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A dream slowly coming to fruition, Vander stood behind the bar of the Last Drop with pride, unpacking their last shipment of liquor and glassware before the planned opening the following night.
Across the bar floor, Felicia hummed a tune to herself as she organized the records on the jukebox. Her hips swayed to a tune heard mostly in her head and it took more of Vander’ self control than he’d care to admit to keep his eyes off the welcome sight.
“Are you listening?” she asked, breaking him from his sidelong stare.
“Ah… of course, you’ve got a new man of the hour,” Vander answered.
Felicia rolled her eyes and turned back to let him see, arms crossed under her chest.
“What, do I need to polish the cast irons? If he’s another like the last, may as well handle it now before he—”
“No!” Felicia spat, laughing off the accusation that her taste in men was so consistently abysmal. She waved the thought away and leaned back on the record player. “He’s harmless. And he’s lasted more than an hour, we’re coming up on a month now.”
Vander’s smile tilted into a smirk as he set down the last bottle from his crate on the shelf behind him. “And he’s kept your attention that long?”
Felicia shrugged, arms shifting to more of a self-hug than a defensive pose. “He’s a little on the soft side for me, but… man, when I get him in the sack?”
Before she could finish, Silco emerged from the back room with a box of wrapped glasses. As the conversation he could only vaguely hear before came to an abrupt halt, he looked between his friends in confusion.
Vander stifled a laugh and narrowed his gaze on Felicia. “No, no, go on.”
Cheeks burning red in equal embarrassment and frustration, Felicia shot back daggers from her eyes. Silco was like a little brother almost; he had a brain for planning, numbers, logistics—not mining, fucking, drinking, and repeating like most men she knew. He was something special.
“Did I interrupt?” Silco asked, attention still moving between them.
“Not at all,” Vander said. “Felicia’s telling us about her latest lay. Sounds like this one might stick around.
Silco’s face grew rosy, too, though he ignored it all and simply made his way behind the bar to set own the heavy box for Vander to unpack
Felicia shook her head and approached the counter to take a seat on one of the half-dozen stools along its edge. “Fine. Connel’s a little light in the arms for my taste, but… he fucks like a jackhammer and he had me howling so goddamn loud that the neighbors were beating the walls! Goes for ages, too. We were at it all night last night.”
Silco perked up a bit too much, betraying his interest without a word, though Vander knew nothing would come of it.
“I know you’re busy with your reading and keeping the numbers here, but you could stand to take a page out of her book, you know,” he said, looking down to Silco’s teal-blue eyes. “Find a warm set of legs to part."
Aghast and agog all at once, Silco snipped back, “How are you so sure I haven’t already?”
Without a second to breathe after he spoke, Vander and Felicia both burst into laughter. Silco glared between the two of them and demanded, “What? What’s so funny?”
Vander wiped an earnest tear from his eye and said, “Sil, you wouldn’t shut your trap for weeks when that drunk broad at the union rally planted one on you last month. We would have heard it by now if you’d done the deed.”
Felicia hummed her agreement and reached over the bar to snatch a freshly unwrapped glass, up-turning it and nodding for Vander to pour her something.
“What was her name again?” Vander asked as he turned to pick the right spirit to break the place in with.
“Veronica?” Felicia suggested.
Vander nodded and returned to the counter with top-shelf whiskey. “That’s it,” he said, nodding in agreement as he uncorked the bottle and poured her a few fingers.
Silco groaned and started a path around the edge of the bar, out toward the open floor. “Come off it, it’s not like you’re carving a trail through the fissures for yourself,” he said, scowling at Vander all the while.
Another pregnant silence fell over the bar, Vander and Felicia sharing a look that said something Silco wasn’t privy to. Felicia took a long drink, downing half her glass in one go.
“No. No, don’t tell me you two..?” Silco gawked, unable to finish his own sentence.
“I mean,” Felicia started, pausing in thought before she added, “It was a few years back. Just a couple times, alright? That was it.”
Vander nodded. “Right. You’re good for a quick one, but that whiny moan of yours… so high pitched I could feel it in my teeth.”
Felicia scoffed and countered, “I don’t remember you bringing any complaints when you were balls fucking deep in—”
“When was this?” Silco asked. “Where?” He was in shock, both that they would do something like that together after all they’d been through, and that they would have kept it from him. Beneath the outrage, though, was a bit of something that unsettled him even more: he was a little turned on by the thought.
