Tides of Want

We stop at the water’s edge, the waves lapping at our toes. The sun is lower now, the sky a watercolor wash of pastel hues. I take a deep breath, the salt air filling my lungs, and turn to face Stevie.

They’re already looking at me, their dark eyes intense, unreadable. My heart stutters in my chest.

“Crosby,” they say, and my name on their lips is like a prayer, like a curse, like everything I’ve ever wanted.

I step closer, my hands trembling at my sides. “Stevie,” I breathe.

They reach for me, their hands framing my face, their touch gentle, reverent. I lean into them, my eyes fluttering closed, my breath catching in my throat.

The first kiss is tentative, a brush of lips like the whisper of butterfly wings. I feel it all the way to my toes, a jolt of electricity that leaves me trembling.

Stevie pulls back just enough to look at me, their eyes dark and heavy-lidded. “Okay?” they murmur, their thumbs stroking along my jaw.

I nod, my throat too tight to speak. I surge up onto my toes, my hands fisting in the front of their hoodie, and kiss them again, deeper this time, hungrier.

Stevie makes a soft, startled noise in the back of their throat, and then they’re kissing me back, their lips parting under mine, their tongue stroking against mine. They taste like salt and sunshine and something uniquely Stevie, something I could drown in.

We kiss until my lips are swollen and my lungs are burning, until the world narrows to the press of Stevie’s body against mine, the slide of their tongue against mine, the desperate, needy sounds they’re making low in their throat.

When we finally break apart, we’re both panting, our foreheads pressed together, our breath mingling in the scant space between us. Stevie’s hands are still on my face, their touch grounding me, anchoring me to the earth.

“Wow,” I breathe, my voice rough with want. “That was…”

“Yeah,” Stevie agrees, their voice just as wrecked. “Wow.”

They lean in again, but I stop them with a hand on their chest. “Wait,” I say, my voice trembling. “Yael…”

Stevie’s expression softens, understanding dawning in their eyes. “Yael,” they agree.

They take my hand, threading our fingers together, and lead me back toward the house. Toward Yael.

Yael is waiting for us on the porch, their expression unreadable in the fading light. They stand as we approach, their hands shoved in their pockets, their shoulders tense.

Stevie drops my hand and surges forward, wrapping Yael in a tight embrace. Yael makes a startled noise, their arms coming up to clutch at Stevie’s back.

I hang back for a moment, watching them, my heart pounding in my throat. Then Yael reaches for me, their hand catching mine, tugging me into their embrace.

We stand like that for a long moment, the three of us tangled together, breathing in sync. I can feel Yael’s heart pounding against my chest, Stevie’s breath warm against my neck.

When we finally pull apart, we’re all flushed and breathless, our eyes wide and dark with want.

Yael clears their throat, their gaze darting between me and Stevie. “Dinner’s ready,” they say, their voice rough. “But… maybe we should eat later.”

Stevie nods, a wicked gleam in their eye. “Much later.”

They take my hand again, and Yael’s hand, and lead us inside.

The bedroom is small and dimly lit, the only illumination coming from the last rays of the setting sun filtering through the window. The bed is unmade, the sheets rumpled and inviting.

Stevie pulls me down onto the mattress, their hands already tugging at the hem of my shirt. I raise my arms, letting them pull it over my head, my skin pebbling in the cool air.

Yael crawls onto the bed behind Stevie, their hands sliding over Stevie’s hips, their lips pressing to the nape of their neck. Stevie shudders, their eyes fluttering closed, their hands going still on my skin.

I take the opportunity to strip off my pants and underwear, tossing them to the floor beside the bed. Then I turn my attention to Stevie, my hands shaking as I reach for the button of their jeans.

Stevie’s eyes snap open, their gaze locking with mine as I work their jeans open, sliding them down their hips along with their boxers. Yael helps me tug them the rest of the way off, tossing them aside to join my own clothes on the floor.

