Fracture

17. Dylan

CHAPTER 17

DYLAN

Levi comes down the stairs dressed in jeans and a tight black t-shirt, and I can’t help but laugh.

“Jeans, huh? You sure know how to dress up.”

He gives me a grin, his eyes raking up and down my body as he takes in my appearance. “Hey, for a mechanic I think I clean up pretty good. You, on the other hand, look amazing.”

I tuck my hands into the pockets of my black pants, and lean against the door frame. “Oh yeah?”

“Mmmm, good enough to eat, pretty boy.” He puts his hands against my chest, his fingers brushing the skin that’s bare between the buttons of my white shirt. “But we might save that for later.”

I lean down to run the tip of my nose along his jaw. “You smell too fucking good.”

Levi’s phone buzzes, and he lets out an exasperated sigh. “Fuck’s sake.” He snatches the phone from his pocket, and rolls his eyes. “Mom. Of course.” He swipes the screen and puts the phone to his ear, turning away from me. “Hi… Yeah, I told you I’d think about it… Well I thought about it, and I have other plans…. Because I do, mother. Enjoy your party.” He hangs up, shaking his head.

“What did she want?”

“To know if I was coming to her stupid party tonight.” He places his phone down on the side table, chewing his lip. “I’m worried about this interview. I don’t know what the fuck she’s playing at, what she’s going to say. And I don’t like that.”

“Hey, we said no more heavy shit today.” I put my hand on the back of his neck, and he leans into me. “Tonight, you forget about her and everything else. It’s just us.”

“Yeah, you’re right.”

The clacking of high heels sounds down the stairs, and we both look up to see Stella looking like a bronzed goddess. She’s wearing a tight yellow dress with round cut-outs at the waist, making her tan glow and showing off her perfect body. Her hair hangs loose down her back in soft curls, and big gold hoops dangle from her ears. She pauses on the stairs, twisting into a coquettish pose as she grins at us.

“How do I look?” She giggles as we openly gawp at her and makes her way down to us.

“You look like a fucking dream, baby girl.” Levi steps away from me to take her in his arms, and she closes her eyes with a smile. Levi runs his hands over her ample ass, growling and giving her an approving slap. “No panties, just like I said. Good girl.”

Praise kink by fucking proxy. Hearing him call her a good girl like that conjures up images in my head that I tuck away safely for later on tonight. This feeling, this need to be with them, and having that need finally fulfilled, it’s addictive in the best way.

Stella looks over Levi’s shoulder at me, and her smile becomes mischievous. “Well look at you, papi .” She walks over to me, running her fingers along the gold chain around my neck. “I like you like this.”

“I like you with no panties.” I drop a kiss on her cheek, and she laughs.

“So, where are we going?” She gazes up at me with her big amber eyes, lined with thick black lashes, and she’s so beautiful I want to abandon the plans for tonight and drag them both upstairs with me.

But no, I’m going to take this slow.

“I wanted to take you both somewhere we can just be ourselves.”

Stella looks over her shoulder at Levi and claps her hands. “Well that sounds like fun. It’s like our first date.”

Levi laughs, rubbing his chin. “A threesome first date. I like it.”

Stella’s gentle laugh joins Levi’s and her eyes land back on me. “So, we’re really doing this, huh?”

I run my hands through those soft honey curls, brushing them over her shoulder, my fingers tracing down her back to land on the soft skin visible through the cut-outs in her dress. “Is this what you want?”

She nods emphatically, without hesitation. “Yes. Absolutely.”

“Good.” I kiss her forehead, and she sighs happily. “Because I don’t ever want to be without either of you ever again.”

A car horn sounds, and I jerk my head in the direction of the door. “That sounds like our ride’s here.”

Levi heads to the door first, Stella and I following.

“Did you get an Uber?” Stella asks just as Levi bursts out laughing.

I suppress my own grin as Levi casts a grin over his shoulder at me. “Rich boy got us a fucking limo.”

Stella instantly flushes red, holding her clutch in front of her face as she steps on to the front porch. “Oh, you did not.”

“Hey, let me do the rich kid thing for just one night.” I pull the clutch away from her face, and she pouts up at me. “Come on, guera , I have something to show you, and I think you’ll really like it. Besides.” I lean over her, and plant a kiss on her shoulder. “It could have been a stretch hummer. What would the street have to say then?”

