Chapter 3 - Adrian

Adrian

Visions, in the moment between sleep and wake. Flowing, honeysuckle-colored hair that smelled just as sweet. A tiny blush and a plump lip, pouting. Her thighs pressing together in protest when Avett prodded her buttons, pushing back with a playful swat to his arm. Avett’s hot tongue, teasing, trailing painfully slow up my neck.

“Avett...” I complained, groggy, trying to push him off me.

He pounced on top of me, pinning my shoulders down such that there was no escape for me as his tongue found my earlobe, his hot breath tickling my ear. “Mmmf,” I struggled against him, weak in my half-awake state. A painful stiffness pressed against the inside of my boxers. “What are you doing?”

“Shh,” his sharp breath sent tingles down my spine. “What were you dreaming about, kid?”

He knew I hated it when he called me kid. I was six months older than him, after all. Lily acted more like a kid, not me. Lily ... Still, Avett was bigger than I. Stronger, too. His hands firmly clamped me in place. His thigh pressed into my erection, offering a modicum of relief. I groaned. “Nothing!”

“Don’t lie to me.” His lips surrendered my earlobe, his face moving into view. He locked eyes with me. Ugh, he was getting far too good at mimicking Sir’s stern tone, and it wasn’t fair for him to use it on me like that. “Tell me, Adrian.”

His gaze was intense. I looked away. I hooked my tongue under my lip ring and twisted the cold metal, hard, then licked my lips. “The girl,” I muttered.

“I knew it!” He smirked, far too happy with himself. “You’re a naughty boy, aren’t you? Dreaming about pussy.” He clicked his tongue. His thigh shifted, grinding into me, and it was totally on purpose.

“Cut it out,” I whined. “You’re gonna get us in trouble.” Sir allowed us to cuddle and hold hands, but messing around together without his permission was strictly off-limits.

“Oh, relax.” Avett rolled his eyes, as if he was so innocent. But he backed off a little, moving his legs to plant his knees on either side of my hips instead. “I’m just talking to you. Listen,” his mouth moved back to my ear, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin there as he went on, quietly. “Do you remember the first time Sir taught you how he liked you to use your mouth on him?”

I shivered. Of course I remembered. It was back in the city, the three of us in Sir’s living room. Me on my knees, trying my best to make Sir proud. Avett sitting nearby, watching. Sir had ordered him to keep his hands at his sides and keep his eyes on me the whole time. At first, I was terribly embarrassed to be in such a vulnerable position while my best friend’s hungry eyes bore into me. But the longer I serviced Sir, the more he praised my rapidly improving skill, the more my confidence grew, until my self-consciousness melted away entirely and I lost myself in the eroticism of the moment.

“Of course you remember,” Avett said, not waiting for me to answer. “What happened after?”

I prodded my lip ring with my tongue. “Um, after?”

“Mm-hmm.”

Once he was satisfied with my efforts, Sir had instructed Avett to kneel next to me. “Well, he taught you, too,” I said, my face growing hot.

“That’s right.” Avett had been far more confident from the get-go, licking, kissing, and sucking with reckless abandon, his eyes hungry and wild like the taste of Sir’s cock was the first breath of fresh air he had taken in his life. I watched in awe and fascination, the performance happening only inches away, until Avett brought him over the edge and Sir finally released his hot cum, painting both of our flushed faces with its salty stickiness. “How’d you like that?” Avett breathed into my ear.

I shifted under his weight. “Well, you were better at it,” I admitted.

Avett threw his head back in an amused cackle, before sticking his tongue out at me. “Yeah, but you’ve gotten better than me since then.”

“We’re both pretty good,” I said.

“He’s a good teacher,” Avett said. We smiled at one another for a moment, reminiscing.

Sitting back on his heels, Avett gently trailed his fingertips from my collarbone all the way down to the small protrusions of my hip bones. I was sweaty from sleep and all of our writhing around, my t-shirt clinging to my torso. Avett studied me, thoughtful, cocking his head with all-too-familiar impish glint in his eye. “Adrian...” He started, treading carefully. “Do you think Lily would want to learn, too?”

“Ugh...” I pressed my palms over my face, embarrassed.

“See, I personally think she would,” he continued, stroking his chin in mock contemplation. “I think she’s a kinky little one, that girl. She just needs a little guidance, you know?”

“You’re gross,” I dismissed. “And you don’t know that.” I was right. Lily had given no indication that she would ever be interested in submitting to a Dom, let alone one that already had two submissives. Hell, we didn’t even know if she had a boyfriend. Sure, she was very pretty, she got along with us well, and it was adorable to watch her little reactions when Avett picked on her, but still ... What if she was interested? Selfishly, I didn’t want to share my Sir with some girl I barely knew, especially such a sweet, mouthy girl that would drive him crazy. What if he liked her more than me? Despite my reservations, the annoyance between my legs only grew stiffer, stubbornly betraying my body’s fascination with Avett’s flights of fancy.