Vander poured another drink and motioned for Silco to sit. “Relax, it’s like she said, it didn’t last long.”
“And neither did you,” Felicia snarked over another sip.
Vander laughed as Silco sidled into a barstool one away from Felicia. “I was seventeen! I’d barely had more than my hand. I haven’t had that problem in ages, thank you kindly.”
Felicia laughed with him, but Silco was lost in thought. He was running the math on how far behind them he really was and the gap made something in his stomach feel like lead. So much time given to their revolution, to his comrades in arms and minds, that he’d neglected the needs of his own body.
Reaching over to cross the distance of the stool between them, Felicia pushed a strand of SIlco’s hair behind his ear. “Come on, you’ve fucked someone before, right?” she prompted, sure he had something to contribute, no matter how small.
Silco’s cheeks rose to levels of redness never before seen in human pigment and shame brought him back to his feet in an instant. He mumbled something about being needed elsewhere, but Vander was tired of it. “This is your problem, mate. A fine lady lays a hand on you and it’s like she’s giving you an electric shock.”
Felicia’s eyes widened. She hadn’t realized how touchy of a subject it was for Sil, but she was determined to help how she could. She held the counter in one hand and the stool between them with the other as she shifted to close the gap, claiming the buffer as her own seat. Her smile was warm, almost motherly as she offered, “Why don’t we even the playing field, then? You can fuck me, too.”
Silco’s jaw hit the floor, but Vander was the first to speak. “Think Mr. Jackhammer will mind that?”
“Are you going to tell him?” Felicia shot back.
“No, no, that’s… that’s ridiculous,” Silco said, reading nothing but condescension in the offer. “We don’t need to have sex, and I definitely don’t want your pity seconds.”
Vander choked on his own drink with laughter, then downed the rest of it and set down the glass. “You got someone else waiting in line?”
Felicia polished off her own drink and pushed the glass to Vander, then reached out to take Silco’s hands in hers. “Let me help you out, Sil. Take a break, just for tonight. You don’t owe me anything and I’m not pitying you.”
Silco watched her calloused hands wrap his, a mere passenger in the experience as she lifted them up toward her chest. When he realized why she was curling his fingers into a cupping shape, he pulled back with a groan. “Stop this, I’m fine. I’ve told you more times than I care to count, Vander,” he emphasized, glaring up at his brother, “that we have more important things to focus our energy on.”
Vander was nowhere near ready to drop the topic. “I could give you pointers, if that’s what you need. I know where all Fel’s buttons are. You’ll be working her like a tool in no time.”
Meeting him with a doubtful sneer, Felicia corrected, “You don’t know all of them. We were just fucking, barely more than kids.”
Vander rolled his eyes and asked, “Do you think you’re helping?”
Felicia was about to argue, mouth open and taking in a sharp breath as Silco said, “Fine. Let’s do it.”
Both of his compatriots fell silent, neither expecting him to acquiesce so soon, if at all.
“You two?” Vander asked, as though the shock had wiped away the prior conversation.
“I offered, didn’t I?” Felicia affirmed. With a playful pat to her outer hip, she said, “Besides, not like you own this.”
Silco agreed, “She offered, I’m accepting, and you’re helping.”
“Helping?” Vander echoed.
Silco’s determination wavered for only a moment before he said with certainty, “You said you’d show me, I want you there.”
Felicia chuckled to herself as she slid off her stool, making her way for the front door. Silco was certain he’d upset her, that she was leaving for the man she was truly interested in, but as she stopped and turned the deadbolt to lock the three of them inside, his heart skipped a beat. She turned heel and came back to her seat beside him, then said, “Alright, but if I’m doing all the work here, let’s at least make it fun. A game, like we used to play—truth or drink.”
Vander chuckled and snagged three smaller glasses to ensure they kept it to only one shot at a time. “Perfect. We may as well be the ones to polish off the Drop’s first bottle.” He poured three shots, setting one in front of each of them before setting the bottle aside.
Felicia insisted, “Vander, you’re fist.”
“Alright, on with it.”
She thought for a moment, then laid an elbow on the table and cupped her chin in hand to ask, “Is it true you really were seeing someone the last time we fucked?”
Vander was quiet for a beat, then nodded, arms crossed over his broad chest. “Not my proudest moment, but we’ve all got our weaknesses.”
“And yours is free cunt?” she prodded.
