Hide and Seek.

Chapter 9

And with that Peter tugs Allan's pants and underwear down in one smooth motion, and his hard length disappears between his lips almost instantaneously. Allan's breath gets caught up in his throat, and he grips to the bed frame like it's the only thing keeping his in place. It isn't anything she hasn't seen before - Allan was always over-sensitive and very responsive - but having Peter glance over Allan's hardness like he had been dreaming about it for ages, is enough to make her whole body burn, like the moisture dripping down her legs is made of pure lava, and all she really wants is to set them all on fire with it.

Sarah looks between her lovers and quirks and eyebrow at their unusual exchange. She's been notoriously disinterested in giving head ever since the first time she tried it, years ago. Her mouth was far too small to fit him in comfortably, and she would just end up out of breath and frustrated. Allan never held it against her. He would even go to the extent of saying that he didn't even like it that much, even though she always thought he was just lying to make her feel better.

And if his rapid moans are any indication, he definitely does like it. Loves it even. Or maybe Peter is just that good, and he knows just how to flick his tongue on the right spot to make Allan shiver and shake uncontrollably. He has his head thrown back, and his mouth hangs open as he tries to voice words here and there by fails every time.

"Holy shit—fuck!"

Sarah is surprised at that, but no displeased. She never heard him cursing like that, and the image of him, undone and crumbling under Peter's touch, send shivers down her spine. They look good together. She should've known by now that they would, but she never noticed before. Maybe there was more to Allan's insistence of him being there than just to confront her real feelings and finally found out the truth on the matter. Maybe he too had one or two things he wanted to know himself.

Sarah thinks he might just get it by now.

"Fuck, why you have to be such a tease?"

Allan asks, but it's mostly rhetorical. There's no answer aside from Peter's head bobbing up and down again, faster and stronger each time.

Because Sarah knows him to be a little needy after he has reached his climax, she seamlessly sits on top of him, and empales herself on his shaft, swallowing his pleasure like he always wanted her to. Allan is trembling almost uncontrollably, but she's still not done with him. Just because she also likes to tease him beyond what he can take, she rocks back and forth quickly, making sure to ride him until he has fully emptied himself inside of her.

"Fuck!" he hisses, sweat dripping down his temples. "I just need a...I just..."

"You all right?" Peter asks him, gently caressing his chest and Allan glances up to meet his eyes. He's panting a little, but he's smiling. "Too much for you, big boy?"

Peter can be a cocky son of a bitch, but Allan kind of likes this teasing game they play.

"Why are you smiling there, Pete? You weren't the one riding me."

"Not this time, no." He says, pointedly, and it makes them both look back at him through hooded eyes. "But I was the one sucking your dick so good, that it took your breath away."

"Cocky son of a bitch."

"You didn't even see the half of it." He says, grinning so wide it might just split his face in half. "But you will."

"Boys, do me a favor and play nice, will you?" she teases them, joining the game.

Suddenly there's something dark and wanting showing on Peter's eyes. Without saying anything he helps her out of her position, and into a new one. She's sitting on the edge of the bed between them, as Peter's hands run down her torso. He holds her by the neck, and steals a forceful kiss, just as Allan starts touching her as well. She's lost in sensations, but she still wants more.

"I don't do any favors, Sarah." He starts, with one finger just barely teasing the outside of her lips, just waiting for her response. "I'm just a selfish bastard that wanted you all to myself...didn't even care how I was going to do it. Just wanted to be here..." he slides one finger in, and it's all so moist he just wants to keep it there forever. "...right fucking here. Like I was always meant to," another finger goes in, and he sucks a desperate gasp from her lips, kisses her sloppily just to tease her even further. "Because you know...just once..." he starts moving his fingers in and out, driven almost mad by the noises the motions steals from her. She's close, he thinks. "...I wanted to know what you tasted like."

And that sends her over the edge again, and her release comes loud and quick this time. It isn't unexpected, but somehow it still manages to surprise her. Maybe is the whole situation that still feels too surreal for her to fully grasp, but her climax just came like a wave of realization and made it all real.

Only when she thought she couldn't get more aroused, Peter lithely sucks on his fingers and does taste her, like he said he wanted to.

"I knew you would taste good. So fucking good."

She feels almost like in a trance, but then Peter motions for Allan to join them and he does the same thing. Allan is no stranger to her taste, but this time is different. She can tell he finds is much more erotic, because just like that, he's hard again. Ready for whatever they might do next. And then they kiss, with her dancing between their tongues, but now in more ways than just one.

"I want you." She says, and they at her, expectantly. "Both of you. I can't wait anymore."