#49 I won't cry this time
Waking up with a girl wrapped around me isn’t something I’ve ever experienced before. Mila’s head is on my chest, and she’s got her arm thrown over me. We fell asleep spooning, perfectly innocent, but her warm body against mine now doesn’t feel all that innocent anymore. I try to shift so I can roll her off me, but she looks up, and I realize she’s awake.
“Morning,” she says, pressing a kiss to my cheek.
“Erm, yeah, good morning,” I reply, my voice thick with sleep. “How are you feeling?”
“Good,” she says, propping herself up on her elbow, still staying close to me. “Really good, actually. Your tits are a great pillow.”
I laugh. “Thomas agrees with you on that.”
“I bet he does.” To my complete and utter surprise, she trails her hand up from my waist, over my stomach, straight to my breasts. She rubs them through the shirt I have on, and I can’t help the moan that escapes when she pinches my nipple.
“Mila,” I breathe, shifting to put some space between us. “I don’t think we should-”
She presses her lips to mine and kisses me softly, her tongue flicking over my lips. “I really, really want to,” she whispers. “It’s been so long for me, to just enjoy sex. I want to feel your tongue flick over my clit and to come all over your face, Tracy.”
“N-no,” I stammer, but I don’t have the willpower to push away her hand the is sneaking underneath my shirt to caress my bare breasts. It feels so good, and I’ve always loved morning sex. There is something so nice about getting it on when you’re still half-asleep that makes everything feel like a hot, wet dream. “Thomas,” I manage to say, guilt surging up in me. “I can’t do this.”
Technically, I’m cheating on him right now. Oh God no. I sit up and push Mila off, breathing hard. She looks at me through hooded eyes. “How about we invite him to join us?” she says, licking her lips. “I swing both ways, you know. I’d love to watch him fuck you while you eat me out.”
Oh God. This is such a horrible idea.
Mila is already slipping out of bed, and she takes off her clothes, walking out of the bedroom in nothing but her panties. I hear her feet padding through the hallway, and a door opens.
“Good morning,” Thomas’ deep voice sounds from the living room. “Do you want your eggs sunny side – Holy fuck.”
“Morning,” Mila replies in a sultry voice. “I’m sorry to tell you I just kissed your girlfriend. She seems to feel really guilty about that. Do you want me to leave the two of you alone for morning sex? Or can I stay and participate?”
“I – I – I don’t…” Thomas sounds just as shocked and turned-on as I feel. I hear footsteps again and a moment later, he walks into the bedroom in his sweats and an old black shirt, his eyes finding mine.
“I’m sorry,” I tell him, still feeling weird about kissing Mila without him here. I know I did way more than that last night, but we were both into it. It’s different with him in another room. “I didn’t mean to-”
“It’s okay,” he says, sounding hoarse. “If I’d woken up to her kissing me, I’d probably be balls-deep inside of her by now.”
We both laugh, and the tension leaves the room. I know he would never sleep with her unless it was all three of us together, but it’s nice to hear him joke and see in his eyes that he’s not upset with me. In fact, he’s still turned on, judging by the tent in his pants.
“I promise I won’t cry this time,” Mila says from the doorway, leaning against the frame with a smile on her face. “It felt so nice to be reminded that I’m just Mila, and not Mila Philips, porn actress. I’d really like to have sex without having to act, and I feel safe with you guys.”
“Are you sure?” I ask, still a little uncertain. I want this, but not at her expense. We spent a lot of time talking in bed last night, and while we didn’t really get into her past, I can tell that bad shit has happened to her, things she doesn’t like to talk about. She’s my friend now, and while I am glad she feels safe with us, I don’t want to do something to make things awkward between us.
“Really sure,” she insists. “If you don’t want this, tell me now, and I will leave. We’ll never speak of this again. But trust me, I want this. I woke up an hour before you did, and I’ve spent the entire hour thinking about how good it felt to be touched by the two of you last night.”