“I’m only a man, Felicia,” Vander said. “She forgave me. At least, for a while.”
Silco watched the exchange, enraptured by how much between them had slipped through the cracks of his understanding. “You next,” he said to Felicia. “How many men have you ‘done the deed’ with?"
It was Felicia’s turn to blush, silent as a stone as she weighed the consequences of honesty. Vander kept his lips pursed to hold in a strong laugh and turned away, pacing a little loop behind the bar as she snatched up her shot and downed it just as fast.
“When do you have the time?” Silco asked, lightening up a bit but still incredulous to the secret lives of his closest friends.
Felicia licked a stray drop from her lips and snickered. “You make the time when you want to. You’ll be hooked like the rest of us, trust me.” She looked back between the boys, then started to unbuckle the belt at her waist as she added, “Let’s make this interesting. You drink, you take something off.”
Vander’s brow raised, but he agreed all the same. “We’re way ahead of you on layers, I don’t mind seeing you bare as birth by the next round.”
“Ha-ha,” she teased back, then tilted her head toward Silco. “Your turn, Sil. Which of us is hotter, me or Vander?”
His pulse pounded and his breath caught in his throat. Of all the questions… there was no way he could answer that. He took his shot in hand and threw it back, even as it burned the whole way down. With a grimace at the taste, he began the work of unbuttoning his vest and peeling it off his shoulders, folding it neatly to lay on the bar not far from him.
Vander and Felicia shared a laugh as the former topped off the crew’s glasses for the second round.
“Who was your first?” Silco shot off to Vander, eager to take the attention off of him.
Voice a bit softer than his usual cool confidence, Vander answered, “Adah, that girl who hauled out broken carts back in the mines.”
“Adah?” Felicia gibed. “She was like a mountain with feet at the bottom.”
“I know! She could pick me up. Me!” Vander said, the memory clearly fond.
Silco chuckled to himself, gaze lowered to the counter. He remembered her as a woman of few words—even fewer after the second cave-in.
Vander’s smile turned too-confident as he asked Felicia, “Your go. Your first?”
She sighed, then sat up a bit straighter to answer, “You know damn well it was you.”
Silco was starting to feel like their little secrets, revealed only to him, were less of things he’d missed out on and more like they were working to catch him up.
“And you,” Vander pushed, looking to Silco authoritatively. “It’s not like you’ve never been touched. Right?”
Felicia gasped and looked at Silco like he was holding a prize. “No way, who was it? When?”
Silco’s mouth moved before his words joined in. “It—that was ages ago. Just stupid, curious boys…”
“Out with it, that’s your question for this turn,” Felicia pushed.
Silco stole a quick glance in Vander’s direction, then shook his head and made quick work of a second shot. Next came his shirt in the same tidy fashion as his vest had.
Vander laughed, but Felicia pouted. “Silco, it’s no fun if you never answer anything,” she said as a warning of sorts, then sighed and looked back to Vander. “You again. Once the north side’s all ours, where’s the first place you’re taking somebody to task?”
Vander and Silco both laughed, a common shared daydream on tired nights in the mining company bunks. “It’d really stick it to them to get some Piltie priss bent over in their snobby council room, but… I don’t think I’ll be the only one celebrating,” he said, revisiting his slice of that dream. “Hell, I’d make a mess of that fountain in the city center.”
“It’s no fun if you never drink,” Silco said, vision a little unfocused as the lightweight he was.
Felicia clapped a hand on his back and cheered, “That’s the spirit!”
Vander was feeling more and more like he was keeping watch over children as the two twigs at his bar showed no sign of slowing, but Silco was right, he needed to play the game, too. “May as well keep me at a handicap. Janna knows you two will be a wobbling mess in an hour at this rate.” He shrugged off his vest and made simple work of a shot for himself.
Silco smirked and turned his attention to Felicia next. “Since you’re the one collecting bodies,” he started, earning a gasp from her.
“I’m not a whore, Sil! God, relax,” she said, all three laughing together at the overblown suggestion.
“Question still stands!” Silco urged. “Where was the most interesting place you’ve done it?”
Vander’s brow raised and he leaned in, forearms down on the bar as he awaited the response. It took Felicia a moment of consideration to come to it, but she answered, “It’s either an active shaft, or… a rooftop on one of the upper layers. Bit breezy to be naked up there.” She chuckled to herself, remembering how painfully hard her nipples had been in the cold.
