Page 34 of Right Side of Paradise

How Good?

I left Christian in my bathroom brushing his teeth when I walked back into my room. We’d both woken up at the same time and he hadn’t thought twice about walking in while I was in there.

The more these days crawled by, the more Christian crept into our shared space. When it had been just me, him and Soul in the house, he never came to the third floor. But now that Harlow was here, he was everywhere she was.

And I had a feeling that it was only going to get deeper as the summer went on.

I loved that shit. He belonged with us, and it made me happy he wasn’t trying to deny it.

Whatever he had going on with Soul two days ago was still on the back burner because we’d spent yesterday hungover as fuck, eating and watching movies downstairs.

A deep conversation didn’t stand a chance because all we did was grunt at each other all day.

But I was back on my bullshit this morning. The sun was rising, and Soul and Harlow were still tangled together in my bed, sleeping.

Half of Harlow’s body was on top of Soul with one leg thrown over his thigh and the other bent and resting on the sheets beside him.

I climbed back on the bed, crawling over the duvet to get to them.

Harlow had her face resting over Soul’s chest, her full lips slightly parted and a look of contentment claiming her features, even in slumber.

She was happy and looked good as fuck with us and she knew it.

Another oversized T-shirt swallowed her frame. I didn’t know whose it was. Just knew I was currently moving it out of my way so I could appreciate the view of her pretty pussy from behind.

Since she’d been here, she didn’t wear panties to bed with us, and it made my dick hard every time I thought about it.

Harlow stirred when the cool air hit her bare pussy, shifting on top of Soul’s thigh and hiking her leg on the bed up even higher.

Behind my basketball shorts, my dick jumped against my thigh because I didn’t have on any boxers.

I needed her.

Rubbing my hand over my dick, I ignored the needy ache and bent down to kiss Harlow’s center from behind.

She moved again, this time her hips wined in a half circle as a moan slipped from her throat.

I did it again, licking and tasting her until her arousal landed on my tongue and muted whimpers filled the bedroom.

Biting down on my lip, I reached down and tugged at my dick for a taste of relief. I was hard as fuck. Nothing would fully satisfy me except her walls hugging my dick when I sank inside of her.

When my tongue had her glistening, I lifted my head and pushed my finger inside of her tight cunt.

“ Ooh ,” she whimpered, fucking herself on my finger and grinding against Soul’s thigh at the same time. I knew the combination of my finger filling her combined with the friction of his leg against her clit was driving her insane right now.

Her hand went to Soul’s briefs, slipping under the band to palm his semi-erection.

“Please,” she pleaded to his sleeping form, clueless that he wasn’t the one teasing her like this.

She was barely awake and already begging for relief.

Finally, Soul rocked his hips up into her touch, dropping his hand over hers so she could keep doing what she was doing.

His lips curved when his groggy eyes clashed with mine.

That look—that lovesick, borderline dazed expression—and Harlow’s whines were the invitation I needed to keep going.

I just wanted to please them.

Harlow kept stroking him and grinding against his leg, not knowing how good I was about to fuck her while she was just like this—on top of him.

Kicking my shorts away, I grabbed my dick and pushed against her opening.

“I need you to stay open for me, baby. Just like this so I can give you this dick.” My tip disappeared inside of her, and I released a shuddering breath when she sucked me in, her walls already trying to milk me before I could get started.

“What’s your safe word, Harlow?”

“Rico,” she whispered brokenly.

“Soul, tell her I’m not fucking her until she says it.”

With one arm under her head, supporting some of her weight, Soul ran his free hand over her untamed morning curls and whispered something against her lips. He moved his hand to hold her jaw in place and said softly, “Be good for us and tell us you know the safe word, Harley.”

“I know, I know,” she whimpered. “Snow.” The word wrung out of her as I shoved inside of her, giving us both the relief we craved.

Fuck, she was tight.

And warm.

She was squeezing me.

Milking me.

Moaning my name with another man’s dick in her hand and his tongue in her mouth.

Harlow jolted on top of Soul, dragging her wetness over his thigh while he kissed her like he needed her for air. I had never seen two people look so perfect.

Lost in bliss and chasing more of it. The only way I wanted them.

“ Fuck .” Christian’s gruff voice didn’t break the spell.

If anything, he pulled me in deeper. Made me want to work harder, love them deeper.

I looked over and he was beside the bed, his dick hard against his thigh while he watched me fuck our girl. Precum beaded at his tip and my mouth watered, wondering how he tasted.

Slamming into Harlow, I kept my eyes on his erection. It got thicker with each pump of my hips. He liked watching me fuck this pussy as much as he liked being watched, and now I needed him too.

Chris reached down and closed his fist around the base of his dick, giving himself one slow, agonizing stroke while I split my gaze between him, Harlow and Soul.

It was a lot. A whole fucking lot. And I could get used to it.

“Get on the bed.” I told Christian.

I fucked into Harlow, palming her ass to keep her spread open so I could watch myself disappear inside of her with every thrust.

She was taking me so well, hand still massaging Soul’s length and her sensual cries getting swallowed by his kisses.

They were gonna make me fucking come. I could watch them like this all day. I loved how much he loved her and how she trusted us to take care of her.

“Get on the bed so I can watch you,” I repeated, panting.