She giggles quietly. “True. OK, you get to be rich boy for one night.” She sashays down the stairs ahead of me, wiggling her ass in that tight yellow dress. “But next time get an Uber like a normal person!”

I laugh and follow her and Levi to the limo at the end of the drive. The driver gives me a curt wave as I approach, already knowing his destination. I climb in the back, where Levi is sprawled on the opposite seat, his arm draped along the back of the seat and around Stella’s shoulders.

“Impressed yet?” I ask as the limo takes off into the growing night.

Stella rolls her eyes. “Limos do not impress me, Kovac. You’ll have to try harder.”

“Well, I’d like to hope you’ll be impressed by the end of the night.” Butterflies erupt in my stomach, and I’m consumed with the hope that they actually will be impressed by what I’m about to show them. But maybe they’ll think I’m foolish. That it was a dumb decision. I hadn’t realized just how much this meant to me until I was bringing the two people I love to see it.

Levi gazes out the window at the passing lights. “We headed to the city?”

“Sure are.”

Stella gives me a questioning smile. “Where are we going, papi ?”

I wave her question away. “I told you, somewhere we can be ourselves. In the meantime, I feel like we should… talk. Now I know you said you want this, but I want to be clear-”

“I do want this,” she interjects, and Levi strokes a hand along her thigh. “There’s nothing clearer than that.”

“So, you’re completely OK with sharing? Me and Levi?”

She nods. “I want it. I do. I can’t explain it. But… knowing you two are together, it… Makes me feel things. I like it. I’m not even jealous. Like, not even a little.”

“That’s good.” I look at Levi, and he smiles at me. “I’m not jealous either. I’m really not. And I know you two have waited a long time to be together, too. So, if you want to be alone, I’m not going to be mad. That’s absolutely OK.”

Levi shakes his head, pulling Stella close and pressing a kiss to her temple. “I don’t need that.”

“I’ve never had a threesome before,” Stella says quietly, her eyes moving back to mine. “Like… God I feel stupid asking this. But… What kind of positions are there, and like, I don’t want it to be all about me, you know? Like in porn?”

The air in the limo is suddenly charged with electricity, because this is actually going to happen and I need to have a frank, factual discussion about it. Because of course we do. But goddammit, I just want to turn the car around and head back home so I can worship them both til sunrise.

No, no. Take it slow .

“There’s lots of positions, guera. It’s not a stupid question.”

“You said you’d had threesomes before,” she says shyly, and Levi’s eyes flame with the same fire that I’m trying to keep at bay right now. “Like, how did that work?”

They're both gazing at me with a sort of reverence, like the master here to guide his new students. “I’m not an expert, but I mean yeah, I’ve been with another man and a woman, and with two other men. With the woman, she, uh, took both of us at once, vaginally and anally. And with the men, it was, well, one of them sucked my cock while the other man fucked him.”

They’re both gazing at me, entranced, desire and curiosity mingling in their eyes.

“You can feel the other guy, when you take a woman like that, right?” Stella is so sweetly naive in this moment, and I smile at her warmly.

“Yes, that’s kind of half the fun.”

“But how do you fit?” Stella looks from me to Levi and shakes her head. “I don’t think I could make that situation work, you’re both hung like goddamn stallions.”

Levi and I both laugh, and Levi pulls Stella close, peppering kisses over the side of her face as she smiles.

“ Guera , that’s something you ease into. We’d get you all relaxed first, make you come a few times, so you’d be all nice and wet for us. And then it’s lots of lube, making sure you feel really good the whole time.” My voice dropped way lower than I expected it to, and the way Stella’s eyes widen as she looks at me, the way Levi’s eyes drop to my crotch, his hand moving across Stella’s chest so his pinky grazes her nipple - the air in the limo has suddenly become way heavier, and I know we should be having conversations about this beyond what sex will look like.

But not only do I want to drag the two of them to bed with me for a month, the ten years of celibacy in prison are finally catching up with me. I’m no longer chasing Stella and hoping her self-hatred will abate long enough to steal a moment with me, and I’m no longer sneaking around with Levi like he’s some dirty secret.

That's why tonight is so important. That’s why where we’re going is so important. We can finally be ourselves, we can be together - and we can fuck like rabbits every single night if that’s what we want.

I reach across and take Stella’s hand. “The important thing is that you know you’re safe with us. I know it can be a vulnerable position, being with two men. I never want you to feel you can’t say no, or that we won’t stop immediately if something hurts, or makes you uncomfortable.”