Silco was stunned—but no more so than the night’s other revelations—as Vander pointed his next question in his direction. “There’s no acting like you’ve never been touched,” Vander teased. “We shared a bunk long enough for me to know you’ve at least had yourself. Who do you think about with your hand full?”
“Ahh,” he stalled, working to ignore the growing tightness of his trousers. Silco’s pulse raced as the same visions of Vander he’s always indulged in flashed to prominence in his mind: covered in soot and sweat, that wild look in his eye as Vander brought that heavy iron gauntlet to Silco’s throat.
The throbbing in his pants hit a fever pitch that makes him worry he may make a mess of them, but Silco shook his head and pounded another shot. He turned away from the other two as he stood, kicking off his boots and leaving him in nothing more than pants and underwear.
“You’re going to be naked before I am,” Felicia said with another laugh, but Silco was ready to return the favor to his brother.
“Is it true, brother, that you keep a little memento from each of your conquests? A collection of sorts?” he asked. The small bundle of crumpled panties and boxers from Vander’s mine-barrack footlocker was a secret to all but Silco, who had shared close enough quarters to see new deposits made from time to time.
Vander blanched, but Felicia’s arms crossed over her chest. “You do not,” she answered, the sudden disappearance of her favorite pair of panties those years ago abruptly making sense.
He shrugged apologetically, then sighed in Silco’s direction and said, “Fair enough.” Vander picked up a shot for himself and downed it before tugging his shirt up and over his head.
Felicia snorted and reached over the bar to slap Vander’s meaty shoulder as he leaned back in, then brought her hand back down to rest on Silco’s thigh. The touch made Silco flinch, tent in his pants only growing, but she paid it no mind.
“So long as we’re getting personal,” Vander started, watching her stroke Silco’s thigh. “Why don’t you tell us about the time you tried and failed to catch a position at Babette’s?”
Her jaw dropped and she glared up at him, but that may have been the biggest shock to Silco of the night. Felicia opened her mouth to speak, to refute it, but the reddening of her cheeks came as a tell before she scoffed and took a shot of her own.
“You what? Failed? You’re joking, why would she turn you down?” Silco asked, mouth just as agape.
Felicia’s thumb rubbed over his knee, her eyes low as her blush softened. “Thanks, Sil. She knew I had other things in the works, though, like taking over the world with you bozos.”
Silco’s cheeks warmed to match hers and Vander took advantage. “Silco,” he said, voice just a bit deeper. “Do you want to kiss her?”
Panic clear in his expression, Silco leaned away and raised his hands defensively. “I—I, ah…”
Felicia moved to follow him, though, cupping his cheek and pulling his face closer to hers. “Go on, you can answer.”
Silco was caught in the precious silver of her eyes. He nodded, then closed the small remaining gap between them as his own eyes closed. It’s a slow kiss, sweet, but long enough that a small streak of jealousy within Vander crackled beneath the surface. They parted for a moment to draw a quick breath, then Silco pulled her in all over again.
Vander cleared his throat, making Silco realize just how long their simple ‘kiss’ had gone on. He broke from Felicia in an instant and wiped his lips on the back of his hand, but was still caught in her gaze—until it turned up to Vander. His brows were low, not with anger, but with something intense Silco didn’t entirely recognize.
She laid her elbow on the bar, one hand still stroking up and down Silco’s thigh as she countered, “When’s the last time you kissed Sil? Hmm?”
Both men froze, Silco stammering an attempt to contradict her before Vander simply waved a hand and kicked off his own boots, taking the last poured shot for himself before refilling all three glasses. Pointed back at her, Vander asked, “What buttons did I miss?”
Felicia claimed a fresh shot and took it like a veteran. “Like I’m just going to tell you. Gotta put in the work,” she teased, then raised her hips up off the stool to pull her dress up and over her head. She let it fall to the floor behind her in a crumpled heap, then leaned up to the bar on both elbows.
Left only in her bra and panties, her eyes slid to the side to catch Silco staring. “What? I know you’ve seen my ass before. We shared a tub when we were kids. It’s just a bit bigger now.” She chuckled to herself, but Silco’s pants bobbed to answer for him.
He was certain she knew what she was doing to him, and the sensations were getting a little intense under his trousers, so he laid a hand over the bulge in hopes of simply covering it to make it go away. Felicia wasn’t going to let him get away with it a second time, though.
