Party of Four

The Space Between - Cole

I sat on the bed next to Nica, waiting for Riley to finish, panting as I tried to catch my breath. Riley and I had talked about kicking things up a notch, if Nica was willing, which was where the black box and the bowl of ice came in. I still hadn’t expected things to become that intense though. At least Nica seemed to be enjoying the intensity. The way she moaned, the way her arousal ran down her legs, even in such a vulnerable position. It almost made me want to go another round with her.

After not only consenting to anal for the first time, but also having both of us inside her, I felt like she needed a break though. Even if she said she could go again, I couldn’t do that to her. Besides that, I wasn’t sure what effect this kind of intensity would have on her with her being pregnant. I knew she hated being treated like the pregnancy made her fragile, but I felt like this was different than not letting her lift a box of tomatoes at work or fill the dishwasher after breakfast.

So when Riley finished, I was quick to start untying the restraints, and he followed my lead. We helped her lay down, and she seemed content to just lay on her stomach for a little while. A small smile formed on her lips as I peeled the blindfold back.

“Are you okay?” I asked softly as I pressed a kiss to her cheek.

“I’m incredible,” she breathed.

I couldn’t help letting a smile of my own form as Riley lay next to her, his hand tracing gentle circles on her back. “Are you sure? We didn’t hurt you?” I trusted her to use her safe words, and she hadn’t, but I still needed the confirmation. Riley and I had planned everything up to the position change, and then things kind of went off the rails. I knew she hadn’t “spilled” on purpose like she often would when playing the role of a brat, but I also knew how much she enjoyed certain “punishments,” and our goal tonight had been to fill her with as much pleasure as possible.

Even with the blindfold, it was impossible to miss the excitement when I had mentioned punishing her. The way she’d moaned around me, the fact that she was starting to orgasm. The idea to change her position and spank her blindfolded popped into my head, and when the opportunity presented itself, I couldn’t resist.

When she begged for both of us though? It wasn’t out of the ordinary for watching her be with Riley to turn me on. Having both of us inside her at the same time though…having her beg for both of us… I had almost come before we started. Riley and I had exchanged glances, a silent conversation passing between us. I’d arched an eyebrow and he shrugged. I’d had a feeling - or hoped - that she would like anal just from how she reacted to my thumb pressed against her. I knew the double penetration was a risk though, but it turned out to be a risk worth taking.

“I’m sore,” she admitted, answering my question as she shifted slightly, stretching her legs. “But not like…in pain. I’m not hurt in any way that I don’t like.”

She grinned at me, and I couldn’t help mirroring it. My hand rested on the back of her thigh as I leaned down to kiss her again. I’d learned pretty quickly since our first threesome, about six months before, that Nica was kind of a freak, and her being sore wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. In the last six months, we’d also fallen into a rhythm with our s*x life, switching back and forth between the different roles we played with ease. Neither of us had to say a word, we just felt each other’s energy in the moment and knew what was needed. She gave me a safe space to explore the kinks that my ex used to shame me for, and I felt my confidence growing, both in and out of the bedroom.

“As soon as you feel like sitting up, Riley got us all water when he for the ice earlier.”

“Thank you, Riley.” Now she shifted, carefully pushing herself onto her back so that she could look at both of us.

The blindfold was tangled in her hair, and he freed it as he smiled. “You’re welcome, kitten.”

We both curled into her sides, peppering her with gentle kisses. We stayed like that for a while before she felt like trying to push herself up. She downed half the bottle of water Riley offered her, then scooted across the bed to go to the bathroom. There was a noticeable difference in how she walked, soreness, not just from the intensity of the s*x itself, but from what we’d actually done. Good thing we were all off work tomorrow. I was jonesing for a cigarette at this point too.

“Go,” she told me. “It’s okay, I’m okay.”

I got up and kissed her forehead just before she left the room, then put my boxers and pants on so I could go out to the back porch.

I grabbed a hoodie from my room before going outside, though being barefoot didn’t protect against the chill. I lit my cigarette and sat in a rocking chair. Venus meowed at me before hopping up into my lap. “Hey, girl,” I cooed, scratching between her ears, then under her chin.

I wasn’t sure what parts of town the houses mom and Riley had been looking at were in, but I hoped it would be somewhere Venus would be safe. She wasn’t feral when she’d wandered into our yard, but she had definitely been hesitant to get close to us. She was absolutely an outdoor kitty, even with a pet door on the leading between the back porch and the kitchen, she only ever came inside when it was freezing. Even then, she acted like it was our fault it was too cold for her outside.