“One hundred percent,” Levi agrees emphatically, running his hand down Stella’s back. “You say the word, baby girl, and it stops.”

“The word? Like a safe word?” She smiles at me, wrinkling her nose playfully. “Oh, I like that. I think my safe word will be… Hmmm. Martini.”

“Thought you’d say bikini,” Levi says, kissing Stella’s neck. “You can just leave it off next time we get in that hot tub, save you throwing it in my face.”

I laugh, looking out the window as we start to navigate busy city streets, packed with the Saturday night crowd. We’re almost there, the buildings around us industrial brick buildings, all converted into stylish apartments and chic glass-fronted decor stores.

But then between all the sleek fronts, there’s a neon sign that says The Basque , a Pride flag waving above the double steel doors. The car comes to a stop, and Stella and Levi look out with furrowed brows.

“The Basque?” Stella asks as I open the car door and offer my hand to her to help her out. “Isn’t this-”

“You danced here, didn’t you?” Levi interjects, climbing out after us and gazing up at the neon sign. “You gonna dance for us, pretty boy?”

I shrug. “I don’t think it’d be a good look for the owner to dance in his own club, do you?”

They both regard me with wide eyes, and then Stella squeals and lunges at me, throwing her arms around me.

“Oh my god, papi , you bought it? That’s amazing!”

Levi puts his hands on his hips, shaking his head, his mouth opening to release a huffed laugh. “Dylan fucking Kovac, nightclub owner?”

“The city said it needed a backer, and this place, well…” I shrug, gazing up at the frontage. “It’s where I found myself, you know? It means a lot to me.”

Levi’s mouth quirks into a smile. “I’m proud of you. This is great.”

The apprehension I couldn’t explain to myself dissipates in an instant, because they don’t think it’s stupid. They’re proud of me. This place was my safe haven, away from the Catholic ramblings of hell and brimstone that my grandfather flung my direction any chance he got. And now I’m here with the two of them, with these two people I love, as our relationship is new and burgeoning and beautiful, and I want it to be a safe place for them too.

“Come on,” I say as I take Stella’s hand and Levi wraps an arm around her waist. “Let me show you my place.”

The bouncers at the door pull the cord aside with a nod and a “Good evening, Mr Kovac.”

The floor vibrates under our feet as we walk into the black and steel lobby, music thumping in the club. The tell-tale smell of the smoke machine is carried on the air, a smell that throws me back in time to that summer when I’d come here and dance til the sun came up.

Stella and Levi look around with wide smiles, their gazes meeting every now and then, filled with excitement. I can’t stop grinning like a fool.

“Drink?” I ask, gesturing to the shiny black archway that leads to the club.

Stella nods and bites her lip, taking Levi’s hand as they follow me to the bar.

The dance floor is already packed even though it’s early, and by midnight it’ll be a sweaty, heaving mass of bodies. The dancers are up on their podiums, dressed in a variety of lingerie, and Levi leans in to me.

“And what did you wear when you danced here?”

I grin at him. “Usually, only tiny black shorts.”

I can hear the growl he lets out reverberate through my shoulder, and he shakes his head with a smile. “I bet you looked real fucking good, pretty boy.”

“Best dancer in the club.”

He grabs my ass hard. “Might have to give me a show some time, huh?”

My eyes land on Stella, who is watching us with open lust, her face a sweet combination of curiosity and desire.

“Like what you see?” I ask, and she nods eagerly.

We reach the bar, and I lean across to greet the bartender, who’s been here since my dancing days. Levi and Stella stand beside me, Stella behind Levi with her arms wrapped around his waist. They look so natural, as she leans up to speak to him, and he laughs, caressing her arm with his fingertips.

“What are we drinking?” I ask them, having to raise my voice over the noise of people and thumping music.

“Ooh, a Cosmo!” Stella exclaims. “I haven’t had one of those in years!”

Levi smiles over his shoulder indulgently, and Stella’s eyes shine as she gazes up at him. “Just a whiskey for me,” he says.

I lean over the bar and half-shout the order to the bartender, when there are hands on my hips. My head snaps to the side, to see Levi and Stella still standing there. Levi’s face darkens instantly.

I turn my head to see who is holding me, and look into the face of a young dark-haired man with a lip ring, and tattoos on his forehead.

“Hey,” he says, smiling lustfully. “You here alone?”

“No, he isn’t.” Levi is beside me instantly.

