It's The Same - Part 2B
The atmosphere in the room was becoming so intense that my arms were beginning to quiver, complicating my efforts to stay upright. I began to throb, aching with need, as Paul crawled downwards to meet Rich's boxer shorts. Richard smiled in encouragement, and Paul pulled the boxers away. After giving Rich his seductive eyebrow manoeuvre (it was a mastered art), he delicately wrapped one hand around the base of Rich's cock and flicked the tip once with his tongue. He heard Rich gasp with pleasure and enjoyed holding this power over him, loved to tease him and let the tension rise before he would finally give him what he wanted. It was a game that he liked to play with me when he and I slept together, and it was always worth the wait.
Paul continued the tease by licking him, slowly and sensually, from the base to the tip. "Just do it, damn you!" I almost screamed. If I didn't know better, i'd think it was me that he was screwing and not Rich. It certainly felt like it. He was fucking my mind long before he was fucking Rich's body.
After a little more teasing, I heard Rich whisper, "Please," his fingers weaved in Paul's hair. Paul smiled before finally taking Rich in his mouth, swallowing him a little bit at a time. Rich began moaning again, throwing his head back into the pillow, thrusting gently. Paul closed his eyes and grunted encouragement to Rich as he sucked skillfully.
I bowed my head down, mentally reminding myself not to lose control. I tried to ignore the increasing pulsing in my groin as I very slowly and quietly took a deep breath and exhaled. After four of five of these, I had to admit, I felt a little better. Though it was getting hard to block out the sounds coming from the bed - which, I noticed as I raised my head again, were starting to increase in urgency.
"Paul...Oh, shit...Shit..." Richard sighed as he felt the strong throbbing building. Paul smiled with his mouth full as he sucked harder and faster. Rich arched his back as he reached his crescendo, crying out and panting. I almost came myself, before contentrating hard enough to hold it back. Jesus, if my body responded like this when Rich came, I hated to think how i'd take the pressure if Paul did the same.
Paul rose to meet Rich and erotically twirled his tongue around Rich's, giving him a taste of his own juices. I found myself wishing that I were in Rich's place, making love to someone so beautiful, giving and recieving such incredible pleasure...But my time had passed. I had been a toy for Paul to play with, a casual screw as he tried to ignore his desires for Rich.
He still made me horny as hell, though.
"Paul?" I heard Rich ask, pulling back slightly. He looked almost embarassed. "Um...I want to...How do I...?"
Paul smiled, planting soft kisses on the Adam's Apple bobbing in Rich's throat. "It's okay. I want you to," he replied.
"But...won't I hurt you?"
"No. I promise."
I knew what was going to happen, and bit down on my lower lip to keep myself from completely losing it. I could taste my own blood seeping from the fresh wounds on my lip, but I didn't care. Even then I couldn't drag my eyes away as Paul began kissing Rich on the lips again, reaching down to take Rich's cock in his hand. My eyes dilated in anticipation, as though it was I who was about to be entered.
Paul gently eased Rich's cock inside him and began moaning again, leaning his head backwards. Rich was a fairly quick learner in the sex department, I discovered, as he carefully began thrusting himself inside Paul. Paul leant forward slightly and rocked against him, closing his eyes in bliss and concentration. By the look on his face - I was familiar with it by now - it wouldn't be long before he would hit his peak. Or I, for that matter - it was getting more difficult to calm the powerful climax building inside me.
Sure enough, after a while his moans began to raise in pitch, and he rocked frantically against Richard.
"Ohh, God!" he hissed as he came, his body shuddering with the strength of his summit. As he did so, I couldn't hold back any longer, and I bit down on my hand (great, another part of my body with teeth marks - how would I explain this one?) - as my climax took over. I did the best I could to remain quiet - not that Paul would've heard me, his cries and gasps would've drowned out any sounds that I made.
Paul flopped like a wet rag onto Rich's chest, panting, and Rich pulled himself out. They looked at each-other, smiling, and began kissing again, often having to come up for air. My convulsions stopped and left me gasping when they spoke again.
"I hope to God that Tim couldn't hear us," Rich murmured, giggling. My ears burned at the mention of my name, and I began crawling cautiously out of the room, like a truck backing out of a parking lot.
"I love you," Paul whispered, smothering Rich's neck with kisses.
"You're pretty quick to fall in love, don't you think?"
"Not really. I took me this long to realise it, never mind expressing it to you."
One more passionate kiss was exchanged before Paul said, "Now get some sleep, baby. We have a long day ahead of us."
I silently agreed with him as I rose to my feet outside the door, standing on the tips of my toes. Yes, going by what all three of us had experienced, it would be a long day.
As I crept back into my room, I couldn't quite control my jealousy.
part 3