Hide and Seek.

Chapter 8

"Oh..." Sarah doesn't know what to say to this. They got so far, only to be stopped midway. It wasn't going to happen after all.

"...so I think that you guys should have it..." he extends his strong arm, offering the condom. "I mean...you wanted this for so long—"

Sarah is up on record time. "Allan, no. I can't do this without you." She locks him between her arms, trying desperately to make him stay. She wants this, badly, it's true, but she doesn't think she will have the courage to go all the way without him there to ground her. "Please, I can't do it without you."

"But we don't have—"

"We will do it without it then..." Allan tries to protest, but she gives him that look that shows that she isn't done talking yet. "Don't worry, I'm safe. I just had my period a week ago."

Her fiancé isn't sure about this, she can tell. And not because he won't accept another guy buried deep inside of her, but because he knows that she isn't ready for kids. Probably won't ever be. He needs her to make sure that she wants to do this. 

"It's dangerous..." he warns.

Sarah answers him with a gentle yet promising kiss, and all his resolution seems to fade. Allan makes the first move after that, kisses her cheek, followed by the sweet mole she has right above her collarbone - where he knows she is a little bit ticklish - just to lighten the mood. He's always gentle with her, always letting her take the more dominant role when the mood strikes her, but he's also relatively insistent once he knows she's as willing as he is. Peter joins them and starts mimicking Allan's moves, mouthing the tender skin of her neck.

With her eyes closed, it's hard to tell them apart. There are lips tasting the skin on top of her breasts and the crook of her neck, and then hands trying to work in conjoint to remove her shirt. Lucky for them, she's not wearing a bra, and that's how she finds herself completely naked in just a matter of seconds.

There's an abnormally long moment of silence, and she has to open her eyes to know what's happening. When she does open then, Sarah finds her lovers at a loss of words, just staring at her.

"You are so fucking beautiful, I just..."

"I know." Allan completes. "The most beautiful."

They go back to worshiping her now naked body, and the sensation is even stronger than she previously imagined. Allan kisses an invisible trace starting on her inner thigh, and leading to the sleek moisture in the middle. She takes a deep breath when his tongue graces the inside of her folds and he sucks on gently on the trembling skin. Peter, not wanting to fall behind, mouths at her nipples and teases them with his tongue at the same time that Allan speeds up his motion.

Her body spasms and shakes with the intense pleasure. She's so close. So close, until...

"How far are we going?" Peter pauses to whisper, suddenly close enough that they could almost count his eyelashes.

It takes her a few moments before she realizes that both of her lovers are waiting for her answer. Neither of them knows exactly where this all is going, so they just let themselves be guided by her soft voice. "Why don't we just see where things go?" She's sitting on the edge of the bed now, while they stand up. Towering over her smaller figure.

"...just see?"

Allan is someone who likes to know where things start and especially where they end. He needs to know where he's standing, so he won't risk a fall, and Sarah knows that. But she can't promise anything more. She doesn't know how this is supposed to work, not really, and there's a little pressure on her shoulders, a phantom limb of responsibility since this is only happening because of her. If she wasn't so stubborn and resentful, they would've made peace long ago. But then again, if she wasn't like that, they wouldn't all be standing right in the middle of the bedroom, together.

Two lovers. Just one her. And she has to keep them both satisfied.

Peter reaches out suddenly and brushes his fingers against Allan's. To his credit, he doesn't flinch away this time. He just flicks his eyes down to their hands and then meets Peter's eyes again, finally settling a little.

"We see where things go," Allan says, more certain this time.

He links his hand with Allan's and gives a little tug. Presenting him with the option to break away. To draw the line. But he doesn't. Peter traces the path that leads to Allan's face, and gently holds his jaw. "Is ok if I do this?" Peter asks with one hand tracing his jawline, and the other one touching the outline of his plush lips. Allan seems to be at a loss for words, but he doesn't move away either. Peter stares into his eyes looking for approval, but he can't quite read what he sees, so he has to ask again. "Can I do it?"

Allan's eyes drop to Peter's lips and he furrows his eyebrows a little like they're a math problem he can't quite solve. Yet. "Only one way to find out." he mocks, with a smile.

Peter gently leans forward and kisses Allan. It's a little awkward at first, but both men seem avid in not giving up on each other just yet. Judging by their moans, they seem to find a rhythm that pleases them both, and Sarah can't help but wish to join them soon. She can tell by the way she's squeezed tighter between the two of them, that they desperately seek each other's bodies.

Allan pulls back eventually, eyes clouded with desire and lips swollen from the violent kiss. If the grinding motion Sarah is doing against his crotch serves as any indication, she is getting impatient with all this foreplay. She kisses him this time, lifting the hem of his shirt to remove it, and then run her long nails through his sensitive abdomen He distantly hears the gentle sound of fabric falling into the wooden floor, and unconsciously looks down to his shorts, but they are still there. He looks past her to find Peter getting rid of his pants, exposing his full erection to the cold air. It bobs up and down one time, calling his attention.

"Like what you see?" Peter asks, quirking an eyebrow.

He chuckles. "Maybe..."

Allan doesn't know what is says about him, and what he likes and wants, that the image presented at them does look appealing. A lot. He never thought of himself as someone who would ever venture into such waters, but then again, he never thought the same about Peter. But here they are. Together.

Sarah's naked body is straddled on top of his, as she gives bite-like kisses all over his exposed chest. He feels a tug on the waistband of his shorts, and when the cold air starts to grace his skin, he lifts his head up.

"What are you doing?"

Allan looks to find Peter on his knees, just inches away from his crotch, about to do...something. He swallows an impossibly painful dryness. Is he really going to do this? Does he like doing it? Allan's mind is spinning with many questions, but still no answer. All he does know is that he wants this. Whatever Peter is about to do with him, he wants it.

"What does it look like I'm doing?"

"It looks like..." Allan doesn't finish. He's taken by a shyness that seems impossible to contain, so she shuts his mouth before something he doesn't want comes out of it.

"..like I'm about to make you a very happy man."