The young man backs away, smiling. “Lucky you.” He gives me a nod before disappearing back into the dancing crowd.

Levi turns to me, his mouth twitching into a smile. “Who knew having the best looking guy in the club as my boyfriend would be a problem, huh?”

Boyfriend . Jesus fucking christ, I’m too old for that word to have butterflies erupting in my stomach. But here I am, feeling like a fucking kid.

Levi puts a hand around the back of my neck and draws me to him, and when his lips meet mine, I swear the whole world comes to a stop. It’s not the first time we’ve kissed, it’s not the first time I’ve kissed a man in public. But kissing him , kissing this man I love with my entire fucking soul here, with the woman we want to give our lives to watching us - I’ve never felt more whole, more right, more seen.

When he finally releases me, we both turn to look at Stella, who is leaning against the bar on her elbows. She’s biting her lip, and the way her legs are crossed, I can see she’s clenching her thighs together. She’s fucking loving this.

Our drinks are placed on the bar, and I pluck a hefty tip from my pocket. Stella swoops up her drink, her hips already swaying to the music as she raises it to her lips. I take a sip of my whiskey as she moves in front of me, grinding her ass against my groin.

“I’m told you love dancing,” I say, laying a kiss against her shoulder.

“I sure do.”

“Shall we?”

She smiles over her shoulder at me, her hair falling against her cheek, and she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life. She throws back the rest of her Cosmo like it’s water, and Levi laughs, taking a hurried gulp of his whiskey before Stella drags us both into the pulsating crowd.

Before long, we’re all covered in sweat, grinding on each other as the music thunders around us. Stella’s face shines in the flashing blue and purple lights, one arm curled back around my neck, the other draped around Levi’s shoulders as she dances between us.

Levi leans in to kiss her, and I curl my hand around her throat to angle her up for him. I can feel her moan, my other hand moving over her breast, shielded by Levi’s body so the dancers around us can’t see what’s going on.

Her hand drops from my arm, snaking its way between our bodies, and she rubs my cock through my pants as she and Levi continue to devour each other right in front of me.

Levi releases her mouth, leaning over Stella’s shoulder to kiss me, pinning her between us. He groans into my mouth, and I just know Stella’s rubbing him too, getting us both hard in the middle of the fucking dance floor. Deeply unprofessional for the owner of the fucking nightclub, but I don’t fucking care.

Levi pulls back from me, grinning widely. “Is there a VIP room here?”

I laugh and look down at Stella as she turns around between us to face me, her face so innocent for a woman who was just rubbing two cocks in a crowded club.

“You wanna see the VIP room?” I ask her, sweeping her hair from her sweaty skin.

She smiles up at me lasciviously, her hips still grinding against me, her voice barely audible over the thumping bass. “Sure, I’d love to see it.”

I put an arm around her waist and take Levi’s hand, holding them both close as we make our way through the pulsating crowd. The VIP room lies up a winding staircase at the back of the club, its floor to ceiling glass windows giving a perfect view of the sprawling dance floor below.

The bar inside the room isn’t staffed when the bouncer at the door lets us in. Blue lights whir and spin on the other side of the glass, casting a glow over the space. Sumptuous couches are set up around the perimeter of the room, and a raised platform with a silver pole extending to the ceiling stands in the middle of the room.

The music is still loud enough to be heard, but not loud enough to stop any conversation.

“Well, this is nice,” Stella says, sauntering to the windows and gazing down into the club. “Feels very exclusive.”

“Members only,” I say, and head to the bar.

“Yeah, and the members are us, huh?” Levi says with a laugh, walking up behind Stella and wrapping his arms around her waist. “Wonder if they can see us up here? Want to flash them and see?” He grabs the top of Stella’s dress and pulls it down, pressing her breasts against the glass.

She gasps, her head falling back against his shoulder as she laughs out loud. “Don’t you want to save them for yourself? Imagine all those people down there, seeing your tits.” She turns around, lifting a leg and wrapping it around Levi’s waist, grinding herself against him. “But I guess if you want to fuck me right here and give them a show, we could do that.” She nips at his chin, and Levi groans as he looks over at me.

“How the fuck does she do this?”

I laugh, shaking my head as I pour us all a tequila shot. “Get your asses over here, we need to celebrate.”

“Haven’t we been celebrating the whole time?” Stella asks as she and Levi make their way to the bar, still entwined, his arms wrapped around her waist. “Ooh tequila, it’s getting serious now.”

“Very serious.”

