Broken Compass

“We look like we’re about to race,” I say, grimacing as the need coils behind my balls, making my cock throb, swollen and heavy in my hand. “Shit.”

“Maybe we are.” His hand is speeding up again, his face tightening. “Go for it.”

And just as I think this is it, he straightens, pulling his hand off the wall and curling it around my neck. I think he’ll kiss me but he only tugs me closer, until I turn and face him. He grips my shoulder and thrusts against me, his cock sliding against my stomach with precum and water, my dick thrusting right beside it.

It’s crazy, and hot. I gasp, glancing up at his face, and find his eyes half-closed, focused on our dicks and hands as we rut against each other.

He’s controlling this, controlling how we stand, how we move. He’s not taking the choi

ce from me, or forcing me into anything, but it’s clear he needs to be in charge, and if that’s what he needs, he’s got it.

And then he does kiss me, and I lose it. As his teeth scrape over my lips, we come all over each other’s chests. The pleasure wrecks me, pulsing through me like a deadly star, burning me and remaking me from scratch.

What the hell are we doing?

“We’re all in this together,” Nate whispers, and the fog in my mind clears.

Because he’s right. This is what it is. We’re closing the circle. Or we’re trying to, though one of us is missing. I wonder if we’ll ever be complete without him.

Looks like we don’t have a choice.

“Hey, boys…” Sydney climbs on the bed between us at some point in the night. She molds herself to our naked bodies, all warm, bare flesh. “Touch me,” she whispers. “I missed you.”

Her soft tits press against my back, and I turn and take her in my arms.

“Hot damn, yeah. We should always sleep naked.”

“Then we’d never get any sleep,” she whispers, and I chuckle, still half-asleep and getting hard as I map her curves with my hands and feel her rub against my dick.

“Sleep is overrated,” Nate says, molding his body to Sydney’s back, his hands sliding over mine, cupping her tits. “When you can have sex, always have sex.”

“Wise,” she murmurs, her voice catching on a moan. “I want you. God… both.”

I reach down, between her smooth legs, and find her pussy hot and wet. It’s driving me crazy. “Nate, talk to us. She’s soaked and—”

She kisses me, stopping my words, lifting a leg over mine so that my dick rubs against her folds. We both moan.

“Damn, that’s fucking hot.” Nate is jacking off, his eyes where our bodies are moving together. “Shit.”

Sydney pulls back, gives me a brilliant smile, then twists around and loops her arms around Nate, kissing him.

There’s a second of stillness, and I hold my breath, afraid Nate won’t stand it, that he’ll panic.

But he reaches up, grips her head and kisses her back, hard.

Relieved, I put my hands on her again, stroking her, my dick fully hard now, sliding against her round ass. Man, I want into that ass. Would she let me?

As if hearing my thoughts, she moans and rocks back. “Want you, West,” she whispers. “And Nate. Need you so bad.”

“You got us,” Nate says, and then he’s lifting her leg and stroking her pussy. “I have to get inside you. I can’t fucking wait any longer.”

My cock throbs, hard as fuck. “Together.”

Nate groans. “Yeah.”

“Then fuck her, man. What are you waiting for? You ready for this, girl?”

She moans in reply as I rub her wet pussy, spreading her juices to her ass and pushing a finger inside. She’s so tight. A tight fit.