“I don’t want to tell you now. It doesn’t matter. They don’t matter.”
“They did before.”
I raised a brow. “I thought we were starting over.”
“I thought we were tying up loose ends,” he countered.
“Their names aren’t important,” I said, not wanting to sully his and Sophie’s space with Neil and Annette’s mess. It was bad enough I’d brought my disaster self into his old apartment. I couldn’t… no, I wouldn’t do it again. “It was unfair of me to useyou to distract myself from the hurt they caused me.” I wished I hadn’t moved my drink so far away, but the moment felt so tentative I worried if I moved, I would ruin it. “And I am sorry for it.”
Daniel’s tongue made a noise, stuck against the roof of his mouth as he swallowed. He looked at my throat when he said, “I already said you don’t owe me an apology.”
“I know.” I dared a glance at him. “But you did ask how I would make it up to you.”
There had always been a sharp edge to sex with Daniel, like he wanted to be in charge but wasn’t sure how to commit to the bit. It hadn’t bothered me then, and it didn’t bother me now. I’d never had an issue talking him through it or coaxing him to the point of comfortability. But even with that taunt in the air between us, everything about his body language said he was unsure about how he really wanted me to react.
For the first time, I wondered about Daniel and Sophie’s sex life. I let myself—briefly—entertain the idea of what it would be like if the three of us were together. There was still no clarity around their asks of me or their expectations. Did they want a truly balanced throuple? Did Sophie want me for herself? Did Daniel? Was I meant to pass between them, a side piece, never part of a whole?
All of that worry would have to wait because Daniel’s expression darkened, and I immediately understood exactly how he wanted me to make my indiscretions up to him. He went for his belt before my knees hit the floor. I shuffled to him, and Daniel had his hands in my hair and my head in his lap before I even realized I’d moved. His cock wasn’t hard, but it was hot and already leaking, and when I took him into my mouth, I wanted to cry.
He wrapped himself around me, forearm pressed against the back of my head to hold me down. His cock thickened againstmy tongue, pressed against the roof of my mouth. He’d never been long enough to choke me, but he thrust into my throat anyway and tried. I grabbed his thigh, mostly for balance, lashes fluttering at the wet and sloppy sounds coming out of my mouth. Daniel lifted his hips and fucked my face until he was fully hard, dripping and throbbing behind my teeth.
“I missed your mouth,” he rasped before the first pulse of cum splashed against my tongue. He folded himself over the top of me, burying my face into the still well maintained thatch of curls that framed his shaft, bursts of cum shooting straight into my throat with every ragged pump of his hips. He kept me pinned down long after his balls had emptied, and I closed my eyes and rested my cheek against his thigh until his cock softened and slipped out of my mouth.
He grabbed my chin, used his thumb to swipe the mess of him off my face, and I couldn’t bear to look at him.
“That can’t be enough to make it right,” I whispered, voice cracking from how well he’d pummeled my throat.
“It’s not for you to say.”
“Daniel.”
He pinched my cheeks together, puckering my mouth. He held me there for less than a second before his touch turned into a gentle caress across my cheek. I stared at his stomach, not willing to look up and find forgiveness in his eyes.
“Finn.”
I shook my head.
“Let me take you out,” he said softly. “A date.”
“I need to understand the rules.” I rocked back onto my heels and dropped my ass onto the floor. I hit the coffee table with my shoulder blades and it skittered back across the floor a few inches. I reached back, grateful for the reminder of my drink. The cherries were bearable, and I ate all three of them.
“They’re whatever we want them to be.”
“That’s not…not enough.”
Daniel tucked his cock back into his pants, smoothed himself back together, then hauled me onto the couch. I ended up closer to him than before, our legs pressed together, our faces within kissing distance.
“I want to know what I missed out on last time,” he said.
“Not much.”
“You know what I mean.”
I did know what he meant, but it was impossible to stand beneath the weight of his attention without crumbling. A blow job would never make up for the way I’d treated Daniel before, for the way I’d used him to make myself feel better.
“Sophie likes you,” he said. “She knew I would like you, and I think you’ll like her.”
“I get the feeling it’s impossible tonotlike her.”