by Ophelia Bell
I cried out and arched my back, barely aware of Andre’s strong arms catching me and holding me while my hips bucked against Ben’s mouth. I clutched at Ben’s head, holding him tight against me while I rode out the pulsing waves of ecstasy. I went limp as the powerful tremors of my orgasm faded, but didn’t release him for a moment. His lips moved and I jerked against him, my flesh oversensitized from his attention. He made a muffled sound, the vibration of it making my pussy quiver, then I realized he was asking if he could stop.
My hands shook when I let them fall away from Ben’s head. He sat back on his heels and swiped his hand down over his lips to remove the glistening evidence of my climax.
“C’mere,” Andre said gruffly, hooking Ben with one large hand and pulling him into a hard, hungry kiss. Andre sank his tongue into Ben’s mouth with such abandon it made my pussy quiver again. He was tasting me on my brother’s tongue, and Ben seemed happy to share.
Their needy moans refreshed my addled mind enough to remember my promise to Ben earlier that day. I shifted off Andre’s lap and went straight for Ben’s belt buckle, tugging it loose and unfastening his jeans in a rush. A second later I had the head of his cock between my lips and both hands circling the length of him.
“Oh, Jesus, yes,” Ben muttered. He leaned back and gazed down at me.
I paused long enough to smile up at him. “A bet’s a bet, right?”
He just stared at me, dazed. I pressed a hand into the center of his smooth, toned chest and he fell back as I bent and teased my tongue along the underside of his cock, then took him fully into my mouth, letting his cock slide as deep as I could take him.
With my ass aimed at Andre I doubted it would take long for him to take advantage, and I wasn’t wrong. I felt him move on the sofa behind me and a second later his dark track pants flew over my head, landing halfway over Ben’s enraptured face. His jock strap followed a second later.
“I’m gonna fuck this pretty pussy of yours now, Kitty Kat. You ready for me?”
I “mhmed” around Ben’s cock, then drew out the hum as I pulled my lips back along the length of him, sucking just a little harder at his foreskin-covered head. Ben tensed and let out an incoherent moan when I pushed back the skin and slid my tongue around his glistening, pink tip before sinking back down again until the head of his cock pressed against the back of my throat.
“She’s so ready for you to fuck her,” Ben offered helpfully in a stilted, breathless voice, followed up by, “Oh fuck yeah, Kat. That’s so good.”
Andre’s grip of my hips was the only warning of his impending entry and he wasted no time. His hot cock brushed up along my slit once before he buried himself hilt-deep, thrusting hard enough to send my mind spinning. I groaned and had to pause sucking Ben until I caught my bearings again and acclimated to the thrusting rhythm of the massive shaft I’d just been impaled with.
Ben’s tongue was always a delight to have buried in my snatch. He had a particular knack for knowing exactly what would get me off. Andre had a little less finesse with his cock, but he didn’t need it. All he needed to do was show up hard, as far as I was concerned, and I was flying. And when he coupled his relentless thrusting into my pussy with a finger or two circling my tight asshole, then sinking beyond that barrier, it was all I could do not to lose track of what I was doing with my mouth.
Ben chose that moment to hold the sides of my head and thrust up into my mouth with one rough jerk of his hips. He let out a shaky moan as his cum hit the back of my tongue with his salty-sweet flavor. I closed my eyes and held onto him for another moment while I swallowed, then let him slip away. I grabbed the cushion he’d been leaning against and buried my face in it, happy to have nothing else to think about but enjoying the rough penetration of Andre’s cock. Soon there was another hand between my thighs, fingertips finding my swollen clit and rubbing in perfect small circles.
They were definitely making up for our interrupted morning fun. I came even harder the second time and relished the primal sounds Andre made as my clenching muscles pulled him over with me. His fingertips dug bruisingly into my hips and I felt his body hunch over mine as his hips thrust with rapid succession and my pussy milked his cock to its limit.
His hot breath hit my shoulder and his hands slid up my sides, arms curling around my torso. He pulled me upright into a tight embrace, his softening cock still buried inside me.
“I love you so much,” he said, his voice tight from emotion.
We stayed like that for another moment, still buzzed and coming down from the high of our combined release. Ben flopped back down in front of me, naked and flushed with his beer in one hand. He tilted the bottle back and guzzled it until it was empty.