“My ass really do that much for you?” she asked, earning Vander’s interest and making Silco fumble for words like he’d been stabbed. “That’s my question, answer or drink.”
Vander pushed a fresh shot in Silco’s direction, certain he wouldn’t answer. Silco reached for it at first, half it to his chest, then shook his head and set it back down.
“It does,” he answered, then looked Felicia in the eye. “You know that.”
Vander’s surprised grin tugged on his cheeks as Felicia slid back off her stool and turned around, giving Silco the full view as she bent forward. The thin strip of fabric between her thighs barely covered her and damp curls were visible on either side.
“I’m ready,” Silco said. He was mesmerized by the sight, each little motion reverberating through the soft curves around her hips. He pulled his lower lip between his crooked teeth and let his hand fall away from the tent in his pants.
“Done with our game, then?” Vander asked with a laugh.
Felicia laughed along with him as she tossed her braid over her shoulder and reached behind herself to unhook her bra. She dropped it onto the growing pile of clothes on the floor. She looked back to Vander and asked, “Mind if we make a mess of your bar?”
“Someone’s got to,” he said, gesturing to the surface as he pulled the few remaining pre-poured shots behind the counter.
Eyes on Silco all the while, Felicia came closer again and pushed herself up to sit on the bar, legs open to frame him as she settled. Vander wrapped his arms around her from behind, cupping her tits in his massive palms and flicking her nipples with the pads of his thumbs. She whimpered and he took it as permission to go further, lips streaking slick kisses down her neck and shoulder.
Silco was dumbstruck at the sight of Felicia’s wet panties. The fact that it was so visible that she was just as aroused as him… it made him dizzy.
“Go on,” she encouraged, reaching an arm up to cradle Vander’s head into the crook of her shoulder and neck. “You can touch me. No wrong answers when you’re learning, right?”
A scoff left Silco’s throat unintentionally, certain there were ways to fail, but he took a deep breath to prepare himself all the same. His touch began at her knees, then his hands ran up her thighs. Her skin was too soft for a girl who’d been in the mines, somehow unscathed by the scratchy but durable fabric of the mining uniform pants. His breathing hitched in his throat and he couldn’t stop himself from nuzzling his cheek to her inner thigh.
Vander’s kisses roamed, too, all over Felicia’s neck and shoulders, making her squirm and start to pant, herself. An arm still following him, she reached the other down to run her fingers through Silco’s dark hair. She pulled him closer until his nose was pressed to the wet spot he’d just been admiring.
His face glowed the burning red of hot metal, but one whiff of her cunt had him dangerously close to making a mess of his pants. She smelled sweet, a little tart, but he was certain her taste would be even better. Emboldened by her encouragement, he tugged her panties to the side and slid two fingers between the cleft of her lips. When he pulled them back, he examined the shining arousal, then indulged and sucked them clean. He was right, the taste was positively divine.
Felicia felt it tug on her heart as she saw the true reverence on his face as he tasted her. She was used to the macho men of the lower colonies, each a little too cocksure from the start. Something about his genuine enjoyment made her heart beat even faster. “Why don’t you get a taste from the source?” she suggested, eliciting a grunt of approval from Vander as he kneaded her breasts.
Silco looked up to her like she’d given him a gift and nodded. He laid his hands on her thighs and nudged them even further apart, then buried his face in her cunt. His nose pressed to her clit as he parted her lips with his thumbs, swiping clumsy licks between and sound her lips—anywhere he could find more of her nectar.
Vander’s more experienced touch helped his tentative efforts translate to pleasure for Felicia, though, and Vander pulled from a dark hickey on her neck to lower one of his hands down her stomach. “Two fingers in her,” he instructed, voice a low rumble, “and your tongue… there.”
As Silco leaned back to watch Vander instruct, the latter pressed one thick finger into Felicia’s mound just above her clit. He dragged his fingertip in a circle over it, drawing a giggling moan from Felicia. Her mouth opened to make some quip, but it fell away from her lips as Silco nodded and set to work.
He slid two fingers into her easily and pressed into her g-spot by sheer luck—though it was the same internal gesture he liked for himself in the solo nights he’d spent exploring himself, the same curling and pressure that made his own hole clench. Her inner softness was even more delicate than her smooth thighs and her heat had him panting before his lips came together on her clit. He was aching for his own release, but even he knew she should be the first afforded it.
