Broken Compass

It’s good, but I can’t stand much of it. Someone I can’t see, a guy, touching me. I’m getting better at letting it happen, at trusting, but not… not yet.

I move away from West, away from Kash, and pull Sydney to me. She smiles up at me, and suddenly I need to be inside her so bad I can’t stand it. We’ve all been through a lot in the past years, and everything’s good now, but she makes it better – every day, every night.

I don’t wanna let go of West completely, though, not even when panic teases the edges of my vision, of my logic. I can never let go of this guy, and he knows it. The moment I reach for him, he’s right by my side, now and always.

He molds himself to Sydney’s back, reading my desire easily, as I slip my fingers through her hair, lifting it so he can kiss her neck.

“Nate…” she whispers breathlessly, her gaze shifting to Kash who’s straining against his bonds, and back to me. “I want you.”

“Of course you do. I’m too sexy for my body.”

She grins and runs her hands over my chest. “You are. So fuck me like you mean it, sexy.”

Have I mentioned she drives me crazy? With lust, with happiness. I feel drunk as I twist her long curls around one fist and haul her against me.

“Careful what you ask for, girl.”

“I trust you,” she whispers, and fuck, she’s shredding my control.

“You’re gonna get all of me,” I promise.

“And this ass is mine.” West kisses her neck and strokes her pussy, making her whimper. “Damn, you’re so wet.”

Kash produces an agonized sound. “You’re trying to kill me.”

Sydney licks her lips, her gaze dipping again to his cock, her eyes dark. “I want…”

“You’ll ride Blondie in a bit.” I grip her chin, turn her gaze back to me. “After you’ve come on my cock.”

Kash curses and pulls on the leather belt. I have a moment of concern that he’ll hurt himself, but then he stills, gaze intent on us when West grabs her hip with one hand, and starts stroking her pussy harder with the other. Sometime in there he gets some lube from the nightstand, the tube lying on the bed beside us.

“Mine,” West breathes as she whimpers and leans against me, letting him open her up. “All of you guys are mine.”

His words are a shot of hot need straight to my dick, a brush of something warm against my heart. “West…”

“You,” he tells me, his eyes locked on my face, “are mine.”

I am. I’m his, and Sydney’s, and Kash’s. I belong to them, and they belong to me, and it’s fucking beautiful.

I kiss Syd, and her hands scrabble against my biceps, her nails digging into my skin, her soft tits pressing to my chest again. I love the feel of the contrast between her lush, velvety tits and their hard, excited points. I kiss the sweetness of her mouth, her short breaths, the scent of her arousal, and press my hard-on against her stomach.

It takes an effort to break the kiss and wrestle back some control into myself. “West.”

“Sir, yessir.”

Bastard. A hot bastard who owns me body, heart and soul. “Hurry, will you? Can’t hold back much longer.”

He grins and rocks his hips forward, dark hair raised in small spikes, cheeks flushed. Then he dips his face and his eyes flutter closed. “Fuck…”

“Oh God.” Her mouth falls open when he pushes his dick into her pretty ass. She loves it when we take her together, loves feeling both of us inside her, but it’s always intense, and we slow down, to make sure it’s good for her. “Nate…”

“I’m right here,” I soothe her, struggling to stop myself from shoving my cock into her sweet pussy right away. “Breathe, girl.”

She whines, and I gather her against me as West drives his dick deeper into her, his hands on her hips, steadying her. His face is a study in concentration and pleasure, his jaw clenched, his eyes heavy-lidded, his powerful chest cut in beautiful, stark lines.

Finally he’s in, and he glances up, his eyes unfocused with arousal as he pulls her back on his lap. “Nate.”

I don’t need to be told twice. I swipe my thumb between her legs, over her hard clit, and lower, where she’s wet and flushed, where West’s cock fills her ass. Swiping back up, I dip my thumb into her hot, throbbing pussy, and we both moan.