“Time to drown our sorrows in alcohol now that we’re finished drowning them in Kat’s snatch,” he said, plunking his empty bottle back down on the table amid the others.
Andre released me and I melted into the crook of Ben’s outstretched arm, pressing my cheek against his shoulder and curling my legs up onto the sofa. A brown bottle seemed to float into my field of vision, condensation glistening on its surface and the scent of hops wafting from it. I accepted the beer with a grateful smile at Andre and sighed when he sat down on the other side of me, resting a warm hand atop my hip.
“Hey, man, you never told us who signed you,” Ben said. “We should probably be drinking champagne now, shouldn’t we?”
“Beer’s bubbly enough,” Andre said. “And don’t you think it’s a little bittersweet to be celebrating like that? I like this brand of celebration better.”
I shifted around so that my back was propped against Ben’s side and I could stretch my legs across Andre’s lap.
“So, exactly where are we going to be visiting you?” I asked, my stomach flip-flopping at the reminder that he’d be absent after tomorrow. I tamped down the thought of my own departure the day after. Hopefully I’d be able to remain in denial for one more day before it became a reality.
Andre nodded as he swallowed his beer. “Washington,” he said, his blue eyes sparkling with pride.
I blinked at him, a sudden surge of hope rushing through me, but I buried it before I could let myself be disappointed if his answer to my next question wasn’t the one I desperately wanted.
Cautiously, I said, “Washington … as in Seattle or as in … ?”
“D.C., baby!” he replied with a wide grin.
“Huh,” Ben said, as if the detail was only of passing interest.
I sat there with my mouth hanging open trying to decide if I wanted to punch Andre or kiss him.
Ultimately I gave in to my excitement and launched myself at Andre. I mashed my mouth on his in a sloppy kiss, then yelled at him. “You ass! Why the fuck didn’t you say so? Guess where my asshole of a stepmother’s sending me?”
Andre’s eyes widened as he caught my hint. “Seriously? Oh, baby, you have no idea how happy that makes me.”
I threw my arms around his neck, elated at the change in circumstance.
Ben cleared his throat. “Ah … I’m still sitting right here. Love of your lives. Who the two of you are abandoning.”
A tiny chill passed through me at his tone. I’d never heard him so melancholy before, and I had the abrupt impression that I’d fucked up somehow, but I had no idea what I’d done wrong. Andre tensed beneath me. We shared a brief glance then looked at Ben.
Ben stood up and gathered his discarded clothes, the scowl on his face plain enough to make my heart hurt as he passed by us and went inside without a backward glance.
Chapter 6
When Andre and I ventured inside, Ben was apparently locked in his own room. The room he’d never used during the entire time we’d lived here. I hesitated outside the master bedroom. Every single night for the past six months the three of us had slept in that huge bed together. I’d grown comfortable with the arrangement. Simply knowing there was an attentive man whom I loved dearly to embrace me when I climbed in was enough. Knowing the two of them
tended to snuggle as much with each other as they did with me just made it all the more beautiful.
The beauty had dimmed a bit tonight, however. I stood staring at the closed door to the room Ben used for everything but sex and sleep. I’d never seen the door closed before. I started to knock but Andre stopped me.
“Let him be. He’ll come around.”
I gazed up at Andre, anxious and a little desperate. “Are you sure? When we were kids he could sulk for days.”
Andre only shrugged. “I’ve never fought with him. I have no idea. Go in if you think it will help.”
Did Ben need to be alone or was he crying out for attention now? Whatever it was, I wanted desperately to fix it.
I took a chance and knocked.
“Ben? Can we talk?”
No answer. I knocked again.
“Ben, please talk to us.”
Still no response. I was on the verge of camping out against the door, but Andre tugged me toward the other room and subdued me with his gentle touch. I buried my face against his chest again, my stomach still tied up in knots. I would be close to Andre during the coming year, which was no small consolation, but I ached for Ben. Over the time we’d been together I’d learned enough about him to know he didn’t do well by himself. Our various schedules frequently meant the three of us could be apart for days at a time, only managing to find time together late at night. And when not even a night together was possible, Ben would sink into a dark, sullen mood until we could find time to be together.
“For how long?” I asked, tilting my head up to look at Andre. “How long can he live without us?”
He leaned back and glanced toward the door. “I don’t know, but it’s killing me.”