Felicia gasped and moaned, toes curling at the direct hit to such a sensitive spot. “Fuck, Sil… there,” she whispered. “In and out, to there.”
“Beginner’s luck,” Vander chuckled. Felicia peeled his hands off of her chest and motioned for him to step back. As he did, she arched backwards over the bar to keep her hips firmly in Silco’s control, but lowering her head down to the height of Vander’s groin.
She tugged at the waistband of his pants and teased, “Help a girl out, here. You’re both still wearing way too much.”
Vander’s hands were on his belt buckle in seconds, undoing that and his fly in the blink of an eye to tug them down and free himself for her. His cock was thick, with pinkish foreskin that clung to his head and weeped drops of precum. Though it wasn’t particularly long, the girth had been a dealbreaker for at least one partner so far. Felicia’s prize was hanging below that shaft, though; full, heavy, hairy balls that she cupped and gave a weak tug to.
She opened her mouth to flick her tongue over his head, then pulled his hips closer to guide him deeper into her mouth. Sure it made her gag, but getting her nose buried in his balls made her squeeze tighter around Silco’s fingers.
Vander began to move his hips as Silco pulled up from his ministrations on her clit. He knew she had moved, but hadn’t quite pieced together what she was doing as he lost himself to her flavor. Streaking through his cripplingly strong desire to have more of her was another feeling, even sharper, souring the pleasure he’d found within her. Jealousy? What right did he have to claim her for himself?
Silco worked his fingers in and out of her a bit harder, faster, trying to draw her attention back to him even if she couldn’t see him. Her growing moans were his reward when she couldn’t speak more praise to him, but Vander’s grew along with hers.
He smiled down to Silco and said, “Whatever you’re doing, Sil, keep it up for me.”
“It’s not for you,” Silco snipped back, then returned to diligently suckling Felicia’s clit. Despite it all, thoughts of being in her place filled his mind, tongue and lips working her little bud as though it were Vander’s cock.
Felicia’s throat bulged just under her jaw as Vander pushed balls deep, then gripped her neck to make it even tighter. Her toes curled and the pressure made her whole body tense up. A little trickle of her squirt dribbled down Silco’s chin and he licked what he could from his lips after pulling away in surprise. Her moans were perforated by gagging, but he was sure it was his own doing from between her legs. Silco doubled down, stroking her insides with his curled fingers and lapping at her clit like an animal.
Vander’s happy laugh filled the air again, though his hips slowed. He may not admit it, but the sounds of Silco slurping and panting into Felicia’s folds had him closer to an edge than he’d expected to be so soon. No turning back, then.
“Are you ready, dove?” he asked her, letting up on her throat for a moment before accepting her lack of response as more than enough reason to continue.
Silco’s fingers worked her harder, dying to see what an orgasm for her would feel like. As he pulled back from her clit, he replaced his tongue with a finger as Vander had, rubbing circles onto the hypersensitive bundle of nerves in time with the thrusts of his other hand. He’d broken the floodgates inside her and stray drops of her juices splattered his cheeks and her thighs like she’d sprung a leak. She raised her legs up to rest her calves on his shoulders.
Vander grunted as he came, holding her snug on the full length of his cock as he took the work of swallowing it away from her, forcing each hot shot down her throat. Felicia was low on air, but that only made the intensity of Silco’s work on the other side of the bar even better. A few more thrusts of his fingers and her legs shook, inner walls contracting and releasing in waves as rapid as her racing heartbeat. Silco didn’t stop, though, not recognizing the sensations as an orgasm and trying to push her pleasure even higher.
Felicia slapped at Vander’s thighs, desperate for a full breath of air to stop her head from filling with haze and stars. He quickly obliged and stepped back, then slid his hands under her arms to keep her from sliding back over his side of the counter. He guided her to sit up with her back to his chest, but as soon as she could reach, she snatched Silco’s head by a handful of his hair and tugged him away from her pussy.
“N-no more,” she stammered, giggling in her afterglow and feeling a drop of sweat glide over her chest. “You got it.”
Silco’s eyes widened as he realized she finished and pride swelled in his chest. Still, a damp spot of precum had become so saturated that it was visible through his pants, even on such dark fabric. He was the last to finish, but he’d gotten her there. A sacrifice for his cause all the same.
Felicia caught her breath, then sat up on her own and let her legs dangle over the edges of the bar once more. “Sorry, Sil. Got a little caught up in it. You got questions? Concerns?” she asked, admiring the way her slick was spread over his nose, lips, and cheeks. Vander’s kisses returned to her neck, hands firm on her hips to ensure she kept stable.
