It pisses me off and turns me on. I guess that’s no surprise. Everything about this pisses me off and turns me on. Isn’t that connection the reason I lost control and fucked Helen on the floor like an animal a single day after badgering Patroclus into promising to stay away from her? I can’t erase what’s obviously growing between them, but I’m starting to realize I can ensure I won’t be left behind. “Rub on his cock, princess. Let him feel how wet he made you.”
She plants her hands on Patroclus’s chest and rolls her hips. My chair is angled just right to see everything. The way she drags her pussy over his cock, pressing its hard length down between them. It wouldn’t take much for him to be inside her now. In fact… “Helen and I didn’t use protection.”
They go still. Patroclus looks at me, a line appearing between his brows. I speak before either of them have a chance to. “There’s no reason for you two to use it, either. She’s on birth control. You aren’t with anyone else but me right now. All of us are tested regularly.”
Helen shoots me a sharp look, her pretty lips thinning with irritation. “Speak for me again, and I’ll gut you.”
“Promises, promises.” I shouldn’t enjoy her threats so much. But the last time she threatened me, she ended up coming around my cock. Hard to complain with that kind of reward in mind. Except, no, right now isn’t about only me. I drag in a breath. The room smells of sex with the promise of more.
The promise of more if I don’t fuck this up and piss one of them off. I can do this. I can pump the brakes just enough to make sure everyone is on the same page. “Do you want to use a condom, princess?” I smile slowly, enjoying the way her gaze narrows in response. “Or do you want to ride Patroclus’s cock bare and let him fill you up?”
She flushes a pretty pink and shifts her attention to the man between her thighs. “While I’m inclined to protest just to piss him off, I’m not one to cut off my nose to spite my face.” She shivers a little, her rosy nipples peaked on her perfect tits. “I like the idea of you fucking me bare, Patroclus. I like it a lot. I’m okay going without a condom if you are.”
“It’s not a good idea.”
I cannot count the number of times I’ve heard him say those exact same words in that exact same tone. It’s a protest for the sake of protest. Patroclus wants this just as much as we do. More, even. There’s a fine tremor in his hands where they grip her thighs. He’s fighting for control, to be the rational, reasonable one.
Fuck that.
“We don’t need a treatise on why it’s a bad idea. A yes or no is good enough.” I barely pause, barely give his impressive brain a chance to start chugging down the path that derails us. “She feels so good. Wet and tight. Tell me you don’t want it.”
He curses, and I know we have him. He confirms it a second later. “I want it.”
Yeah, but I don’t want extra room for claiming miscommunication or scooping up more regrets than necessary. “Use your words. Be explicit.”
Patroclus strokes his hands up her thighs and then down to hook the backs of her knees. He jerks her a few inches up his stomach. “I want to fuck you bare. I want to fill you up.”
Helen nods so fast, her hair falls in her face. “Yes. Yes, let’s do it.”
Satisfaction curls through me. They’re doing what I want, and little feels better than that, especially because I know how bad they both want it, too. Just like I know they wouldn’t have done this without my pushing for it. They’re both too damn sensible. I make myself lean back in the chair and relax as much as I can manage. “You know what to do, princess.”
Helen wraps a fist around Patroclus’s cock, and my cock twitches in response. She strokes him slowly, her long fall of light-brown hair shielding her face from me. I want to tell her to pull it back, to show me everything, but I can’t quite manage it. Maybe it’s better not to see the way she looks at him. Bad enough to witness his expression as he watches her rise to notch his cock at her entrance. Patroclus is as shell-shocked as he was the first time we had sex, as if he’s waiting for someone to pinch him and say it’s all a joke, a trick, a sham.
He still looks at me like that sometimes.
I push the thought away and focus on watching Helen fight her way down Patroclus’s cock. He’s girthier than I am, and even though she just came hard enough to soak the bed, she’s still got to work to take him. “He’s spreading you so wide, princess. Feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Yes,” she gasps. Another inch of his cock disappears into her. The jealousy curdling my stomach only gets stronger. It’s dual-sided, a room full of fun-house mirrors that reflect and amplify. I want to feel her clamp around me. I want to experience the almost pain of that first slow slide of his cock as he pushes into me. I want it all.
Patroclus shifts his grip to her hips. “Slow.”
“No, not slow.” I can’t keep the bite out of my words. “Take him all.”
“I’m trying, you asshole.” She rolls her hips again, working herself down the last bit of him. The moment they’re sealed together, all three of us exhale harshly. Helen’s nails dent the skin on his chest, but she doesn’t rake them over him the way she did with me. Instead, she’s being so damn gentle, I want to shatter something.
“Ride him,” I snap. “Make yourself come again.”
This time, she doesn’t snarl at me. She simply obeys, moving almost decadently slowly. It’s sexy as fuck to watch the way her body rolls over him, but it’s like an itch I can’t quite scratch. It’s too intimate, too sweet. The way they look at each other, I might as well not be in the room. The sensation only gets worse when Patroclus brushes her hair back and then arches up to kiss her, her face cradled gently in his hands.
Yeah, no, this isn’t what I signed up for.
“That’s about enough of that.” They both freeze, and the guilt written across his expression is more of a slap in the face than anything else that’s happened here. I swallow past the sudden ache in my chest. It’s just sex, and I don’t do regrets. I fucking refuse to. “Patroclus, sit on the edge of the bed. Princess, on his lap, facing me.”
This time, they move slower. That causes the ache to get worse. Not even Helen’s perfect tits are enough to combat the feeling of being immaterial. I’m a selfish prick. I like being the center of attention. And I’m…not right now.
Helen eases onto Patroclus’s lap with her legs on the outside of his. If I enjoyed the view of him entering her before, it’s a thousand times better now. His cock spreads her almost obscenely, and I palm myself roughly in response. This time, she doesn’t have to fight as hard to take him. She leans back against his chest and slides one arm up to hook behind his neck. “Is this better, Achilles? Can’t pretend you’re not here when you’re making us stare right at you.” Her lips curve. “Is someone feeling insecure?”