Get-Together Summer (14 page)

Then he felt Dirk's hands on his inner thighs,
pushing his legs even wider open, and not coincidentally moving
Haley's with them. Automatically he tightened his fingers and
lifted his hips, hissing through his teeth as Haley shifted on top
of him. For her part, she wriggled as if to entice him, then arched
her back, so that her head gently touched the back of the couch.
Simon watched her for a moment, entranced, then jumped as Dirk's
fingers ran lightly up the insides of his thighs.

He looked down just in time to see Dirk lean forward,
pressing his face between both their thighs. At first there was
just his breath, hot and fast, and then there was the quick wet
pressure of a tongue, tracing first around Simon's balls, lifting
each in turn, and then tracing up the line of his cock to where it
was buried inside of Haley. When Dirk's tongue brushed against that
soft line between their bodies Haley cried out, high and shrill,
and then Simon felt him moving up; from the way she jerked and
whimpered, he had to guess that Dirk had found her clit to
tease.

Then he moved down again, slow and easy, tracing
through the folds of Haley's cunt and the lines of Simon's cock
where it flowed into her body; after a moment he whispered, his
voice low and more felt than heard, "Go on, fuck her."

Simon bit his lip hard enough to hurt. He closed his
eyes and gripped Haley's hips more tightly, then began to move
again, slow at first, finding the rhythm again. Haley moved with
him eagerly, gasping, her body clenching and flexing around him. He
had to close his eyes to keep some semblance of control, panting
softly as he began to speed his pace up.

And the whole time Dirk moved between the two of
them, first licking Haley's clit again, then pressing his tongue
flat against the root of Simon's cock. Once he slipped the very tip
of his tongue into Haley's body, alongside Simon, and the added
pressure of that was enough that Simon cried out himself, finally,
loud and startled.

"Oh," Dirk breathed, sounding pleased. "You like
that, don't you, prettyboy, you like sharing that space with my
tongue, huh? You like fucking your pretty cousin? You like having
her on your cock and fucking you with everything she's got? You
should see the two of you, you're such a goddamn nice picture, I
bet that's something you've thought about, isn't it? Thought about
sticking your dick inside of her and fucking her till she screams?
Or that you're being where I was, you've got yourself inside of her
and that's where I've been. You like my cock too, I bet, I bet
you'd want it up your ass, you'd like it if I fucked you the same
way you're fucking her, maybe you'd like to do both those things at
the same time, huh? What do you think about that?"

Simon groaned. He clawed at Haley's
sides, shaking as she ground down harder against him, spreading her
legs what felt like impossibly wider. Dirk pinned them both with
his hands, holding them relatively still -- it was still possible
for Simon to thrust, and he did so with enthusiasm -- but he
couldn't close his legs now, and neither could she. They were open
and exposed and the dazed thought crossed his mind,
Dirk is watching us do this, he's got his face
right there,
and it was nearly enough to
make him come on the spot.

"Oh yeah," Dirk murmured, as if he could sense
Simon's thoughts; he still sounded darkly pleased. "She's all
stretched around you, you know? Pretty and pink, that's both of
you, you're fucking her hard enough that she'll feel it for weeks.
You like that, don't you, pretty girl? Oh, you like it, you want
more of it, you want him to fuck you until you don't even remember
your name ..." He trailed off and leaned forward again, laving the
wet flat of his tongue across the join of their bodies again. Simon
keened low in his throat, shaking his head blindly, unable to do
more than keep driving himself into her.

"You wanna come, pretty girl?" Dirk purred, his lips
moving against their skin. "Hey Haley, hey baby, do you want it?
Hm?"

She stammered something, her lips pursing around
syllables that hardly seemed to connect. Her skin was slick now
under Simon's hands, her sweat and his mixing as she ground down
against his cock. "I, wh, pl--"

"Should I let her?" Dirk leaned back, and Simon,
obedient, opened his eyes to look down at him. "Should I let both
of you do it?"

"Please," Haley managed now, her
voice cracking on the end of the word. "I, yes, yes,
yes
--"

Simon licked his mouth. His lower lip felt swollen
and sensitive. He nodded once, not trusting his voice the same way
Haley had hers, and Dirk smiled -- gently this time, with affection
in his eyes.

