Right Side of Paradise

by Shon

“Harlow.” I nodded with a faint smile, ignoring the way my heart flipped itself upside down the moment she turned her attention on me. “Welcome home.”

The triangular scraps of her bathing suit barely covered her chest and they did a damn good job showcasing the piercings I didn’t know existed until a minute ago. “Fuck.” I was never getting rid of this hard on. My dick was already tucked into the waist band of my shorts. It was either that or rocking tented pants to the breakfast table.

“I know I should move on like you and Soul did, but every time I see her, it comes rushing back. I don’t know how to get over that night. I don’t know how to get over her.”

“I want to be there. I want to take care of you. We don’t have to fuck but I want to make you feel good. I wanna watch Soul and Chris make you feel good.”

Unhurriedly, a flicker of triumph sparked in his eyes. He licked his lips and a magnetic pull swung my stare to his mouth. I didn’t look away until he cleared his throat. What the fuck was wrong with me? This was Christian. My Christian.

“God, Soul wasn’t lying. Your pussy is perfect.” He kissed my clit again, sucking my swollen flesh into his mouth. “Show me how quiet you can be for me, baby. Because I’m not stopping until I make your legs shake.”

oh damn

Rico licked me up like I was his favorite dessert. Devoured me like he was running out of time. Worshipped me like I was the answer to his prayer.

“I’ve missed you,” I whispered, settling my head near his heart. The silence I expected in return was interrupted by his gruff morning voice. “Missed you too,” he said, arm now tight around me.

“I promise to go slow and fuck you how you deserve next time. Right now, I just need you,” he confessed, slamming into me with one hard thrust.

get iiit C

Silence fell on the balcony as I massaged his wrists and forearms, working out the tension and kissing him every time he relaxed more into me. This was my favorite thing. Taking care of the people who meant everything to me. And Soul rarely sat still long enough to let me do it.

“I think I like it when you watch me...want you to keep doing it,” I trailed.

“I won’t touch you unless you tell me to.” He kissed my temple. “And one day, I really hope you fucking tell me to.”

“Just say you missed me so I can fuck this attitude out of you and have you crying for a different reason, baby.”

When his thigh brushed mine, I glanced down at where our skin collided and smirked at the running shorts he had on. The inseam couldn’t have been longer than four inches and his quads were eating them up. And honestly, if I had it my way, all men’s shorts would be this tiny.

“Soul, please don’t kiss me like this if you aren’t going to fuck me.” Harlow’s voice was hoarse with desire and devotion.

“Quad just means there’s four of us,” he clarified. “And we could choose to be open or closed.” “Closed,” I said shortly. I didn’t care how much Harlow, Soul and Rico did with each other, nobody else was fucking touching them. And I didn’t want to think about why I felt so possessive of them when I was only involved with Harlow.

“Say you needed me again,” I commanded, biting his bottom lip. “Needed you,” he said, voice just as thick and quiet as before. “I think I like you needing me, Chris.”

I kissed Rico Donovan while my girlfriend rode my best friend’s face beside us. It wasn’t the heat of the moment. I wanted it. Still wanted it. And nobody had blinked an eye.

My skin prickled the longer his stare lingered. I didn’t understand how Harlow and Soul dealt with his undivided attention so casually. He’d been looking at me for less than five minutes and I wanted to give him whatever he asked me for.

mmhmmm

“You can kiss me, Chris.” His voice, teasing and promising, pulled me out of my head and back to the magnetic hold he had on me, “Didn’t say I wanted to kiss you, Rico.” “Nah,” he conceded coolly. “But you been staring at my lips since I got in here.”

“You don’t have to overanalyze everything before you do it, Chris. You can just do it because it feels good.”

tell that maaan

I wasn’t trying to be quiet anymore and when my writhing grew wild, Soul held me down with too much ease that just made me want to fuck into his hand even more. “Be still, Chris. I got you.”

“All this fucking dick,” he praised, a little awe edging out his authoritative tone. I tried to fist my dick, chasing the relief of a few well-timed strokes, but Soul wasn’t having it. “Move your hand, Chris.” I didn’t. Not yet. “You been running from me all summer, and now you want to rush me?”

“Stop moving, my love.” He kept his voice gentle, his words uncompromising. “Just lay there and take it.”

I fell for all three of my best friends this summer. And I didn’t have a single regret. I loved us. Would do anything for us.

I braced my hands at his waist and soaked in the warmth of his bare skin. Our lips moved against each other in slow exploration. He had the softest kisses and the most addicting touch. A combination that spelled trouble. I couldn’t get addicted to another person in this house. But I already was.

too laaaaate

I think I liked it when Christian told me what to do. My dick stirred as I sat back and spread my legs wider, a devious smirk trying to form on my stretched lips.