Page 11 of Shared by My Roommate

Finn turns in Nolan’s lap, swinging a leg over to straddle him, and settles down onto him. He’s half-hard again already as he grinds his ass back against Nolan’s groin. Nolan’s head thumps back against the headboard, his hands flying to Finn’s waist.

“Fuck, Finn. You feel what you’re doing to me?”

“Yes,” Finn breathes, and rolls his hips again, and Nolan’s fingers dig into his waist.

Nolan’s eyes find mine. “Sawyer, come here.”

I’m so turned on I don’t question it. I cross the bed on my knees and come up behind Finn, chest to his back, and put my hands on his hips.

Nolan’s eyes go heavy-lidded and his mouth curves, and I realize this is what he wanted: both of us arranged around Finn like this.

“Hold on to him,” Nolan says as he starts grinding up into Finn in earnest. I can feel every thrust travel through Finn’s body into mine. Finn’s head falls back against my shoulder, and his arms come up and back, sliding into my hair. I hold his hips and help him move, my cock pressed against his lower back through my briefs.

“Gotta get these off,” Nolan grits out, and he lifts his hips and shoves his boxer briefs down.

His cock springs free, thick and flushed and slick at the tip, and then Finn sinks back down onto him and their cocks slide together. They groan in unison, a filthy blend that vibrates through all three of us.

“Oh, fuck,” Finn whimpers.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Nolan breathes.

I can’t stop looking over Finn’s shoulder at the two of them pressed together. Nolan’s is bigger, thicker, and they slide against each other as they roll their hips. My own erection throbs against Finn’s ass, and I rut against him shamelessly, pressing into his crease through my briefs.

Nolan kisses Finn again, deep and hungry. The kiss is wet and messy, and it goes on and on, and then Nolan breaks it.

“Kiss Sawyer.”

Finn twists in my arms. Up close, his eyes are blown black, his lashes clumped, his lips red and parted. He looks at me for half a second, and there’s something almost shy in it, and sweet, and then he leans in and kisses me. I groan into his mouth and kiss him back and bite down on his plump lower lip, tugging it gently.

My hands come up and find his nipples. I circle them with my thumbs, feeling them tighten, then roll them between my fingers and tug. Finn tears his mouth from mine and moans, his head dropping back.

“Oh, Sawyer, fuck—”

Nolan’s watching us as I keep playing with Finn, who squirms and grinds between us. Then I feel a shift and look down. Nolan has wrapped his hand around both their cocks, pressing them together in his fist, and he’s jerking them off together, slow and tight. Their heads slide against each other, and every stroke pulls a fresh gasp out of Finn and into my mouth.

“Keep kissing,” Nolan orders. “Don’t stop.”

His hand speeds up. I can feel the rhythm of it through Finn’s body, faster and faster, and Finn is whining now, his hips jerking between us.

“Fuck,” Nolan grunts. “Fuck, I’m close. I’m—”

His body locks up under us, his hips punching up, and a rough, guttural groan tears out of him as his cock pulses against Finn’s, his release flooding over their joined cocks and dripping down his fist. He keeps stroking them through it, squeezing, wringing every last pulse out of both of them, and Finn whimpers and shakes in my arms as he comes for the second time.

My own cock jerks against Finn’s ass, and I feel a hot spurt into my briefs. I grip Finn’s hips and hold myself still, riding the edge without going over. Fucking hell, I almost came in my underwear, just from watching them.

Finn sags back against me, breathing hard, his head lolling against my shoulder, and I wrap my arms around his chest and hold him up.

For a while, the room is nothing but panting while the three of us come down, tangled together in the dark. Nolan’s eyes are closed, his chest heaving, and Finn is pliant and warm in my arms.

I’m weirdly content despite being the only one who hasn’t come. I got so wrapped up in them that my own release became an afterthought. I figure I’ll slip off to the bathroom at some point, jerk myself off in thirty seconds flat, and be done with it, and that’ll be fine.

But then I realize Nolan is murmuring something. His lips are in Finn’s hair, and his voice is too low for me to catch the words, but it has that special cadence I’m learning to recognize.

Then Finn nods, slow, and turns around to face me.

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