"All right, pretties," he murmured. "Hold on."

Later Simon couldn't say for sure what he did to
Haley -- he moved his hand from pinning their thighs to up between
her legs, and that was the last Simon could keep track of it --
then leaned to press his lips firmly where their bodies came
together, sucking hard and fast. Haley shrieked, so loudly that
Simon's ears rang with it, and then the tight clenching of her body
around his was too much and he was coming, so hard and fast that he
blacked out for a few seconds, clutching Haley's hips for dear
life.

When he came to, he was slumped awkwardly on the
couch, Haley's body deadweight against his. Dirk's hands were on
his knees, warm and rough, and Dirk himself was kneeling up,
watching them both with dark eyes. His lips were shining and wet,
and as Simon watched, he licked them deliberately, looking entirely
pleased with himself.

"Aw," he said, and his voice was now so low and rough
that Simon could barely recognize it. "That was really nice, you
two. Really pretty."

Haley moaned, her hips giving
another feeble twitch. Simon hissed a little at the pressure, too
sensitive now, squeezing his eyes shut again. Dirk chuckled, though
not unkindly; after a moment his fingers pressed between their legs
again, gently helping Simon to slip free. A small part of him
regretted the separation; the rest of him was too stunned still to
really contemplate more than the blindingly obvious:
I just had sex with Haley in front of her
boyfriend. I think he liked it as much as we did.

Fingers brushed Simon's cheek, making him look up,
though he had to blink a few times to clear his vision. Dirk was
standing before them now, and his pants were opened, his cock
standing out straight and free. His hand was gentle as he touched
Simon's face, but Simon's gaze was drawn irresistibly to his cock,
red and hard and dripping at the tip. He shifted a little, jostling
Haley, who moaned and opened her eyes as well; it didn't take her
long to focus on Dirk -- and his hard cock -- as well.

"Oh," she breathed, then reached out to touch it. She
brushed her fingers very lightly over the top, tracing it from root
to crown. Dirk hissed, his fingers clenching into a fist against
Simon's cheek, but still not exerting any more than light pressure
against his skin. Haley murmured again, her motions slow and pliant
and easy as she slung her other arm around Simon's shoulders as if
for balance, and then continued stroking her fingers very gently up
and down Dirk's cock. She leaned her head against Simon's, and he
leaned back in turn. In a way it felt almost more intimate than the
act of sex itself, the two of them pressed together so close like
this.

"You too," she murmured after a moment. "You should
also touch him."

"Me ... ?" Simon swallowed hard. He looked up at
Dirk, whose eyes had been tightly shut -- they cracked open just a
little at Simon's question, dark and glittering. "Um."

"Go on," Dirk agreed, his voice rougher than before.
"Show me what you got, prettyboy."

Simon bit his lip and sat up straighter. Haley
squeaked a little as she slid off his lap, tightening her arm
around his neck. He took a deep breath and reached out to run his
fingers along the underside of Dirk's cock, copying Haley's
movements from the other side. The skin here was softer than he
expected, and in some places looser despite the overall tightness;
Dirk's balls were heavy against his knuckles when he brushed
against them.

"Mmhmm," Haley murmured in his ear, before she nipped
the lobe lightly. Simon shuddered, his eyes slitting half-shut. He
wasn't really ready to go again, not after sex like that, but there
was a new hot tightness in his belly that he couldn't deny. "He
likes to be teased -- don't you, Dirk?"

Dirk made a sound that was almost a laugh, short and
sharp and contained mostly in his throat. "You like to tease,
baby," he said. "I just like it when you touch me, no matter
what."

She hummed, sounding pleased; her earlier
embarrassment seemed to have faded in the wake of her orgasm. She
kissed Simon's cheek, then leaned forward to lick the head of
Dirk's cock, her tongue snaking out of her mouth to flick against
it in the open air. Simon drew in a sharp breath as he watched
that, his own hand pausing for a moment. Haley looked straight up
at Dirk as she licked him, concentrating all of her efforts on the
slit of the head of his cock. It didn't take long for Dirk's hips
to start shifting, and he bit his lower lip hard, nostrils flaring
in an attempt to keep his breathing even.