Thomas grunts, and he moves a hand over his erection, rubbing it through his pants. “Your call, Tracy,” he says, looking at me with lust in his eyes. “If Mila’s sure this is what she wants, I’m game.”
“Yeah,” I breathe, pulling back the blankets. “Get in here.”
Thomas slides in first since he’s closer to the bed, and our bodies wrap around each other immediately, gravitating towards each other the way we always do. He kisses me hungrily and grunts against my lips. When I open my eyes to see why, I see that Mila is right next to us, her hand down his pants. She meets my gaze and winks. She looks different than she did last night, and she’s not making all those loud noises anymore. She seems relaxed, real, and turned on all at the same time, if that makes sense.
Thomas rolls onto his back, pulling his shirt over his head, and I latch onto his nipples right away, knowing how crazy that drives him. Mila takes off her panties and jerks off his pants. She starts blowing him, causing him to gasp loudly.
“Fuuuuck,” he grunts. “Oh, that feels good.”
I kiss my way up to his neck and bite his earlobe softly, teasing him. “So hot,” I moan into his ear, loving how he sneaks an arm around me to squeeze my ass. “Don’t come yet, though,” I warn him. “I want you to come inside of me.”
“Hmm,” he mumbles, probably distracted my Mila’s mouth around his cock. Who can blame him?
I undress while I watch Mila kiss her way up his body until she’s on top of him, kissing him desperately. He lifts her hips so she’s rubbing up against his erection, but he doesn’t enter her. Somehow, I think we both know that I don’t want him to fuck her, and I love that he knows that. They rub against each other, both panting, and I sit down next to them, grabbing Mila’s firm breasts, loving how they feel in my hands. She grabs my face and kisses me hard while Thomas moves his hand between them and starts fingerfucking her hard and fast.
“Oh!” Her moans sound soft and real this time, and she gasps when I pinch her nipples.
“Come for us,” Thomas orders, looking up at her with his gorgeous blue eyes. “Now, Mila.”
She shudders and when I pinch her nipples even harder, her body complies. A high-pitched moan coms out of her, and she bucks her hips so Thomas’ fingers slide in deeper.
“Oh God,” she moans, trembling from her intense release. “That was… oh wow.”
“Yeah, he’s really good at that,” I say, leaning down to kiss my boyfriend. He knots one hand into my hair and kisses me the way only he can, all the love and lust pouring out.
Mila must have climbed off Thom, because I feel her hands on my ass, moving down until she’s grabbing my legs, shifting me so I’m on all fours, my ass sticking up the air while I keep kissing Thomas. She forces my legs apart and moves her fingers over my slick folds, making me moan into the kiss. Her touch is soft and slow, exploring every part of me with care. Then I feel Thomas’ fingers join hers, and he wets with my juices them before sliding them up my ass until he pushes one into my puckered little hole, curling it inside.
“Ah!” I cry out as she plays with my clit while he fingerfucks my tight hole. Thomas is on his knees now, next to me, and he uses his free hand to rub my nipple just the way I like it. Mila grabs my other breast, squeezing it. I press my face into the pillow, crying out as I come, unable to hold on with so many hands on me, pleasuring me.
“On your back,” Thomas orders, grabbing me and throwing me back down. “You good, baby?” he asks as he sits between my legs on his knees, pulling me into his lap while I’m still lying down.
“Yes,” I moan, more than ready to feel him fill me up. “Fuck me.”
He lines up his cock with my pussy and then he’s inside of me, groaning loudly. For a moment, we look into each other’s eyes, and he mouths to me that he loves me. Then my vision goes black, because sweet mother of God, Mila sits on my face. I can hear her and Thomas kiss while he pounds me, and I use my hands to hold her open for me so I can flick my tongue over her like she told me she wanted.
“Oh, Tracy,” she moans. “So good. So so good.”