Silco still couldn’t believe it. “You came? From what I did?”
Felicia swatted Vander away again, then gripped the edges of the bar at her sides to help steady her as she lowered her ass down into Silco’s lap on his stool. “Bet your blisters I did,” she cooed. “How’d you know to go for that spot? You better not be lying about it being your first time just for a sympathy lay.”
“Lying?” Silco echoed. “Of course not. You’ve seen through every lie I’ve ever aimed at you.”
She guided his hands to her hips, then started to rock them over him, rubbing her still-tender cunt on the tent in his pants. “True, you’ve gotta work on that. But for now… I owe you one. Where do you want me? I’d say right here, but two is a little crowded for a stool.”
“You’ve already spread your mess on my bar, are you christening every surface?” Vander asked, arms crossed over his chest.
Felicia’s bright laugh filled the room again. “What, like you were never going to?”
Vander rolled his eyes and waved them off, kicking off his pants and underwear to be left in a pile behind the counter as he made his way around to the other side.
Lips tickling the shell of Silco’s ear, Felicia whispered, “That table behind us. I’ll bend over it, get nice and comfy, then you do the rest. You’re a natural, Silly.”
Between the motion of her hips and the deliciously sweet sound of her whispers, Silco was left to do nothing but nod his agreement. He spun on the stool to let her off at the open side, bar at his back. As she stood from his lap, he tensed his thighs to try to get composure again. He pushed his thoughts away from the sway of her hips, the way she’d clenched on his fingers as she came—instead, he imagined the smell of the grey in the mines, a drunkard he’d seen losing his lunch in an alley, the scarred side of Adah’s face when she returned after a month in the company infirmary. None of the atrocities he could rummage up took Felicia from the forefront of his mind.
In the time it took for Felicia to take her place, Vander took her former seat in the stool beside Silco and had begun stroking his limp cock to the sight of her glistening cunt, bared back toward them. Silco stripped out of his remaining clothes and took a few barefooted steps toward his next goal. He was so hard that his cock was flush to his stomach, shiny with precum that dripped down his length to his balls.
Vader’s eyes took in the sight, chuckling at Silco’s nearly concave ass. The smaller man’s cock was no match for Vander’s in girth, but Silco had at least an inch in length over him. Cut, his head was dark red and swollen as it dripped a never-ending stream of eager desire.
Felicia reached back to spread her ass cheeks for him, making the lips of her sex open, too. A little glob of her cream dripped from them and streaked its way to her thigh as she said, “Just take it slow. I get it if you cum a little quick, too. Just pull out before you do. Got it?”
“Right,” Silco agreed. He laid his right hand on her ass, the other giving his cock a tentative stroke. He gave that up right away when a long string of precum dripped to the floor instantly.
Vander snickered. “Now you’re suddenly careful about pulling out? That Connel’s effect, too?”
Felicia craned her neck to look back to Vander, staring daggers into him. “Like you’re one to talk,” she cracked back. The memory of the first time she was late after fucking Vander wasn’t all that old. She was terrified for a day and a half, came to him in tears, only to be graced by her cycle returning the very next day.
Silco shook his head and swallowed his nerves. “I’m going to put it in,” he said, ignoring Felicia’s little giggle over his formality. That was cut short, though, as he parted her lips and slid inside. Her mouth fell open with a moan and she laid her cheek on her folded arms, raising up on tiptoe to help with the angle.
It was all far too much for Silco in his state. He pushed deeper until he bottomed out inside her indescribably welcoming warmth. She was tight and there was no escape for him as he tried hard to keep his cool. He tensed his thighs, bit his lip hard enough to taste blood, but it wasn’t enough. Without so much as a second thrust, he pulled back out and gave himself half a stroke before firing his first shot onto her lower back and ass.
Vander was in shock, still teasing himself with lazy strokes, but he couldn’t stifle his laugh. Silco glared back at him with a look that could kill, then hissed, “Laugh all you want!”
Felicia arched up from the table and reached for Silco’s hand, guiding it back to her hip as he panted to catch his breath. “Relax, Sil, it’s alright. Give it a minute. Think you got a second one in ya?”
