Broken Compass

The thought for some reason makes my dick jump.

It hurts, my dick’s so sore, but the need is still there, coiled inside me like a chain of lead. Will it ever fade? I doubt it.

I try to recover, lying down and propping my cheek on my hand, as Nate moves behind West and rubs his cock on his ass. My dick gets a little more interested, perking up. I give it a squeeze.

This is whacked.

Then Nate grabs the lube from the nightstand, squirts some on his fingers, and pushes them into West’s ass.

A strangled cry leaves his lips and he lifts his head, eyes unfocused. “Nate.”

“You will take my dick.” Nate strokes and probes, and West’s body arches and bows. I’m watching, my hand moving on my dick, my mouth dry, my own ass clenching. “We close the circle today. I need it, West. I need you all.” His fingers push deeper. “Please.”

“Goddammit!” West is rocking back against those fingers buried deep inside him, face flushed. “Let’s do this.”

Syd sits up, her tits spilling from the cups of her bra, her eyes dark. “Nate, are you sure?”

“We need this, princess.” His eyes soften. “This is our beginning.”

“A ritual,” West breathes, and something in his face relaxes. Guy likes his rituals.

“A ceremony that binds us together.”

I frown at them, my brain sluggish. “What are we gonna do?”

“On your back, Kash.” Nate pulls away from West and shoves me with a hand on my chest until I’m lying down, my dick jutting up, hard and flushed. “Sydney, on top of him.”

West helps her, because her legs are trembling, lowers her on top of me—on top of my dick, and she moans as I sink inside her pussy that’s tight and hot and swollen from her need to come.

She’s gazing down at me, the green of her eyes swallowed by black, her cheeks red, and tits heavy, her nipples tight. My dick gives a jump of joy and she smiles.

Then she bends over me, placing her hands on either side of my head, and I manage to suck the tip of one breast into my mouth. Her mouth opens but nothing comes out. Her eyes widen.

West is pushing back into her, his broad shoulders golden behind her pale form. He buries his face in her neck and groans out loud, and that’s when I see Nate looming behind him, his face twisted with pleasure.

He’s fucking West, who’s fucking Sydney, who’s impaled on my cock, and now I understand what he meant by full circle. We’re all connected, moving together in one tangle of limbs and holes and cocks and pleasure.

Nate thrusts, rocking all of us, moans and groans filling the air. I release Syd’s nipple from my mouth so I can grab both her tits and stroke them in clumsy, uncoordinated motions. My brain’s fuzzy, the pleasure rolling through my body wiping out all thought. I don’t even know who is moving, who is thrusting—if I’m fucking Syd’s pussy or if her pussy is fucking my dick, if West’s cock is fucking my cock, if Nate’s fucking us all.

He probably is. Cocky bastard. And I can’t… can’t take it much longer. I shouldn’t be so ready to come again so soon, but every shift, every thrust, every moan is a power shot to my balls.

Fuck. I let go of Syd’s tits to grab her hips and buck up into her, my teeth gritting, my jaw clenching as it starts again, the sweet, sharp uncoiling of my release. Everything in me goes tight and bright, and I explode inside her, long moans scraping up my throat.

“Kash…” Sydney rides me harder, turning my moans into cries when her pussy clenches and squeezes my still jerking dick. “God, Kash…”

I grab her face and pull her down for a harsh kiss as her pussy works on sucking my balls dry, but we both shatter once more when Nate curses and shoves against us all as he comes, and West releases, too. His hard dick lurches inside Syd’s ass, pressing against the inner walls of her pussy, where I’m still trapped.

Oh fuck, oh fuck…

My balls ache, my dick burns, and still aftershocks tear through my entire body. I have my arms full of Syd, and the weight of West and Nate are on top of us.

And I don’t wanna move. Like, ever again, and I’m not only talking about my body. I’m talking about all of me, about my fucking heart. I don’t know what it is with sex that opens me up so completely, that takes away all hiding places and lets me admit things I normally wouldn’t.

I’m not leaving. I can’t ever leave. I belong here, with these two guys and this amazing girl, in this huge bed, with all the possibilities and all the emotions between us.

And as we tumble onto the bed, laughing and rearranging ourselves in another formation, with Syd between us, West behind me, and Nate on her other side, I think again that the pain connecting us, our pain, is not everything, not anymore. There’s so much more between us now.

There’s lust and concern, affection and so much love, it fucking slays me. I soak it in every day, and it’s never enough, never too much. This give and take, this push and pull, this trust and understanding.