He was always in control, it seemed; even with the
few times Simon had watched, he'd never actually seen Dirk truly
lose control -- he always seemed focused, even when working his way
to an orgasm.

That was nice too, but what he really wanted to see,
he thought, was Dirk's desperate face.

He leaned forward himself now, adjusting Haley's
weight and position on him. She glanced at him briefly and he saw
the corners of her mouth go up; she probably knew what he was
thinking about, or at least had a good guess. Haley had always been
good at reading him; it was one of the reasons that Simon loved
her. He stared down at Dirk's cock, licked his lips, and then
pressed them to the other side of his cockhead, opposite of Haley's
movements yet again.

"
Fuck
," Dirk hissed, sounding almost
reverent now. His hips jerked forward before he seemed to stop
himself, quivering with restrained fervor. Simon watched Haley
lapping at Dirk's cock for a moment, then tried to copy that
gesture, curious. The taste was more musky than anything else, with
a bitter-sour edge at the back of his throat, so that every time he
breathed in, he could taste it. It wasn't
bad
, though, and he found himself
growing more used to it as he continued. Dirk was whining now,
swearing low under his breath, another litany of filthy
words:
goddamn pretty mouths, fuck both of
you, ah, you're going to drive me crazy, fuck that's good, yeah,
just like that.

It was the same sort of thing he'd been saying to
Haley the first time Simon caught them having sex. The realization
brought a brief flush of pride to him, and he dragged his tongue
for a longer pass down the length of Dirk's cock, reveling in the
low groan he pulled out in response.

"Simon," Haley murmured. He turned
to look at her curiously, and she winked at him. She gripped the
base of Dirk's cock and then inclined her head a little. It took
him a moment to realize what she meant, but once he had, he
willingly moved back up, opening his mouth to wrap his lips around
the head of Dirk's cock. Somehow it was less strange than he had
been afraid it would be; it was still
odd
, but not in any sort of actually
offputting way. The living heat of him was hot enough to nearly
burn, shifting against Simon's tongue in nervous little bursts. He
looked up and met Dirk's eyes again.

Then Haley began to stroke, her fingers wrapped
firmly around Dirk's cock. Simon held as still as possible, only
shifting to better wrap his lips around his teeth as Haley's
movements made Dirk shift inside his mouth. Each time he noticed
his own head slipping a little lower, pulling Dirk a little further
into his mouth, though in the end, he had to stop a little less
than halfway through, breathing hard through his nose.

"You like that, don't you?" Haley said. At first
Simon thought she was just talking to Dirk, but when he glanced at
her, she was looking back and forth between both of them, looking
satisfied with herself. He moaned a little, as best he could, and
his was echoed by Dirk's.

"Fuck, baby," he hissed, sounding almost reverent.
"When did you get such a dirty mind?"

"Mmm," she said, and leaned to kiss his hip.
"Probably around the same time I started sleeping with you."

"You really gonna blame this on me?" He sounded more
amused than anything else, breathless now. "But aren't you supposed
to be a good girl?"

"I'm great, not good," she said. She bit his hip
again, her white teeth scraping against his hip. "And you know it."
With her lips still against his skin she reached out and slid her
fingers into Simon's hair, urging him down just a small fraction
deeper. "And I think maybe Simon's the same."

Simon moaned at the sound of his
name, closing his eyes again. He tried to focus entirely on the
weight and pressure in his mouth, the hot salty taste of it and the
slow wet noises Dirk's cock made as it slid in and out of his
mouth. Haley's hand slid to his shoulders instead, using him to
brace her weight as she leaned up; he heard the wet soft sounds of
a kiss, but again, instead of feeling upset, he felt almost
inspired by it -- he wanted to do more, he wanted them
both
to be pleased by
him.

He took in a deep breath through his nose and went
down further, struggling a little as Dirk's cock hit the back of
his throat, flexing his fingers hard against his hips. Haley's hand
touched his head again, stroking his hair gently.