Stevie is left in just their t-shirt, their legs bare, their cock hard and leaking against their belly. I swallow hard, my mouth watering at the sight.

Yael reaches for the hem of Stevie’s shirt, tugging it up and over their head, leaving them completely bare. I let my eyes roam over them, taking in the lean lines of their body, the dusting of dark hair on their chest, the jut of their hipbones.

“Fuck,” I breathe, my voice hoarse. “Look at you.”

Stevie flushes, ducking their head. “Your turn,” they murmur, reaching for the waistband of Yael’s pants.

Yael raises their arms, letting Stevie pull their shirt over their head. Then they help Stevie open their pants, shimmying them down their hips along with their boxer briefs.

Yael’s cock springs free, thick and hard, the head glistening with precome. I lick my lips, my hole clenching at the sight.

Stevie wraps a hand around Yael’s cock, stroking slowly from base to tip. Yael groans, their head falling back, their hands clenching in the sheets.

I can’t resist anymore. I lean in, taking the head of Yael’s cock into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the slit. Yael cries out, their hips bucking, their hand fisting in my hair.

Stevie takes the opportunity to suck one of Yael’s nipples into their mouth, their hand still working Yael’s cock in time with my bobbing head. Yael is whimpering now, their hips rocking, their fingers tugging almost painfully at my hair.

I pull back with a lewd pop, my lips swollen and spit-slick. “Fuck, you taste good,” I murmur, my voice rough with want.

Yael groans, their eyes fluttering open to meet mine. “Fuck, Crosby,” they pant. “You’re so fucking good at that.”

I grin, preening a little under the praise. “You want more?” I purr, my hand joining Stevie’s on Yael’s cock.

Yael nods frantically, their hips bucking into our combined strokes. “Please,” they beg. “Please, I need…”

I know what they need. What we all need.

I release Yael’s cock and crawl over to the nightstand, rummaging in the drawer for the bottle of lube I know is there. I find it quickly, along with a strip of condoms. I toss the lube to Stevie and tear one of the condoms off the strip, holding it up with a raised eyebrow.

“Who wants to do the honors?” I purr, my gaze darting between them.

Stevie takes the condom from me, tearing it open with their teeth. They roll it down Yael’s cock with practiced ease, giving it a few firm strokes once it’s in place.

I whimper at the sight, my hole clenching around nothing. “Fuck, that’s hot,” I breathe.

Stevie grins, a wicked gleam in their eye. They flip the cap on the lube and slick their fingers, reaching for me. “Get over here,” they murmur.

I obey, crawling into Stevie’s lap, straddling their thighs. I reach down, wrapping my hand around their cock, giving it a few firm strokes. Stevie groans, their head falling back, their hips bucking into my touch.

Yael moves behind me, their hands sliding over my hips, their lips pressing to my shoulder. “You want me to fuck you while you ride Stevie?” they murmur, their breath hot against my ear.

I nod frantically, my hole clenching at the thought. “Please,” I beg. “Fuck me, Yael. I need you.”

Yael groans, their hands tightening on my hips. I hear the click of the lube bottle, feel the slick press of Yael’s fingers against my hole. I relax into the touch, bearing down, letting Yael work me open with slick, twisting pushes.

Stevie takes the opportunity to capture my lips in a searing kiss, their tongue stroking against mine, their teeth nipping at my lower lip. I moan into the kiss, my hips rocking, fucking myself on Yael’s fingers.

“Ready?” Yael murmurs, their voice rough with want.

I nod, pulling back from Stevie’s kiss with a lewd string of spit connecting our lips. “So ready,” I breathe. “Fuck me, Yael. Fuck me now.”

Yael lines up, the blunt head of their cock pressing against my slick, stretched hole. They push in slowly, carefully, giving me time to adjust. I breathe through the stretch, the burn, focusing on the feel of Stevie’s cock in my hand, hard and throbbing.

Yael bottoms out with a groan, their hips flush against my ass. I feel full, stretched, perfect. I clench around them, savoring the way they twitch inside me.