Page 184 of Double or Nothing

“I’ll go easy,” he says. “Real easy. I just want to be inside you.”

Alice reaches down for me, urging me back up her body until my face is just inches from hers. She kisses my mouth, her tongue dancing with mine as Jack’s dances with my asshole, and I’m the one in the middle. I’m the one with both the power and the submission, both at once.

What a stunning combination.

Alice whimpers as I line my dick back up against her slit. There’s no denying it, it’s going to be painful for her to accept my cock this morning. Just the same as it’s going to be painful for me to accept Jack’s.

“Don’t stop,” she whispers, as I hesitate. “I need this. I need you.”

I rub and rub against her, sweeps of lust overwhelmingly intense as Jack climbs up and works in tandem. In harmony. Sweeping his dick between my spread ass cheeks, slicked up nicely with his spit.

“Fuck,” I say as I push the head of my cock inside Alice, and she bites her lip with a groan. “Fuck,” I say again, with a groan of my own as Jack mirrors my action, pushing his swollen cock head inside my battered asshole.

We’re gentle with our actions. All of us. At odds with the usual poundings of lust and filth that have been consuming us for days. This is different. Very, very different.

Jack kisses my shoulder, gives me a nip of his teeth that isn’t jovial.

Possessive.

It’s all of us being possessive, not just me. All of us engulfed by a softer kind of need.

I can feel it.

Alien and stunning.

Jack bears his weight on my back until he’s close enough to Alice to kiss her over my shoulder. She’s open mouthed and horny for him as I ease inside her some more. Deeper. And then she kisses me, back and forth between us, with a softness in her gaze that makes my stomach lurch. Flutters. So many flutters.

I turn my head to Jack, and he kisses me without so much as a hint of his playboy teasing. His tongue is gentle. Breaths deep. All consuming.

Eight days.

The unspoken mantra is still silent in the room, but I bury it. I have to.

For once, I stop analysing where this is heading.

Alice’s happiness shines through as she accepts my cock into her savaged pussy, and Jack’s usual swagger softens into something unguarded and real. I can feel it. Sandwiched between them, I feel a warmth that is almost sacred.

I love Alice with all my soul, the history woven between us like veins of unfulfilled adoration. And there is no point denying it. Whatever I feel for Jack is growing too quickly to dismiss as recklessness. This isn’t just a casual hookup after the Kilby Club, continued for weeks on end. Right now, I belong to them both.

We all belong to each other.

It’s me who controls the thrusts, forward into Alice and back against Jack. My cock sinking deep into her pussy only to retreat backwards and spear my ass with Jack’s.

Jack doesn’t hurry me, and Alice doesn’t beg for more. There’s nothing but kissing and murmurs as I set the momentum.

It rises slowly, the power building like a brewing storm. Heavy clouds gathering without thunder or lightning.

It makes the joint climax so beautiful that no words could ever suffice. All three of us panting in unison. Foreheads resting together as we relax in the glow.

We really are a triptych, all of our own. As alive as the paintings in Alice’s studio.

That energy in itself is worth millions. It would be sacrilege for the hammer to drop for anything less.

If only the rest of the world could feel the truth.

The three of us take a shower in virtual silence, kissing under the cascade. Hands everywhere, mouths unstoppable, desperation binding us together.

When Alice drops to her knees and takes hold of our cocks, there is no swagger or cockiness from the man at my side. There is no sign of the vixen streak of Alice as the sucks us off, one after the other, then takes us both in her mouth until her cheeks strain.