Then I was slowing my strokes to look at Christian.

I had Harlow writhing beneath me, Soul kissing her and fucking his hand right here with me.

And still, I wanted more. I wanted to be able to watch all of them fall apart for me.

“ Please , Christian. I need to watch you come for us.”

I wasn’t above begging. Not for this.

And when he climbed back in bed with us, his back pressed against the headboard while he fisted his dick with languid strokes, my whole world was at ease. Even if it wouldn’t last past this moment, at least I had this.

Harlow’s legs trembled beneath me, and her walls pulsed, catching me mid-stroke.

Before I knew it, my spine tingled, hips halted, and my orgasm hit me without warning. My release was abrupt and all-consuming.

I came so hard my voice didn’t make an appearance until the last shudder ripped through me.

Collapsing on Harlow’s back, I barely kept my weight off of her and Soul while my dick twitched inside of her.

She drained me for everything I had and pushed her ass back against my groin, knowing how much of a mess we’d already made.

Christian and Soul were on either side of us, still chasing their releases. Their hands moved faster and harder.

Up and down.

Up and down.

I knew they were desperate.

Knew they needed to come as bad as me and Harley had.

Soul’s face contorted and he started lifting his hips off the bed like we weren’t heavy on top of him.

All he cared about was getting the nut he deserved after watching us. And fuck, that was sexy.

I pulled out of her just as he slid her a desperate glance. He claimed her mouth hard, his kiss loud and demanding before he pulled away and growled,

“Come sit on my face, Harley. Let me taste him on you while I fuck your pretty mouth.”

She didn’t wait. She sat on his face and swallowed his dick with a greedy little moan.

Beside me, Christian pushed his hips up to meet his hand, just as needy as Soul had been a minute ago.

And now that he was watching Soul taste me on Harlow while she bobbed her head up and down his length, his grunts intensified.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” His hand found my forearm, and he tightened his hold on me. The touch was so unexpected, all I could do was stare at our point of connection until he moved down to my hand and locked our fingers.

“Please, Rico. Please.”

Christian had his dick in his hand, and he was calling my name.

Soul and Harlow were still fucking each other’s faces.

My dick was spent, satisfied from pleasing my baby.

What was happening right now and how did I make it last forever?

This was overwhelming. I needed more of it.

My shoulder brushed Chris’ when I turned to study the pleasure playing across his face. But I only got a glimpse before he kissed me, moaning something incoherent against my lips before he tried to push his tongue in my mouth.

A mixture of shock and curiosity made me drop my jaw and let him in.

His kiss was rough and sloppy. Pleading and unrelenting. He kissed me like he needed me, and I already knew I needed him. Maybe I knew it before he ever kissed me.

But now that he’d done it, I wasn’t stopping. I grabbed his face and rolled on top of him, tonguing him through a shuttering orgasm beneath me.

His cum hit my lower stomach in hot spurts until he stopped quaking beneath me.

If I hadn’t come already, I would have needed to after seeing how sated he looked right now. The way his eyelids were already trying to close and the fact that he wasn’t pushing me off him.

His heart was beating twice as hard as mine and his heaving breaths came one right after the other.

But then his eyes darkened with disbelief. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I just came all over you. I just?—”

“You just what?”

“Needed you,” he said lower than anything else he’d uttered this morning. “I’m sor?—”

My kiss interrupted his apology, and I didn’t even realize I wasn’t on top of him anymore. We were facing each other on our sides, tongues dancing and our sticky bodies pressed against each other.

“Say you needed me again,” I commanded, biting his bottom lip.

“Needed you,” he said, voice just as thick and quiet as before.

“I think I like you needing me, Chris.”

The bed dipped and it was the only thing to pull me back to reality.

Harlow cleared her throat and asked, “Do y’all need a minute?” A playful cadence colored her question and made me smile against Christian’s mouth before I pulled away.

Soul snickered when we made eye contact. He bent down to kiss me and I tasted Harlow and myself on his tongue before he muttered, “ Metamour, my ass .”

Harlow groaned. “If we stay in this bed any longer, I’m going to ask one of you to make me come again.

” Her fingertips lingered at her breast, tugging at her own piercing like she wasn’t convinced she wouldn’t be asking for another orgasm.

She arched off the bed into her own touch like she was about to risk it all then thought better of it.

“Ugh, come on. We need to shower and get to yoga at the aquarium.”

Soul kissed his teeth and followed her off the bed. “Whose idea was it to go to eight a.m. yoga on a Saturday for our second date?”

“Um, yours,” Harlow teased, cackling when he chased her into the bathroom.

This was happiness. My house was full of laughter and orgasms and the three people I loved the most. And the man I never thought would bend for me had just kissed me and covered me in his cum.

The day had just started but I could confidently say it was already the best Saturday I’d had in a long ass time.

“You okay?” I held Christian’s stare, checking for signs of regret.

The morning sun latched onto the specks of gold in his brown eyes, and I got lost in the vulnerability. He didn’t regret it, but he looked like he wanted me to tell him it was okay.

“If I wanted you to stop, I would have said snow.”

“Okay.”

I dipped my head and kissed him softly when I really wanted to twist my hands in his hair and climb on top of him again. But we had a second date to get to.

“I really love your lips on mine, Chris.”