I eventually fell asleep in spite of my mind churning through all my worries and anxiety over moving so soon. When I woke up Andre was gone and I panicked briefly, worried that he’d left already. My heartbeat finally settled after a moment. He wouldn’t have left without saying goodbye, of that I was at least certain.
Voices carried down the hallway and through the cracked bedroom door. They were mostly low, but every so often Ben’s strident tone would reach my ears, alternating with Andre’s deep, even voice. Ben still sounded upset. I got out of bed and threw on one of Andre’s discarded t-shirts, then edged my way down the hallway until I was close enough to hear them without interrupting.
“Don’t you dare say you’re going to stay for me, Andre. Yes, I hate you both for going. I feel betrayed. Maybe not by you … by the football league. By my mother. By the fucking universe for all I know. By my own goddamn heart. Just leave already so I can get on with getting over you, all right?”
“Ben…” Andre began.
“Enough! It’s bad enough that I have to have this conversation twice. I’m done.”
I heard a rustling sound followed by footsteps and then a door slammed. The sound of it reverberated through my body, amping up my anxiety again. I edged my way around the corner to see Andre leaning against the kitchen counter, head bowed and shoulders slumped in defeat. He looked desperate and near tears when he looked up at me.
“I tried,” he said, and gave me a weak shrug.
“I know,” I said, hesitating to go to him after all the things Ben had said. The truth was, I felt like I was betraying him, too, even though Andre and I didn’t exactly have a choice. Neither did Ben, short of sabotaging his college degree. We were all in the same impossible situation. Choosing each other would mean compromising our ideals. Choosing school or career meant compromising our relationship. While I desperately wanted to believe we could survive a year apart, Ben’s reaction made me doubt my convictions for the first time.
“You have another day with him,” Andre said, a half-hopeful look in his eyes. “Try to get him to come around.”
I only nodded.
“I know,” Andre said, followed by a rueful chuckle. “He’s got it in that gorgeous blond head of his that the world is ending. Not much will talk him out of that idea.”
“His world is ending. And so is ours.” My voice cracked and I struggled to keep the emotions tamped down, otherwise I’d end up a crying mess again.
Andre let out a little strangled sound and abruptly stepped toward me and wrapped me in his arms.
As it was, Ben didn’t return that day. I said a tearful goodbye to Andre that afternoon and then focused on packing. The next morning my dad showed up to drive me to the airport. I barely heard anything he said to me, though I sensed some kind of unsaid apology in his words. It just pissed me off more, but I didn’t say anything. With Andre now on the other side of the country, I felt split, and I doubted staying in Los Angeles would have helped me or Ben remain whole. The prospect wasn’t any more likely once I got to D.C., either.
I was helpless now, and all I could do was simply hope that a year apart wouldn’t destroy what the three of us had together.
When I heard Dad say Ben’s name, I tore my attention away from the the scenery along the freeway.
“What did you say?”
“Ben’s moving home I guess. He said something about your roommate—what was his name?”
“Andre.”
“Yeah. Ben said he moved away, too. That’s a shame, he seemed like a good guy.”
“Did he tell you where Andre moved to?” I asked.
Dad shook his head. We’d reached the airport so I said nothing else until he pulled up to the curb outside the terminal. With all my luggage on a cart, we finally paused and I gave my dad a hug goodbye.
“D.C.,” I said as we pulled apart. Dad gave me a quizzical look. “That’s where Andre moved to. You can tell Linette. In fact, please do tell her exactly that because Ben probably won’t and I’d really like her to know.” I had a distinctly bitter taste in my mouth remembering my stepmother’s threat. Getting the last word only gave me the tiniest bit of satisfaction, however.
Dad’s expression clouded. There were so many little things left unsaid between us, but as long as Linette had a hold on him, nothing I said would make it through. He nodded, his face grim as he turned to get back into his car.
“Daddy?” I called just before his head dipped below the car’s roof.
“What is it, Katie?”
My heart surged at his old nickname for me. Maybe the sweet guy I remembered from before Mom died and Linette took her place was still in there somewhere. I wished I could figure out how to get him to admit what Linette had done without confessing things I didn’t want him to know. There was one thing I could tell him, though.
“Tell Ben I love him.”
“I will. Have a safe trip.”
Silently I vowed that if we made it through the next year, I’d do whatever it took to keep the three of us together.
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