The strap of her dress drops from her shoulder as she reaches for her shot glass, and I can’t help but notice the sheen on her skin, the fabric of her dress straining over her breasts. One last drink . Then, I need to take them both home. The edging is fucking killing me.

We down our shots, and Levi sucks on his teeth. “That taste brings back memories.”

“Sure does!” Stella laughs loudly, and heads for the pole in the middle of the room. “Maybe I should dance for the two of you?”

Levi laughs, hauling me to the couch closest to the dais. “Go ahead, baby girl.”

Stella steps up on to the dais, taking a hold of the pole. “Can we get the music louder in here?” She asks, swaying her hips slowly as she leans back, her hand firmly wrapped around the shiny chrome.

I pull out my phone, and with a few swipes of my thumb, the speakers in the VIP room are pumping out music at a level nearing the one down on the dance floor. Levi puts his arm around me as Stella begins to dance, his hand on my thigh.

“Fuck she’s beautiful,” he murmurs against my ear. “Tell me that door’s locked.”

I turn to him, his sharp, tequila-fresh breath washing over my lips. “It’s locked, guapo . They won’t bother us.”

He gestures at the ceiling. “Cameras?”

Another few clicks on my phone, and the security system for the VIP room is blacked out. “No cameras.”

Levi pulls me in for a kiss, and he tastes clean and cool from the alcohol, his lips warm and soft against mine. “Good.”

He gets to his feet, and ambles over to Stella. She leans down to him with a tipsy smile, and he says something into her ear. Her eyes flash to mine, filling with hunger and lust, and she grabs Levi by the collar to kiss him deeply. His hands run up her dress, pushing it up her thighs, and the resounding smack of his hand on her ass is audible even over the music. Her mouth opens against his in a gasp, her mouth quickly twisting into a desirous smile, and I can feel her laugh in my very bones.

My own hand burns with the desire to see her flesh turn pink from my touch, to strike her round ass until she’s wet and begging to be taken. Instead, I clench my teeth together, watching as Levi peels down the front of her dress to reveal her breasts. Turning so he’s sure I can see, he teases one of Stella’s nipples with his tongue, but only for a moment before pulling the dress back up, and saying something to her I cannot hear. She nods, and Levi comes back to my side, sprawling next to me with his hand on my thigh.

“Private show,” he says, and he gently pushes my face so I’m not looking at him, but at her. “Eyes on her, pretty boy. Watch our girl dance for you.”

I groan lightly as his hand brushes over my groin, and Stella begins to dance around the chrome pole like she’s been doing this for years. “Dance for us, you mean?”

“This is all for you,” Levi breathes against my ear, unzipping my pants and taking a hold of my hardening cock. “A reward, to show you how proud we are of you.” He bites my earlobe as he starts to pump me, growling against my skin as I gasp. “Such a fucking good boy, aren’t you?”

The praise has me harder than steel, and I slouch back against the warming black leather of the sofa. I keep my eyes on Stella as Levi spits into his palm and fucks me with his hand.

Stella drops low to the floor, balancing expertly on her six inch heels like a trained dancer, and her dress rides up as she spreads her knees. Her cunt is glistening, a bright ruby red in the blue light of the club, the memory of that taste tracing over my tongue. My cock leaks pre-cum all over Levi’s hand at the thought, and the sudden slickness has me sucking a breath.

Levi drops to his knees on the floor in front of me, pushing my thighs apart. My chest pounds as I breathe, looking down at him and running my hand through his hair.

“Watch her, pretty boy.” He drags his tongue along the underside of my cock, and my head falls back against the couch, my eyes on Stella as she rises back to her feet, turning her back to me. At the moment that Levi takes me in his mouth, sucking me deep into his throat, Stella peels her dress from her body, pushing it over her ass, letting it drop down her long legs, and kicking it off the dais.

My brain short-circuits as Levi sucks me hard, Stella dancing right in front of me in nothing but a pair of high heels. Right here in my own club. Thank fuck that door is locked. Thank fuck no one can see in through those windows and see our girl bend over, exposing that perfect, smooth pussy.

Stella flicks her hair over her shoulder as she straightens, half-turning towards me, her hands on her breasts. She circles her hips, her round ass moving in a way that has me envisioning her on top of me, her hot cunt enveloping me as she screams and moans.

I need to touch her, I can’t handle this. I need to be touching them both. The pressure in my spine and my stomach builds as Levi’s mouth works me, and I raise my hand, gesturing to Stella with two fingers to come to me now.

