Becoming Us (COMPLETE)

*Fifty Two*

In the morning, Carey's alarm woke us. I grumbled as he smashed me into the mattress to stretch over to the nightstand and make the terrible beeping stop.

"Come back." Tre's voice was rough with sleep. I peeked over my shoulder to watch him reach out for Carey and wrap his arms around him as he slipped back into place between us. "You too." Tre's palm landed on my waist, tugging me back against Carey's chest.

A hum rumbled in Carey's throat. "This is good." One arm snaked under my neck, curving over my shoulders in a hug, and from the sounds of contentment coming from Tre, Carey's other hand was on him. "Nobody move."

I thought of Mama in the other bedroom, and everything we'd have to deal with today. None of that sounded like more fun than lying exactly where I was. "Okay," I agreed, "just for today."

The bed shifted as Tre leaned up on his elbow. I turned enough to see them, and Carey's hand slipped to my breast. Tre kissed Carey's neck, making his grip on me tighten as he tilted his head, giving Tre better access.

Tre watched as Carey rolled my nipple between his fingers and his cock hardened against my ass. Moving his hand between us, Tre traced his fingers down Carey's abs, then over his thick length, petting him, and making Carey gasp.

My heart raced as I rolled to my side to face them completely. I smoothed my finger over the drop of moisture leaking from Carey's tip, spreading it over the soft head.

"What time do you have to leave?" Tre asked Carey, as he gave me a sleepy smile.

"Umm, eight?" Carey sighed as I lifted my shiny fingertip to Tre's lips, and he sucked Carey's taste from my skin.

"Never mind. I'll quit."

Tre chuckled. "We have an hour and a half." He moved to give Carey space to relax on his back. "We can make you come and still have time for breakfast together. Right, baby?"

My eyes darted to the wall we shared with the other bedroom, and I nodded. "You just have to be quiet."

Carey smirked. "No promises."

"Gemma," Tre pointed at the nightstand, "will you get the lube?" He leaned down to nuzzle Carey's neck, and whispered, "That is, if you want me to touch you again." His hand moved under Carey's balls to rub his ass, and Carey nodded.

I passed him the tube, and Carey lifted his arm, pulling me against his side. "Come here." His fingers moved into my hair, tilting my head back so he could kiss me. I traced the hard lines of his chest and stomach as he cupped my ass, and his breathing became shallow.

Tre pushed Carey's legs apart, and I hooked my leg over the one closest to me. Running my hand down the back of Carey's thigh, I helped Tre spread his cheeks while he covered him in lube and Carey's cock pointed to the ceiling.

"Does that feel good?" Tre asked.

Carey nodded and stroked himself.

Tre shook his head and leaned forward. "Let me."

He lowered and sucked the head of Carey's dick, making him whimper and lift his hips, wanting more. Carey's grip on my ass tightened as Tre slid lower, sucking him deep and moving his other hand.

"Ah, fuck." Carey jerked as Tre's arm moved in a pumping motion, and his mouth kept the same rhythm on Carey's cock.

I kissed Carey's cheek and nibbled his ear as heat pooled between my thighs. Seeing the two of them together, so strong and sexy, giving, loving each other, it felt so perfectly right. Nothing made me happier than being a part of them.

A short while later, Carey whimpered. "Almost, Tre." He inhaled through his teeth. "Jesus. Fuck. Don't stop." His hand moved to Tre's cheek, caressing him, as his arm tightened in a vice-like grip around me.