farewell (18+)

37. Junkie Little Boyfriend

"Are you sure you wanna do this, love?"

I nodded at max, surer than ever. I pulled him by the nape, clashing lips in an unparalleled hunger. He reached out to cup a breast through my negligee, teasing the nipple with his thumb, making it pierce the soft fabric. I licked his tongue, feeling the skin of my neck tingle with another pair of soft lips that moved up in a slow rhythm. Vlad's hand came around me, making its way down my stomach to rest between my legs. He rubbed my bare clit in small, lazy circles, lubing it with my juices.

I stopped kissing Max and threw my head behind with a moan. He hooked my cleavage to expose me, mouth quickly finding a hardened nipple. His warm tongue lapped against it as I rocked my hips onto Vlad's fingers, overwhelmed by so many sensations. The pressure increased in my core. Max sucked me with gusto, and I saw them lock eyes.

"Stop fighting for my attention," I said. "I want everyone to enjoy this."

I tilted Max's chin up, bringing him back to me, but I threw my head to the side. He captured Vlad's lips over my shoulder, kissing him with natural expertise. I got out of the way to watch them. Vlad seemed stiff at first, but I reached down his underwear and started to stroke his thick girth. His hand shot to Max's hair, grabbing a handful of it, breath caught in his throat.

He was starting to like it.

I felt waves of shock go down my body, right to my pussy. Max pushed my hand out of the way and cupped Vlad, making him groan. I started touching myself to the sight of them pleasuring each other, finally getting along. They were so hot, so beautiful together, and all mine.

Vlad pulled away, and both of them looked at me. "You know you can't have both, right?" they asked me in unison, but the voice that came out was only one, and it actually belonged to me.

I opened my eyes to be welcomed by darkness. Max was lying by my side, sleeping peacefully. It had all been a dream.

"Are you alright, love?" he mumbled.

"Yeah..." I took a sharp breath. "Just a bad dream."

I turned my back to him, clenching my thighs together to shut the tingling between them. If I knew one thing, was that there was nothing bad about that dream. In fact, waking up in the middle of the action had made me incredibly frustrated... and scared of myself.

***

"Thank you for being there for Anna when I wasn't," Max said during dinner.

Both Maggie and Tom waved it off. "I hope you don't mind that I told her about you and Farley," the latter said.

"No, you did the right thing. The cat was out of the bag, and I was too busy freaking out to explain everything to her."

"I'm just glad we worked it out." I let my fork down to hold his hand. "We fight a lot, but we're pretty good at talking things through."

Max gave me a bittersweet smile. "I just wished we didn't have to be so good at it."

My eyes fell, and I turned them back to our friends. "You guys used to do the long-distance too. Do you have any advice for us?"

"Well, for starters, we didn't live as far apart as you two," Tom said. "It's easier to see each other more frequently when you're only three hours away."

"And it helped that I had relatives in Oxford, but..." Maggie gave her boyfriend a hesitant look before going on. "But the only thing that really did the trick was moving in together."

I felt Max squeeze my hand. I was afraid they would say that, and apparently, so was he.

"There's no way around it," Tom said. "Every couple has their issues, but the distance makes it all harder."