He took a deep inhale, held it, then nodded. He was almost as hard as he had been before cumming. His gaze fell to the mess on her hips and for once, he acted before thinking. He bent down and started to lick his cum off of her perfect skin, nothing but the occasional mole or freckle breaking up her fair complexion.
Hand moving a bit faster, Vander watched intently. Felicia hummed a happy sound and took her hand off of Silco’s at her hip to tease her clit, keeping her own pleasure going while Silco finished his cleanup.
When Silco pulled up from her ass, he was fired up and ready to go again. He stepped forward and slotted himself inside her again without so much as another word. Felicia’s mouth fell open in an instant, moaning his name as her eyes fluttered shut.
With the slightest taste of her perfection before, SIlco’s body was craving more. Instinct led his motions as his thrusts took a relatively quick pace, his hips hitting her ass hard enough to make the clap where they met echo in the empty bar. Both of his hands clutched handfuls of the skin at her hips in a white-knuckled vice.
Vander rose from his seat to get a better look, amazed as the permanently buttoned-up Silco transformed into some sort of beast before him. Maybe he was wrong before, when he’d considered Silco nothing more than a brother, a bunk mate, someone to explore with.
Felicia’s moans peaked over and over, most in time with Silco’s tight balls slapping against her clit. She pulled her fingers away from herself to grip the table’s edge to keep herself in place. “Fuck, Sil… don’t stop!”
Vander wrapped a loose arm around Silco’s chest from behind, not hindering his rapid pace, but adding himself back into the fray. “Pull her up by her hair,” he whispered in Silco’s ear.
Silco gripped her braid in an instant, wrenching it back to force her up onto her palms on the table. Her back bent hard, but it only made her squeeze tighter around Silco. The table shook with her weakening legs as she panted for each breath, moaning like they didn’t have an audience.
Vander made his way around the table and cupped her chin in his hand to turn her gaze up toward him. Felicia’s mouth opened on instinct as his strokes brought his cock mere inches from her mouth, but he shook his head. “Focus on Sil.”
Behind her, Silco’s thrusts were losing rhythm, driven by nothing but the sheer euphoria found in Felicia’s depths. “I… I’m—,” he stammered, thoughts long since gone from his mind as he felt his core tightening into knots.
Felicia gave Vander a sly grin, then moaned back to Silco, “Let it out, Sil. Cum in me!”
Running on adrenaline already, Silco needed no convincing to obey her. The taste of his first load still on his tongue, he buried himself as deep inside her as his cock could reach and cried out as he began to fill her.
She dropped her hand back to her clit, rubbing manic loops over herself to get that last little nudge over her edge. Silco slumped forward, panting in her ear as she wrung the last drops from him when her orgasm shook her all over again. Felicia’s moans were even sweeter with his cock inside her and the sound was enough to catch Vander up all on his own.
His strokes sped up, focusing on his head as he stuck his free thumb in Silco’s mouth to guide it open. Silco’s eyes opened in confusion, but there was no time to question Vander before he pushed his head through the smaller man’s lips. With one more pump of his hand, Vander shot a second, smaller load to the back of Silco’s tongue.
Silco twitched inside Felicia again, body aching from the sheer volume of pleasure he’d withstood thus far. Felicia was a delicacy, but Vander was ambrosia, drawing a sweeter kind of moan from the farthest recesses of Silco’s chest.
Vander was the first to pull away, offering Silco a hand for balance as he leaned up off of Felicia’s back. He took a staggering step back and slipped from her cunt, freeing a small torrent of his cum to dribble in thick streams down her inner thighs.
“Fuck,” Felicia sighed, clearly as spent as the two men at her sides. Laughter came naturally to all three as Vander helped her to stand next. Being upright only made her leak more and she asked, “Can I get a hand?”
Vander returned to the bar and reached over to snag a clean towel, then offered it to her, but Silco was still reeling. He could barely keep on his feet, let alone walk easily like Vander had.
“I… you said to pull out,” Silco said, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his hand and tucking a stray strand of damp hair behind his ear. “Why did you change your mind?”
Felicia looked up from her work with the rag between her legs and flushed rosy. “Are you complaining?” she asked.
Silco’s cheeks outdid hers and he shook his head. “Not at all, I just… what if you..?”
Vander took the dirtied cloth and tossed it to Silco, an offer to take care of himself as needed, then wrapped his arms around Felicia from behind once more.
She smiled and reached a hand out to pull Silco closer. “Some things are worth the risk, don’t you think?”