We were in the middle of drinking through her sorrow when she kissed me.
It had been a rough afternoon with a lot of tears as she told us about her breakup, and we poured whiskey into the wound like we had a prescription. We laughed in the quiet moments, and we tried to cheer her up with words when there were no words that would work.
“That was better,” she said leaning back. I shook my head because we had never kissed before, and Rob just smiled because he didn’t know what else to do. Which is when she turned and kissed him too.
“Did that help as well?” I asked, moving in between her legs as he wrapped his arms around her.
“It’s a start,” she said, pulling me closer. I could see the change in her eyes and I could hear it in her voice. It was part anger, part desire, and part grief, and it made the room start to wonder what was next.
She kissed me again as Rob’s hand slid under her shirt, and by the time her hand moved to my belt his mouth was on her bare stomach and moving south. Her words turned to mumbles as she pulled me from my jeans and all I could think about was how badly I wanted her.
“Oh fuck,” she moaned as Rob opened his mouth between her legs, the cotton soaked through before he pushed it to one side. But then her mouth was back on me, sucking my cock in frantic gasps as I gripped her hair and closed my eyes.
“I want to be fucked,” she said looking up as the world stopped to breathe. A silence hung in the air because neither one of us had done more than hug her before and it was a cold afternoon with whiskey and tears and my god did we want her too.
Rob moved up her body removing clothes as he went, and we were done talking. My shirt, his pants, her bra, they all found a pile on the floor before he pulled her onto his body as he fell back onto the bed. His fingers were between her legs, opening her as I watched, and then it was my turn to taste her as she spread her thighs wide and grabbed me tighter.
“Now,” she moaned as I moved up, pushing her down onto him, his back to the bed and his cock against her ass as he grabbed her breasts, bit her neck, and tried desperately to touch all of her at once. I found my way into the tangle of limbs and rubbed against her wet cunt for exactly four seconds before I was inside her and she was kissing him and moaning my name.
Somehow he held her still, pressed between us as we fucked, and when I kissed her neck and then his mouth it didn’t matter at all. She turned and watched us kiss, my cock still inside her, and I think I saw her start to cry once more.
In a blur of movement, she ended up on her back with Rob between her legs, fucking her as she took me into her throat again and again. I kissed him once more and then pulled on her hair, and the music got louder and his voice grew deeper and for those long minutes in her tiny bedroom on her tiny bed we were the only thing that mattered.
Some of it’s a blur of saliva and come as we scratched and cried, climbing one peak and then another before starting all over again. He got me hard in his mouth when I didn’t think it was possible, and she pushed him out of the way to take him inside her again.
In the end, I held her in my lap, growing soft within her as he wrapped his arms around her from behind. He kissed her neck and she let her head fall onto my shoulder. He touched my hair and I felt his fingers as I took his hand.
“Are you okay?” I finally whispered, looking down into her deep brown eyes.
“I think so,” she said quietly. She turned, almost shy for the first time all day and she touched her lips to Rob’s for a long second. She did the same to me before leaning back and smiling. I kissed her collarbone and she giggled. He nibbled her ear and she laughed.
“At least I’m with friends,” she said.
“Friends who love you,” I whispered.
“Friends who aren’t done fucking me?” she asked with a grin.
And then it was tangled limbs and a different sort of tears as we laughed and smiled then laughed some more.