The bluff

The wind on the bluff had grit in it, and I held the camera against my chest while Eli pinned the tripod with his boot. James stood downslope, hands in his pockets, waiting the way we had set in words two nights ago. At the kitchen table, sober, each of us had said yes to this afternoon, and any one of us could end it with a sentence. I said the light was enough. Eli kissed my temple. James waited for my nod, then kissed my mouth, salt on his lip. I cased the camera. We got down behind the grass on the blanket Eli had carried without being asked.

I wanted both of them to see me want them, and I had already said so out loud. Eli opened my khaki jacket. His palms were warm through the linen shirt. James asked if he could put his mouth on my cunt. I said yes and kept my eyes on the low white sky. He licked my clit slowly, glancing up when my thigh jumped. Eli kissed my mouth and told me I was doing fine. When my cunt was wet and I was shifting, I opened Eli's belt and took his cock in my hand. James stroked his cock because I had asked to watch. I like that view. His pleasure does not steal mine.

I lay on my side. Eli fucked his cock into my cunt only after I rocked back for him, his palm wide on my stomach. James faced me. I stroked his cock, then took him in my mouth, not deep, breathing through my nose, one hand free on Eli's wrist. I tapped once. Eli changed the angle and fucked me there until it went straight through my cunt. I came with my forehead against James's hip, sudden and bright, and I laughed because it startled me. Eli asked if he could cum in my cunt. I said yes. We had settled that before we left the house. James asked where I wanted his cum. I said across my stomach, so I could see his face. He kept his eyes on mine when he came, cum hot on my skin.

James poured water. Nobody apologized. We walked to the car with my hand in his, and I did not need another picture of the bluff.