my nose. Taking it slow, I work my way down a little further with every bob until I realize the tip of my nose is nearly brushing his pelvis when I sink down.
Maybe my oral skills are better than I thought. I didn’t know deep-throating was something I was even capable of, let alone with a cock this size.
I feel the loss of Trevor’s fingers inside me and a little whimper escapes me. If my mouth weren’t full, I’d be begging him not to stop, to put his hand back. But I don’t have to plead. He lines up his sheathed cock at my entrance and slowly slides into me.
My fingers dig into the carpet as his manhood fills me, stretching my inner walls. The only sounds I can make are choked little sounds of pleasure, but they grow louder and louder when he starts to move.
Jackson’s fingers thread through my hair and his hips buck slightly, thrusting his cock between my lips. My throat tries to constrict in protest, but I take a few deep breaths, willing myself to relax and let him fuck my mouth.
“Oh, fuck yes,” Jackson groans, “That’s right, baby, suck it.”
I eagerly obey, the sounds of his pleasure making my clit throb. Trevor’s thrusts quicken and I hear a feral growl of pleasure tear out of his throat.
“Fucking rail her,” I hear Jackson tell him, “Pound her tight little pussy, I want to watch you make her scream.”
“Oh, God, it’s so fucking tight,” Trevor groans, “She feels so fucking good.”
He drives into me harder, the slap of skin echoing through the room with every thrust. I feel another climax building inside me and I can hear my muffled cries getting louder and faster until finally, the explosion wracks me and I shatter into a million pieces, my whole world reduced to bone-shaking pleasure and my vision diminished to a tiny pinhole of light.
While I’m coming down, Trevor pulls out, and Jackson gently tugs my hair, lifting me off of him, his erection slick and shiny with my saliva.
“Pass me one?” he asks Trevor.
I’m still so wrapped up in everything, I’m confused for a moment and wonder what the hell he’s talking about, until Trevor passes him a little foil square.
He tears it open and rolls the condom down his length, then crooks his finger. I rise on shaky legs and he stands as well, gesturing for me to lie on the couch. When I do, he parts my thighs and kneels between them. “Ready?”
I nod, and he guides the tip into position. Suddenly seized with worry, I glance over at Trevor, trying to gauge his response. He’s watching with a carnal hunger in his eyes, and he reaches down, stroking himself while he watches.
Slowly, Jackson sinks inside me, and I feel my body stretching and yielding to his shape just as it did with Trevor’s. He fills me to the hilt and a soft mewl of pleasure tears from my throat. “Holy shit, Jackson,” I gasp, my nails, digging into his back.
He starts to move inside me, slow and steady, and every stroke brings delicious friction. Trevor disappears down the hall again, but honestly, I hardly even notice, lost in the pleasure cresting over me.
When he returns, Jackson’s pace slows, and a soft whine of protest tumbles from my lips involuntarily. I open my eyes to see what’s going on and see that Trevor is positioned behind Jackson, and I hear the soft, wet sounds of lube being applied. I watch Jackson’s face as Trevor’s lubed up fingers work inside him, stretching him and prepping him. When he finally enters him, the look of bliss in his expression is almost enough to make me cum again.
But that doesn’t happen until a few moments after, when Jackson speeds back up once more. It doesn’t take long before another orgasm rips through me and makes me scream, my pussy clamping down around Jackson’s shaft like a vice and making him groan.
Trevor continues to slam into him from behind, driving him into me with every thrust, and the pleasure is unlike anything I’ve ever felt.
Their breathing grows quicker, heavier, and after a few more moments, I feel a surge of heat as Jackson spills his load into the condom between us. And judging by the shout and sharp thrust of Trevor’s hips, he’s toppling over the edge into bliss, too.
After they pull out, they both sit up on the couch, chests heaving as all of us try and catch our breath.
Despite all the excitement, I suddenly feel the exhaustion of the day setting in, and I can’t help but yawn. “Come on,” Trevor murmurs, reaching for my hand, “Let’s get you to bed.”
“Wow, Round 2 already?” I ask through another yawn.
Jackson laughs. “You wish, sleepyhead.”
Chapter 10
Trevor
I wake up with an unfamiliar weight slung across my chest, and the room feels stiflingly hot. When I can finally muster the willpower to force my eyes open, the events of the night before fall back into place.
Not only had I slept with Veronica last night, but I’d fucked Jackson, too. The weight across my chest is his arm, and the familiar scent of his seizes me with the same familiar longing.
What does this mean? Obviously I’m not gay, given Veronica’s involvement of the night before, but clearly the feelings I’ve been trying to push aside aren’t going away.
I carefully lift Jackson’s arm and slide out from under it, grateful for what a heavy sleeper he is.
I get up out of bed and turn to look. My movement didn’t wake Jackson, and Veronica is still sleeping soundly, curled behind him. She looks peaceful and sweet, but suddenly, I’m hit with a wash of guilt. Even if she’d sobered up by the time we were fooling around, I still felt like I had inadvertently taken advantage of her vulnerability. Alcohol or not, she’s going through a lot right now, and now I was throwing her into this complicated, fucked-up mess, and I feel like an asshole.
Not that I feel any better for doing it to Jackson, either. Until I figured out where the fuck I stood, how could I lead him on like this?
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