A new house would not survive Venus’ wrath if she were forced to live indoors full time. Sure, we could leave her with mom and dad, but she really only went over there if she saw Riley or me outside. Besides that, I wasn’t really sure if mom had been serious about finding a place with a guest house for her and dad to move into.

I kind of hoped she was. I knew most people wouldn’t want their parents in their backyard, but most people hadn’t had their parents as neighbors for over ten years either. Plus, it would be nice to have her close to help with the baby, regardless of whether or not Nica chose to move in with us.

I hoped that she would. I would never pressure her to, but it felt like the inevitable next step. Especially with a baby on the way. We already practically lived together anyways. Half the week we’d spend here with her, and the other half we spent at her apartment.

When I was done with the cigarette, I went back to my room to change completely, discarding my smoky hoodie and taking the dress pants off again. I had wanted to look nice. The Garden Terrace was way too fancy of a spot for my normal clothes. Plus I knew not only was Riley going to dress up, but that Nica was really going to go all out. My mom had found immense pleasure in getting to help me pick out my outfit. I didn’t look bad, but I hadn’t looked like myself either. Now I’m a pair of black cotton pants and an old tee shirt, I felt much more like myself. Plus I could lay next to Nica now without worrying about the cigarette smell triggering nausea.

When I came back to Riley’s room, I discovered that not only had he put on a pair of dark green sweatpants, but that Nica had put on one of his oversized tees. They were curled up on the bed, her back against his chest, and his arms around her waist. His glasses were on the bedside table, and they appeared to have already fallen asleep. I crawled into bed next to them, pulling the blanket up over all three of us. Nica had washed off most of her makeup, but some eyeliner still clung to her eyes. I leaned down to kiss her temple, and her eyes fluttered open for a brief moment. She smiled as her eyes shut again. I took my glasses off, and stretched to place them on Riley’s dresser before settling against the pillows.

I was used to Nica and Riley sleeping late, but I wasn’t used to sleeping late myself. My eyes didn’t open until I heard Riley already stirring. I groaned, rubbing my eyes as I sat up. I reached for my glasses and saw him putting a shirt on. Nica was still asleep, having rolled onto her back at some point. She was stretched across the space Riley had vacated with one leg draped over mine.

Carefully, I slid out from under her, not wanting to wake her. I wasn’t sure if it was the pregnancy fatigue or if she was drained from last night, but she appeared to still be out cold.

“I was gonna make breakfast,” Riley whispered as I moved around the side of his bed. “Serve her breakfast in bed. She could barely walk last night.”

I nodded in agreement with the idea, and whispered back, “Yeah, we’ll pamper her today.”

Downstairs, we settled into a rhythm, moving around the kitchen together. I handled cooking the sausage while Riley mixed together the ingredients for a hashbrown casserole. Hopefully it wouldn’t be too much, smell-wise, for Nica to handle. While the casserole baked, Riley sliced an orange and a handful of strawberries.

Riley got out an old serving tray from one of mom’s parties, and we arranged everything on it.

Upstairs, Nica was still asleep, but she started to stir as we entered the room. She stretched beneath the blankets, groaning softly before yawning. Then she pushed herself up. “What’s that?” she asked, eyeing the tray in Riley’s hands.

“Breakfast,” he answered, placing it on the bed next to her.

“That’s so sweet,” a sleepy smile stretched across her face, and she cupped Riley’s cheek to kiss him. He sat on the edge of the bed, and I joined her on the other side. She kissed me too. “Thank you.”

“It was Riley’s idea,” I told her. “He did most of the work.”

Her smile grew a little wider.

Nica began to eat, and Riley’s phone rang, displaying “Mom” across the top of the screen. He answered, and from what I could hear on our side of the conversation, it sounded like more house hunting business. He ended the call with a resigned, “I’ll ask.” Then turned to us, “Mom’s going to an open house today. Apparently this one is a steal. She wants to know if we want to go with her.”

“I would love to,” Nica told him, “but I’m still a little sore from last night. I’m not sure I could handle touring a house today…especially with your mom.”

“Yeah…I trust her judgement,” I told him, not really wanting to admit that I didn’t want to go, but also not wanting to use Nica as an excuse either.