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The light probes blinked in sync with the music, casting flashes over the dance floor and the swaying bodies that followed the rhythm. The familiar music filled the room, a hypnotic melody that compelled everyone to dance, including Shane.
In front of him, Rose moved with a sensual grace, her scent cutting through the crowded room to reach him. Behind him, Miles pressed closer, his chest against Shane's back, hands gently caressing, lips tracing a warm path along Shane's neck.
Shane felt a wave of discomfort as he stood between his girlfriend and her friend, and yet neither did he move away. Miles’s arms curled around his waist, pulling him back just as Rose’s body pressed closer from the front, her hands on his hips as he was being sandwiched between them.
Rose’s lips brushed his, soft, delicious, sending a shiver through Shane's body. Shane tasted her last drink on his tongue as the deep kiss continued. She smiled against his mouth, playfully nibbling his bottom lip. Behind him, Miles kissed the back of his neck, then trailed down to his shoulder with his hot tongue. Shane sucked in a breath, more from surprise than pleasure, as Miles’s hands snaked forward and cupped his soft bulge. The pressure was gentle but direct, and Shane’s heartbeat harder as his body betrayed him on the middle of the dance floor.
They were surrounded by strangers who didn't seem to notice anything strange happening between the Shane, Rose and Miles. A throbbing sensation grew between Shane's legs as he began to lose himself to the music. Rose pressed her hips to his as her laugh vibrating against his cheek before her lips brushed his ear. “Wanna get out of here?” She pulled back enough for him to see her eyes. “And take Miles with us?” She grinned.
Shane nodded. The word “sure” got caught in his throat, so he let her pull him toward the door. Miles’s hand wrapped around his arm as they shuffled through the crowd.
Inside the cab Rose continued to kiss his neck, and on the opposite side, Miles copied her, the dual sensation made him forget his surroundings, made the ride home go by fast as he was preoccupied with their mouths, as well as hands, on his body. Once reaching the flat he was gently pulled along, Rose left him only to put on soft music, before she returned to him, her fingers carefully lifting his t-shirt, while Miles carefully undid his belt.
Shane let the music sway him as he was being undressed, his body easily moulded by their desire, and his mind still in a hypnotised state. He didn't know how long they danced before Rose asked him if he was ready. Shane nodded, knowing all too well what she meant, what would happen next, and while he was nervous, considering nobody knew his secret, except Ilya, he trusted her.
Rose released him, twirling towards the stairs as she slowly let the dress fall off her shoulders, letting it pool around her legs before she continued up in only her thong. Shane's cock was fully hard, if by her, or by Miles' hand around his cock, he didn’t know, but instinctively he followed her.
Miles continued to grab his abs and ass while Shane walked first up the stairs, never releasing his grip on him even as Rose hastily pulled him into a deep kiss. He barely had time to notice the difference, one moment clothed, the next he was naked, all in a rush of determined hands and Rose's intoxicating perfume. The air against his skin was cool, and the room seemed to tilt as he felt himself drawn to the mattress, Rose’s fingers grazing his chest, then lower, while Miles pressed in from behind.
There was no awkwardness between them, no negotiation as Miles gripped Shane by the shoulder and spun him around, taking his mouth in a kiss so direct it shorted out any last thought, any warning that might pass through him, of not knowing if his secret would come out. Rose's mouth was on his cock while Miles kissed Shane so deep they almost suffocated together, releasing him long enough for them to catch their breaths as their swollen lips still touched.
"I want to eat you up," Miles whispered, a sentence Shane knew the meaning behind. He responded with a moan as his eyes closed, leaning into Miles' kiss once more.
The finger between his cheeks disappeared, and a disappointed sound escaped his throat, but was quickly exchanged with one of intense pleasure as Miles' tongue took its place, a tongue so skilled it made Shane see stars. His legs shook beneath him as his knees buckled, barely catching himself on the bed before Rose pulled him down, her lips guiding him to her, her laughter vibrating through him. She then moved back, her head against the pillow, legs spread as her glistening pussy was ready for him. Shane didn’t move at first, the tongue too good for his own sanity, before his body buckled forward, towards her, his cock harder than it had been in a long time, the music from the living room was a distant pulse in his ears as his whole mind was occupied with the intense pleasure. Behind him, the wet sounds of Miles working his tongue deeper made Shane dizzy, a bright, feverish sensation that climbed up his spine.
Miles’s hands were everywhere, gripping, kneading, spreading him open, he wanted to stand there forever, but then Miles pulled back and told him to get on the bed, his voice soft and caring, full of desire. Shane shifted on the bed till he could kiss Rose, his cock rubbing against her wet pussy, and he felt himself grinding uncontrollably, desperate for more friction, more of her. Her nails dug into his lower back, coaxing him to move, the wet heat of her pussy pulling him in. She moaned, a sound so soft and raw it sent a rush of desire through his body.
Then Miles was above him, breath hot against his ear, hands guiding his hips. Shane barely had time to brace himself before Miles slid in behind him, all the way, slow but relentless, filling him up till Shane forgot how to breathe. He groaned, the sensation electric as the gliding sensation brushed past his prostate.
The first thrust was a shock, wild and hot, and Shane gasped, his mouth breaking from Rose’s as Miles buried himself deep, groaning into the skin of Shane’s neck. The rhythm started slow, but then Miles’s fingers dug into Shane’s hips and the pace doubled, a ruthless thrusting, compared to the slow, wet movement of Rose’s pussy against his cock.
He wasn’t prepared for the sensory overload, the way every nerve in his body seemed to light up, the rough slap of skin and the sharp, sweet stretch as he was filled from behind. He tried to focus on the woman under him, she was so soft, so delicate, but his mind, his desire, kept returning to the cock that rammed his ass. Shane’s breath kept catching in his throat. The air in the bedroom was thick with sweat and perfume and the musk of three bodies working toward some impossible crescendo. It was raw and animalistic, the way they all moved together, a mess of limbs and tongues and hands, each of them taking and giving in a rhythm that built and built until Shane could hardly tell up from down, or whose voice was crying out in pleasure, ragged and loud, echoing off the walls.
He went first, his orgasm a sudden, overwhelming pleasure. He jerked forward, burying himself deep inside Rose, his body trembling for what felt like hours, his voice raw as the raw sound tore out of him. The pulsing inside him didn't stop, if anything, it sharpened as Miles's hips slammed forward a few more times before similar gasps of pleasure escaped his lips as Shane felt a sudden deep warmth fill him, an explosion so intense it made his whole body tense and collapse.
Rose yanked him into a kiss as he shuddered, and the taste of her tongue, the desperation in the way she clung to him, made it all too much. Shane's arms buckled. He fell forward, crushing her a little, but she only laughed, her hands threading through his hair. Miles slumped over on top of them, his breath hot on Shane’s ear. The sound of three heartbeats slowed, tangled together.
Shane lay limp, a dead weight on Rose’s chest. Her skin was damp and salty, and she smelled like flowers and sweat. He stayed where he was his brain started working again, before he rolled to the side, Miles’ cock still inside him as he held on. Shane couldn’t move, couldn’t even bring himself to care about the wet mess between his thighs or the cooling stickiness on his stomach. Rose’s hands were on his face, thumbs stroking under his cheekbones, and she kissed him with a lazy, open-mouthed tenderness. He let his mouth go soft under hers, surrendering to the gentleness, the warmth, the utter lack of demand.
He couldn’t remember the last time his body felt this heavy, almost tranquillised.
Exhausted, both mentally from the club scene, but also physically from the threesome, from being fucked so hard and good, he let himself drift off.