She obediently steps down from the dais, sauntering towards me, swinging her hips. Our girl, totally fucking naked in a nighclub.

She looks down at Levi’s head bobbing in my lap with open hunger, then kneels on the couch beside me. I grab the back of her head and pull her in to me, kissing her and suddenly aware of her features in a way I never was before, the taste of her tongue and the heat of her lips, the way her body feels against my exposed chest.

Her delicate fingers stroke down the side of my throat, and I break the kiss to turn into her touch, her fingertips pressed to the seam of my lips. Fuck, I love her hands. I take her fingers into my mouth, sucking on them as she kisses my neck, my collarbone, her mouth traveling further, further, until her teeth close around my nipple and bite. Not hard enough to hurt but enough to have me moaning around her fingers, my hips bucking to shove my cock to the back of Levi’s throat. His hands spread on my thighs, holding me in place.

I hold Stella’s hand to my mouth, biting and sucking on her as my other hand moves between her thighs, finding that slick heat it was seeking out. Her moan echoes across my chest as I slide two fingers over her clit, sweet and engorged, begging to be devoured.

Pleasure, like iron, like silk, runs down the length of my shaft, my balls drawing up tight as Levi continues the relentless movements of his tongue, his teeth raking along my sensitive skin. Stella whimpers and mewls against my chest as I massage her clit, and it’s heaven, perfection fucking incarnate to have them both here, my best friend sucking me harder and harder, and the first woman I ever loved moaning and scratching at my chest as I drive her closer to her climax.

Or maybe it’s sin, and I’m so far gone that I don’t care that my grandfather was right. If this is sin, if this is an abomination and an insult to God, then so fucking be it. I’ll let those flames consume me forever, if this is what that is. If this is how I spend eternal damnation, I do not give a single fuck.

Stella comes quietly, and I can feel she needs more, I can feel it in the way she tries to guide my fingers inside her, the way her hips roll greedily, completely involuntarily. She needs, just like I need.

And then I throw my head back, Stella’s lips against my throat as I groan, one hot stream after another pumping down Levi’s throat, the pressure of each swallow wrenching out every last drop of my release. It’s so much, so fucking much, I can feel it escaping his lips and running all over me, coating his chin and my thighs. He pulls back, lips full and eyes wild with need, when Stella descends on him, kissing him hungrily, and my fucking god, watching her lick and suck at his lips, tasting me, me on his tongue, I know I need to get them both out of here right now.

As though she can sense my thoughts, Stella turns to me, her hands raking up my stomach. “Take me home,” she says, and though I can’t hear the words over the music, I don’t need to. Her perfect mouth huffs a hot breath against my skin, still vibrating with what Levi’s tongue just did to me, and they both gaze up at me, bright and dark all at once, lit up with what else this night is going to bring us.

Somehow Stella is back in her dress, and Levi cleans me up suitably to go back out in my own goddamn club. We’re grabbing at each other, stumbling drunkenly though our desire has made us all stone-cold sober, or drunk on something else entirely. I can taste the saltiness of my release on Levi’s lips, and I can’t help but push him against a wall and kiss him, drink him down as he presses his rock-hard dick against my hip.

“Come on, pretty boy,” he says with a groan, ice blue eyes flashing in the whirring club lights as he gazes up at me. “I need you both in my bed, right now.”

Stella is at my back, her hands around my waist, and I look down to watch her rub Levi through his jeans. Levi clenches his eyes shut, hissing out a breath. Her heat seeps through that flimsy dress, through my shirt to my skin, and here between them, deafening music around us, I feel whole and right .

We make it back to the car through a blur of bodies and lights, and Levi swipes shut the window to the driver. In an instant, before the car’s even pulled away from the curb, he has Stella on the floor. They’re a tangle of limbs, her legs wrapping around his waist as their lips meet feverishly. Her dress rides up around her hips, baring her ass to me as I lean back against the seat and watch.

I forgot how much I like to watch. Maybe it’s the fact that my climax is still burning through my body, spent and sated and fulfilled enough to just sit back and watch, enjoy the sounds and smells of their arousal from here. Stella whimpers and moans into Levi’s mouth as he ruts against her. It’s filthy and desperate, their need for each other, not caring that we’re in a car driving through the city, lights and people rushing past the windows as the driver takes us home. It doesn’t matter to them, and it sure as fuck doesn’t matter to me.

