Three is the Charm

Three| Room 707 (3)

 “More, give me more.” Abby begged. There was no other way, this was it. The only way he knew how to let go.  And for now it was working. Peter was making him feel amazing.

“I’m about to,” Peter said. He positioned himself. He groaned at the heat that met his c**k. He wasn’t going to last long. Sam was so tight and gorgeous lying there and taking him to the skies.

He thrust his hips, seating himself deep. He wrapped Sam’s thighs around his waist and held him close. He ground his hips in sensual movements that bordered on love making.

It was sweet and hard at the same time.

Abby had never experienced this before. No he did, with Baile. But it was never this exquisite, this intimate and this deep. Baile had always held something back. Never giving over to his passion. But he never could help it when Abby touched him. Sucked his c**k deep into his mouth, and let him f**k him until they both screamed.

Peter moaned above him.

“More,” he shouted, wanting to feel blissed out enough to not think of his obsession.

 He wanted to scream out at how wide he was stretched. It felt so good.

 He felt the powerful movements of his hips, the tight hold of his arms and his half a breath moans. He was breathing heavily right at his ears, his head tucked right next to his. There was a connection there. And Abby wanted to feel more of that.

No, he shook his head. Modise followed his movement, capturing his lips with his. They moaned in each other’s mouths.

Abby held on, feeling the orgasm that was building within him take over. He groaned out his release. Warmth washed over his abdomen in a hard spray that had him whimpering like a boy. Peter kept going, chasing something he couldn’t seem to find. Abby allowed him, taking his rough thrusts. Beneath him, his hips moved in sensual movements of a dancer receiving him. He let his fingers explore and wonder. He traced every sinew of muscle on Modise’s backside, touched his butt cheeks and squeezed him. He moved his right hand to Peter’s crease. There he brushed his tight hole with his finger. He heard his groans hitch in his throat. Bold, Abby inserted a finger within his heat.

Modise came with a strangled sound that stole his breath away. He felt tight. His muscled choked up as he released his c*m into Sam. He felt him tighten his muscles to milk him until no c*m was left.

Modise groaned. He fell on top of Sam. Sam wrapped his arms and legs around him. They stayed like that for a while. They didn’t speak, but only held on to each other as though they’d known each other for a long time. Unwelcome emotions hung above them. Modise felt it in the rapid beat of his heat. He felt free and alive right where he lay.

After a while Modise disengaged himself from Sam. Sam remained still as though he wasn’t wrapped around his waist a few minutes ago. He didn’t even move to remove the blind fold. Modise watched him as he turned away pretending to fall asleep.

It was over, his one night in The House, Modise thought, that what’s he’d bargained for before his life became complicated. Modise collected his clothes and moved to the bathroom. There he put them back on. He tried not to think of the consequences of his actions. There will be enough time for that. Right now he wanted to savour the energy that flowed through his body.

  When he came out Sam was still lying on the bed turned away from him. Modise stared at him. His small body on the king size bed looked so fragile and vulnerable. He felt guilty that he’d taken out his pent up frustrations out on him. But on the other hand Sam had placed himself in that position by setting foot into the house, so he had no reason to feel guilt y about what they had done. None the less there was something about Sam that amplified the guilt. The way the other man had received him and given him every bit of himself. Sam was special, Modise could feel it, but there was no room for any touchy-feely moments in The House. This was it – the cost of pleasure.

Modise turned around and walk out of the room.

Abby lay still. He evened his breathing pretending to be asleep. Was there such a thing as love at first f**k? Or was he sick as Baile used to say. As a therapist he bandied that word around so much that Abby had believed him. Maybe he was sick because he was definitely feeling something that he wasn’t supposed to feel where Peter was concerned. He’d heard him move around the room collecting his clothes, and finally walked to the bathroom.

The man had been amazing, more than amazing that he couldn’t stop grinning.

But there was no room for any feelings, he was just…shutting his mind Abby waited for Peter to come out and go so he could go home.

This was a one-night stand. And he had to treat it like that. Peter finally came out, Sam remained still and held his breath.

Heat washed over his back. Abby imagined him looking at his nude backside. He stifled the desire that coursed through him to tilt his ass in invitation. When the door closed behind Peter he finally released the breath he’d been holding. He closed his eyes already dreaming of the man who had blown his mind beyond belief.