Broken Compass

“Give it to me,” she whispers, her eyes like dark green glass, molten with desire

. “Please.”

I spare a glance for Kash who’s watching, teeth sunk into his lower lip, his dick so engorged and wet it looks painful, his legs tensed, muscles bunched up in his thighs and in his outstretched arms, bound over his head.

He looks good.

Desperate.

I pull my thumb out of Syd and grab my dick. Getting on my knees, I rub the head against her clit, making her shudder, then sink inside her slowly, so fucking slowly, feeling the hard ridge of West’s cock pressing against mine as I fill up her pussy, the barrier between us barely there.

A groan escapes me, from deep inside my chest, and my eyes all but roll up with the waves of pleasure. The grip of her pussy on my cock is electric, it’s fire and pressure, maddening and impossibly good. I want to come, but I don’t want this to ever end.

Whenever we do this, it blows my goddamn mind.

West is leaning back, giving me space to move. Balls-deep inside her, with a good view of her flushed tits and bright eyes, I grip her waist and start fucking her.

Them.

God, so damn intense. She holds on to me as I fuck her against West, our thrusts a push and pull, a give and take, cocks straining inside her.

She comes first, moaning my name and thrashing on my dick as if she can’t take the fullness, the pressure, the pleasure of it. Her nails scratch grooves down my arms, and the light sting drives me on harder, to fuck her deeper, faster, until West groans and comes, too, his cock jerking inside her.

I’m not far behind. My mouth captures her lips in a crushing kiss as the heat behind my balls curls and tightens into an unbearable ball of need, and I explode, filling her with my cum.

One day, I think fuzzily, my dazed brain running in loops as I try not to fall on top of her and crush her, my dick still jerking in the hold of her pussy, one day she will be off the pill and we’ll put babies in her. And it will be just awesome.

We’ll fill this house with children and laughter, and they will chase away the last remains of darkness that we still carry inside us.

But meanwhile…

“Nate…” Kash sounds desperate, his voice hoarse, his breathing ragged. Please, goddammit. I need to fucking come. Untie me. Come on.”

Yeah, desperate.

I grin as I pull out of Sydney and kiss her reddened mouth one more time. “Sexy girl and boys, ready for round two?”

Kash shoots me a murderous look when I crawl between his legs. “This isn’t funny.”

“Of course not. It’s hot.”

“It’s not—”

My hand closes around his dick, and he jerks with a gasp. “You don’t call the shots today, pretty boy. So relax. Let us take care of you.”

His eyes are comically wide while I play with his dick and balls, slipping my hand lower. He tenses, panting, as I stroke behind his balls, dipping a fingertip into his ass.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah,” he breathes, writhing, “oh yeah, God…”

“One day you’ll beg for it. One day soon.”

He makes a sound of protest – to my words, to not my caress. I know, because his hips lift restlessly, and he bears down, impaling himself on my finger. His cock trembles and leaks. He likes this. I’ve played with him like this many times before, and I had Sydney do it to him, too. But he hasn’t let me fuck him, like West has, not yet.

Soon. He’s almost there. He wants it. But I won’t try until he realizes it, too.

A dark pleasure fills me when I touch them like that. When I twist them up with need and they are still unsure about wanting it or hating it, when they realize how good it can feel and can’t get enough.