“Oh god,” Stella breathes, her back arching as Levi pulls down her dress, his mouth covering one of her plump nipples, a hand bracing under her hip to hitch her up higher, giving me a perfect view of her dripping pussy. “Levi, I need you. Please. Please.” She fists his shirt, twisting and arching, fighting to get as much of him exposed as she can.

Levi pulls back from her, and grins over his shoulder at me. He pulls Stella up to her knees, and she leans against him, eyes closed, lips seeking his.

“Bend over, baby girl,” he commands, directing her towards me.

Without hesitation, she lays over me, and I wrap my arms around her, her greedy mouth consuming mine. Sweat lines her lips, and she’s trembling ever so slightly. Her dress is pushed up to meet my arms, and Levi’s fingers brush my forearms as he caresses her back.

She cries out as she kisses me, the sounds muffled by my tongue. She breaks the kiss, her eyes closed and her mouth parted as she moans. “Oh fuck,” she murmurs. She looks over her shoulder, and my gaze follows hers, to where Levi is kneeling behind her. His hand is between her thighs, I can hear how wet she is as his fingers move.

He looks down at her, at where his hand is fucking her slowly, and growls low in his chest. “Such a pretty pussy.” He shoves her forward against me, aided by the movement of the car as it takes a curve in the road, and he buries his face between her legs.

Stella moans against my neck, her fingers clawing at my skin.

“Does his tongue feel good?” I ask her, tipping her flushed face up with my fingers, so her hooded eyes are gazing up at me. She nods, panting, licking her lips.

“Oh fuck, it feels too good.”

“Good girl.” I cup her breasts in my hands, catching her nipples between my fingers, earning me a sweet, needy moan. “I told you, guera , we’re going to get you wet and ready, make that pussy come for us so you can take us both.”

Her brow furrows, her head falling against my chest, her heartbeat thumping through her ribcage. Her movements are smaller now, her moans high-pitched.

“That’s it, nice and quiet.” I pull her up to meet me, so her desperate breaths are caught between us. “Don’t scream now, this is just for us. Be quiet for us, guera, we don’t want to share this with anyone else.” She bites her lips together, her body shivering, her nipples so hard they could almost graze open the skin on my chest.

Levi is still kneeling between her legs like a man praying, worshiping, drawing her climax out slowly with every stroke of his tongue against her needy flesh.

The car begins to slow, telling me we’re off the highway and winding our way through the suburbs. Almost home.

Stella muffles her open-mouthed cry against my skin, hands desperately clinging to the back of my neck as she tries to hold on, to not be lost in this moment and scream out her climax. She bucks against Levi’s mouth, and he groans into her cunt. Just like in the club, I can sense her need, her urgency to have more, more of us, all of us, just like she said.

Levi kisses his way up her back, leaning over her, wrapping a hand around her throat. “Fuck, baby girl.” He kisses her neck, rubbing himself against her bare ass. “I need to be inside this pussy.”

The minutes tick by agonizingly slowly as the car winds its way through the streets of Bellford Heights. Levi pulls Stella’s dress into place, and he kisses me so I can taste her on his lips, and Stella lies against my chest, watching us with wide eyes.

Finally, the car comes to a stop, and Levi guides a weak-kneed Stella across the lawn, her legs wobbling atop her high heels. I fling an over-generous tip to the driver and thank him. He probably heard what went on in the back of the car, and I don’t much care.

Under the light of the moon I head for the house, and once I’m inside I hear footsteps on the stairs, Levi and Stella going up ahead of me. I close the door behind me, and follow them.

Soft light spills from Stella’s bedroom, and when I walk in, she’s already naked, on all fours on the bed, watching as Levi sheds his clothes. Her eyes move to me as I walk in, and as I set about stripping off, her gaze moves from me to him and back again, taking us both in, her expression soft and wanting.

“How do we do this?” She asks.

I move to the bed, and she sits back on her folded legs as she gazes up at me. I stroke the hair from her face.

“Where do you want us?” I’m letting her take the lead, letting her decide how this goes.

Her brow furrows for a moment, and then she looks over her shoulder at Levi. “I want you in my pussy.” She turns back to me, looking up at me with trust and love. “And I want you…” She trails off, her cheeks flushing red.

I lean over her, taking her face in my hands and kissing her deeply. “Whatever you say, guera .” I look over at Levi, and gesture to the bed. “Come here, guapo, and lie down.”