Kassidy tipped her pelvis up a little more into Chris’s thrusts. “Close,” she whispered, eyes falling closed. “I’m close…”
“Me…too.” Dag pumped into him, the pressure and drag and pull inside him and on his cock as he tried to keep moving inside Kassidy had sensation climbing inside him, his skin burning, his balls tightening, pressure building.
“Come, sweetheart, come now,” he panted, ’cause he was done, couldn’t control it, and then he burst, totally blasted off inside her, her contractions around him milking him, squeezing him.
“Yeah, oh yeah,” Dag groaned, rested his head against him and then he pumped faster, rose to grip Chris’s hips as he pounded into him, fast, furious so damn good, flooding his channel with his come. “God, Chris, god. Love this. Love you. So. Damn. Much.”
“Dag.” Chris couldn’t stop the words that spilled out of him. “Love you too, man. Love you too.”
Kassidy drifted back to reality slowly, floating on a cloud of bliss, a haze of pleasure.
It was real. What Dag talked about–his crazy philosophical ideas. That reality exists independent of consciousness. That Chris’s feelings for Dag had existed, no less real because he hadn’t admitted them. That what exists doesn’t exist because one thinks it does, it simply exists, regardless of anyone’s awareness or knowledge.
Four hands moved over her body, cupping her aching breasts, squeezing gently, rubbing her nipples. One mouth on hers, one on her neck, kissing, licking, sucking. They’d done this before. But this time was different.
This time they were three–the rule of three.