Chapter 68 Threesome With My Gay Best friend 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️
Threesome With My Gay Best friend 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️
Henry’s POV
I couldn’t move.
My face was buried in the damp curve of Lexi’s neck, her pulse hammering against my lips.
My cock was still inside her, softening slowly, but every tiny shift of her hips made me twitch like I hadn’t just come harder than I ever had in my life.
Gabriel pulled out of me with a slow, wet slide that made my breath hitch.
I felt his cum start to leak out immediately—warm, thick, sliding down my balls and dripping onto Lexi’s thighs underneath me.
“Jesus Christ,” I rasped into her skin. My voice sounded wrecked.
Lexi laughed, shaky and breathless. “Yeah. Jesus Christ is right.”
Gabriel dropped onto the couch beside us, chest heaving, cock shiny and heavy against his thigh.
He reached over and dragged one lazy finger through the mess leaking out of me, then painted it across Lexi’s lower stomach like he was signing his name.
“Look at that,” he murmured, smug as hell. “Both of you full of me now.”
Lexi shivered.
I felt it around my cock and groaned.
I tried to pull out—really, I did—but my hips rolled forward on their own, pushing deeper again.
Lexi gasped.
“Henry,” she whispered, half-laughing, half-scolding. “You’re still hard.”
“No I’m not,” I lied.
Because I was.
Halfway there again already and climbing fast.
Gabriel’s low chuckle rumbled against my shoulder. “Liar.”
I lifted my head just enough to glare at him. “You said one time.”
“I did,” he agreed, eyes glittering. “You’re the one still balls-deep in your girlfriend like you’re trying to get her pregnant.”
Lexi’s pussy clenched around me at his words.
Fuck.
I forced myself to pull out.
The second I did, a flood of my own cum followed, mixing with whatever Gabriel had left inside her.
It ran down her lips, over her asshole, onto the couch.
The sight punched the air out of my lungs.
Lexi sat up slowly, thighs trembling.
She looked down at the length of her body, then at both of us.
Her cheeks were flushed dark, hair sticking to her forehead, lips swollen.
She looked like pure sex.
And then she smiled—this slow, wicked thing that made my cock jerk against my stomach.
“I’m not done,” she said simply.
Gabriel barked a laugh. “Of course you’re not.”
She crawled off the couch, legs shaky, and stood between us.
Cum, both mine and his, was streaked down the inside of both thighs.
She didn’t bother wiping it away.
Instead she hooked her fingers in Gabriel’s hair and tugged until he looked up at her.
“Up,” she ordered.
He raised an eyebrow but obeyed, rising to his feet.
His cock was already thickening again, slick with lube and his own release.
Lexi pushed him back until his knees hit the opposite chair and he sat.
Then, without breaking eye contact with me, she straddled Gabriel’s lap facing him.
My mouth went dry.
She reached between them, lined him up, and sank down in one slow, deliberate glide.
Gabriel’s head fell back against the chair, a guttural sound ripping out of him. “Fuck, Lex…”
Lexi didn’t move at first.
She just sat there, full of him, letting him feel how wet she was... how full of me she still was.
Then she rolled her hips once, twice, coating him in the mess we’d both left inside her.
She turned her head to look at me over her shoulder. “You liked watching him fuck you, didn’t you?”
My throat clicked when I swallowed.
I couldn’t lie.
Not with my cock leaking against my abs and Gabriel’s cum still dripping out of me.
“Yeah,” I admitted, voice rough. “I did.”
Her smile sharpened. “Good.”
Then she started riding him.
Slow at first, grinding more than bouncing, like she was savoring every inch.
Gabriel’s hands went to her hips, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise.
I couldn’t stay on the floor anymore.
I pushed up on shaky legs and walked over.
The closer I got, the louder their breathing got.
Lexi’s eyes stayed locked on mine while she fucked him, like she was performing just for me.
When I was close enough, Gabriel reached out, grabbed the back of my neck, and yanked me down into a kiss.
No hesitation this time.
I opened for him immediately, groaning when his tongue slid against mine.
He still tasted like Lexi’s pussy and his own cum.
It was filthy and perfect.
Lexi made a broken sound, hips stuttering. “Oh my god, yes—”
Gabriel pulled back just far enough to growl against my lips, “Knew you’d be greedy once you got a taste.”
I was.
I kissed him again, harder, teeth clashing, one hand braced on the back of the chair so I wouldn’t fall.
Lexi’s rhythm picked up.
The wet sound of her sliding up and down Gabriel’s cock filled the room, mixed with the slick noises every time she bottomed out.
She was close.
I could tell by the way her thighs shook.
I broke the kiss and dropped to my knees beside them.
Reached between her legs and pressed two fingers against her clit, rubbing tight circles.
She came with a sharp cry, back arching, pussy clamping down so hard Gabriel cursed and stilled inside her.
When she finally sagged forward, panting against Gabriel’s shoulder, I didn’t give her time to recover.
I stood, fisted my cock—fully hard again now—and looked at Gabriel.
“My turn.”
His eyes flared.
He knew exactly what I meant.
Lexi slid off him with a wet sound and collapsed sideways on the chair, legs still spread, watching us with hooded eyes.
Gabriel turned, planted his knees on the cushion, and bent over the arm of the chair.
Ass up, back arched, offering himself without a word.
I almost came right then.
There was still lube and cum glistening around his hole from earlier.
I dragged my thumb through it, pushed inside just to hear him groan.
He did—low and needy.
“Henry,” he grit
ted out. “Do it.”
I lined up and pushed in with one long, steady thrust.
He took me easier than I took him—hot, tight, but greedy.
His back bowed and he shoved back against me, fucking himself on my cock before I even started moving.
“Fuck, yes,” he hissed.