Not the hottest thing to ever to say, but it’s so much better than all the dirty things she felt she had to say last night, when she was still acting. I’ve never eaten out a girl before, but obviously I know where everything is since we’ve got the same mechanics down there, so I slip in two fingers while I suck her clit into my mouth. It’s kind of hard to focus on her completely, because Thomas is driving his cock into me at a punishing pace. His grunts and Mila’s soft moans push me right over the edge, and my pussy spasms around Thomas so hard it’s almost painful.
“Fuck,” he curses, and then he’s coming too. I moan against Mila’s pussy while he fills me up, and I guess that does it for her as well, because her channel clenches around my fingers. When I suck on her clit again, she cries out and shudders with her release, almost suffocating me when she pushes down onto my face so hard the I’m buried in her wet folds.
“Oh,” she sighs contently when she gets off me and lies down on the bed, trembling. “I forgot how good it feels to come without having to worry about the way I sound and look when I do.”
Thomas pulls out of me, our combined juices spilling out of me, and he snuggles up to me the way he always does after sex, kissing my neck and murmuring sweet nothings in my ear. I throw my leg over his, and press my face into his hair, inhaling his natural scent that makes me feel like I’m right where I’m supposed to be. Home.
“You guys are so cute together,” Mila says, still stretched out beside us without touching us. “Thanks for this. It was exactly what I needed.”
Thomas’ chest rumbles with laughter underneath my cheek. “You’re welcome, Mila.”
We stay in bed a few more minutes, but then Mila gets up and grabs the robe from last night, pulling it tightly around herself. “I’ll leave you guys alone now. I need a shower, and I’d rather do that at my own place.”
I sit up and search her expression, wanting to make sure she’s okay. She smiles and winks, and I exhale in relief. “Dinner later?” I ask.
“I’d like that,” she says, nodding. “I’ll take you out for fancy pasta or something, and some wine. Thomas can stay home and have a beer with Dylan. I’m sure he’ll want to brag about this.”
“Hey,” Thom grumbles. “I’m not that guy.”
I look down on him with a fond smile. “You so are.”
We both say goodbye to Mila, who picks up her sleep outfit from earlier and takes it with her as she leaves the apartment. I lie back down with Thom, and he wraps himself completely around me, his lips brushing over my neck.
“No regrets?” he asks, sounding like he truly wants to know. He’s so sweet.
“None at all.” I pull back so I can kiss him.
He smiles against my lips. “You taste like Mila.” Instead of pulling back, he deepens the kiss and conquers every single corner of my mouth. I feel him grow hard again, and I pull him on top of me again, bucking my hips up against him.
Slowly, he slides back into me, and he feels just as good as he always does. We make slow, sweet love, kissing and touching while he moves in and out of me at a torturously slow pace. I’m not going to come like this, but I don’t care about that right now. I feel so close to him like this, and I love that. We just had a hot threesome with a girl, but we go right back to being us without any weirdness, gazing into each other’s eyes the way we always do.
“Do you want to move in with me?” I ask when he pushes in a little more, groaning. “For real, I mean?”
“Yes, of course,” he replies immediately, kissing me tenderly. “I’d love to. I’ll call the landlord today to let him know, give him my 30-day notice.”
“I love you.”
He smiles and pushes a wild strand of hair out of my face. “I love you too, baby.”
We make love for a long time, and when he finally comes, it feels like we are truly one person instead of two. He wraps me in his arms and holds me for a long time, and we talk about what furniture he will take to my place and which stuff I need to get rid off to make space for it. At one point, he even pulls out his phone to actually call his landlord, still naked in bed with me, and he texts Dylan and Aston to ask them to block next weekend to help him move. I order a moving truck and call my own landlord so I can add Thomas’ name to the lease agreement before the month is over.
I’m officially going to live with Thomas, without him having a place to run to when we get into a fight or something. And the thought doesn’t scare me at all. This man is the love of my life, without a doubt. I’m never letting him go.