In Between

I listened to Damien’s soft snores as he slept next to me. I had been sleeping in his bed with him since I had moved in; We hadn’t really discussed it, but it ended up happening so many nights in a row that it was now routine. I was glad for it, too—every night, he wrapped his arms around me, kissed me, and made me feel wanted. Loved. Cherished in ways I had never felt before.

My thoughts raced tonight, though. I couldn’t relax, no matter how much I wanted to simply melt into Damien’s warm body and sleep peacefully. Damien would be waking up in a few hours, and I hadn’t even fallen asleep. My chest was constricting with anxiety, and my limbs practically vibrated with restlessness. I needed to walk.

I crept out the bed and down the stairs. Grabbing a glass from the cupboard, I filled it with water and turned around.

“Hey.”

I jumped. “Jesus, Alex. Why is it a habit of yours trying to scare the shit out of me in the middle of the night?”

He grinned sheepishly. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to. Although, from what I remember, the last time this happened, it wasn’t all bad.”

I didn’t have much of a comeback. “Oh, whatever.”

“Why are you still up?”

“I could ask you the same question.”

“You could. But why not just answer it?”

I shrugged. “I just have a lot on my mind and couldn’t sleep.”

“Wanna talk about it?”

“Not really.”

“Fair enough. Would you like to join me for a snack and a movie then?”

I realized I likely wouldn’t be able to sleep for a couple more hours anyway, so I agreed.

He grabbed a bowl and poured some chips into it, then followed me into the living room. He clicked on a movie, and we sat close, sharing the chips and watching the bright, flickering screen in the midst of the dark living room.

Hours later, the music of the movie credits woke me. My head was in Alex’s lap, and his fingers traced small circles along my back. I turned onto my back and stared up at him, and he looked down and gave me a soft smile. The low light of the TV in the dark room reflected on his face, highlighting his sharp features and dark eyes.

“You could stay, you know.”

“What?”

“Here, I mean. If you didn’t want to go to California.”

“Oh.” No other words were able to leave my mouth, even though my thoughts were spinning wildly. Did he want me to stay?

“No expectations or anything. I just wanted to let you know, just in case.”

“Thank you,” I breathed. He kissed me softly, and the gentleness was so unlike his usual cool facade that tears pricked at my eyes and threatened to spill over. I curled up closer to him, and he squeezed me tightly.

The sound of a closing door followed by footsteps sounded from upstairs.

“He’s up early,” Alex remarked. I nodded in agreement as I watched Damien descend the stairs, yawning.

“I woke up early and couldn’t fall back asleep,” Damien said in response to my questioning look. “Missed you too much,” he added with a wink.

“Well, honestly, I was just getting ready to go back to bed,” I said. “I haven’t slept yet.”

Alex surprised me by speaking up. “Can I come with you?”

“Sure.” As if on cue, I let out another yawn.

“Well, what about me?” Damien pouted, only half-joking.

“You can come too. My bed upstairs is big enough for all of us and hasn’t gotten nearly enough use.”

The three of us traipsed upstairs into the rarely-used bedroom I had claimed as my own during my time here. I crawled under the large comforter, with Alex and Damien following and lying on either side of me. Their heat radiated into my body, and I reveled in their warmth. I realized that while the three of us had done a lot of things together, we had never all lain in bed together. It felt . . . Safe. Alex wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into him, my back against him and my front still facing Damien.

Damien flipped to his side, facing me, and planted a soft kiss on my lips. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. I gave him a sleepy smile in response.

“She really is,” Alex agreed, brushing a strand of hair away from my face. I was tired as hell, my eyelids heavy and my body weak, but their words and actions made my heart swell in my chest. They really do care about me. The soft exhale of his breath as he spoke inches from my ear made me shiver. “And I want to spend every second you’re still here worshiping every inch of your perfect body.”

Oh. I shifted, immediately aching for his touch. “Please, do,” I murmured in my drowsy state. His cock hardened against my ass as he snaked one hand down my waist and over my panties.

“Our sweet girl,” Damien said, peeling off my shirt and making slow, lazy circles with his tongue across my breasts as Alex massaged my clit. My nerves were on fire at both of their touches, their words of reverence. I felt the wetness seeping through my panties as they continued, Damien’s tongue swirling around my nipples then softly grazing them with his teeth. I reached forward for Damien’s cock while grinding my ass into Alex’s, but his hand caught my wrist. “It’s all about you tonight, baby. You just lay there and keep feeling good.”

I let out a soft whine. “I want you. Both of you.”

“You can have us,” Alex breathed, dipping his finger inside my panties and swirling it through the slickness. Damien slipped out of his pants, then Alex pulled away from me momentarily to do the same.

“Make love to me. Please.”

Alex grabbed his t-shirt from the side of the bed and folded it into a long strip, then tied it around my eyes. “We will.” I wondered why he was blindfolding me, but I was too tired to care. All I knew was that I wanted them. The bed shifted on either side of me before a pair of hands dragged me down to the edge and placed two pillows under my ass. My pussy was raised to whoever stood at the edge of the bed for a deeper angle, but I didn’t know who. I trembled as I felt the pressure of him entering me at the same time as I felt the bed shift as the other sat next to me and traced his fingers across my body, brushing his thumb against my lips then trailing down my neck and across my chest.

Then I understood the blindfold. Without me knowing who was who, there was no beginning and no end to the sensation, to the pleasure and need and love that I felt. I couldn’t focus on one, because I had no choice but to focus on both. They were a package deal.

I moaned softly as my pussy was filled and stretched, and the man next to me on the bed used his thumb to flit across my nipple. One of their hands found its way to my clit, rubbing along with the rhythm of the slow, deep thrusts. It didn’t take long before I was on the edge, and my orgasm crashed down around me. I cried out, but it didn’t stop. The pleasure came in unrelenting waves, again and again until I was writhing beneath their touch.

I felt the men switch places once I had come down from my high, still not knowing who was who, as the other one entered me and pumped into me slowly and steadily. Neither was aggressive or rough, but slow and tender. It felt like a religious experience, their passionate movements a consecration. In that moment, we were all that mattered. Another rolling wave of pleasure hit me, and I sobbed out their names. They were mine, and I was theirs.

They both moved again, and the blindfold was removed from my eyes. I was panting, utterly exhausted, as they both crawled back into bed on their respective sides. I snuggled close to them, and began to fall into the gray area before sleep as Damien’s soft snores sounded to my left.

Then I heard the words, barely audible, from Alex’s mouth: “I love you.”