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Chapter 9 The Master Bedroom
Chapter 9 The Master Bedroom
They went into Wu Ziyi's master bedroom. The bed was the largest of the three. The sheets were gray. A book lay face-down by the pillow. After she came in, Wu Ziyi drew the curtains tight and turned the bedside lamp down to its dimmest. She stood at the side of the bed and looked at the box in Li Gan's hand, and at Zhang Xue, still bare from the waist down, the T-shirt pulled back down.
"Li Gan," she said. "I want you inside me now. Wear the condom. I want Zhang Xue beside me, if she still wants to be. Zhang Xue, you said you wanted to watch. You choose where you watch from. You can lean against the headboard, or you can leave. I won't take your leaving as the agreement failing."
"I'll stay," Zhang Xue said. She climbed onto the bed and leaned against the headboard, knees bent, not entirely back from the orgasm. "I'll watch. If you want me to touch your hand, say so."
Wu Ziyi undid the robe. There was nothing under it. The light showed her body honestly: breasts fuller than Zhang Xue's, a little softness at the side of the waist, the skin below her belly already shining with wetness. She did not cover any of it. She glanced at Li Gan, and in the glance was a fear the daytime had not been able to say all the way through. "Come here. Kiss me first. Don't, just because she just came, have nothing left for me but entering. I want you to want the person on this bed too."
Li Gan set the box by the pillow, took her face in both hands, and kissed her. This kiss was different from the ones in the car, because Zhang Xue was watching, and because the kiss itself had to be real or all three of them would taste the falsehood. Wu Ziyi kissed him back quickly. Her hand went down and held his cock, squeezed him through the trousers, then undid them. He sprang out, hard against her lower belly. She said, breathing, "Give me the condom. I'll put it on you. Zhang Xue can watch. I'm not afraid of her seeing my hands."
Zhang Xue did watch. She watched Wu Ziyi roll the condom down from the base. She watched her fingers pause once on his balls. She watched Li Gan's stomach tighten because of it. The sourness pricked her. She said it, as agreed. "I've gone sour. It isn't a red light. Go on. I only want you to know I'm sour."
"I hear you," Wu Ziyi said. She did not speed up because of it, and she did not stop. "Li Gan, you lie down, or I lie down. I want to lie down. I want to see you, and to be able to see her."
She lay in the middle of the bed. Li Gan knelt between her legs. The head, already covered, pressed at her entrance and rubbed there, and did not go in. "Ziyi, I'm going in. If you want it slow, say so."
"Slow first." Her legs opened. Her heels pressed the mattress. "Stop halfway. Let me adjust. And let me look at Zhang Xue. Zhang Xue, give me your hand. I want to hold it."
Zhang Xue put her right hand into Wu Ziyi's left. Their fingers did not lock at once. They only held. Li Gan pushed in. Wu Ziyi's brows drew together. Her mouth opened. A long sigh came out that she could not press down. He stopped halfway. Sweat stood on his forehead. "You're very tight. Relax a little. Or do I pull out?"
"Don't pull out." Inside, she took him little by little. "It's full, not pain. Come in farther. Zhang Xue, don't only look at him. Look at my face. I want you to see that I'm not directing forever."
He sank in to the root. Both of them stopped together. Wu Ziyi's chest rose and fell hard. Her cunt contracted in pulses, as if it were still learning his shape. Li Gan began to move, very slowly, almost pulling all the way out each time and then sending himself back. The sound of their bodies meeting was clear and wet in the quiet master bedroom. Zhang Xue held Wu Ziyi's hand and saw her breasts shake with the thrusts, saw her eyes slowly lose focus and then force themselves to focus on Li Gan's face.
"Faster," Wu Ziyi said at last. "I can take it. Harder. Hit that place inside. Yes. Zhang Xue, when I come I may pinch you. If it hurts, pull away."
"I'm not afraid of you pinching." Zhang Xue's other hand slid between her own legs. She touched her clit, still swollen, and caught her breath. "Watching you, I want it again. I'll touch myself first. Don't trouble yourselves to stop."
Li Gan saw her hand. His movement paused, and Wu Ziyi's legs urged him back. "You can look at her," Wu Ziyi said, panting. "Don't stop me. You're inside me now. Finish bringing me through first. Li Gan, say my name."
"Ziyi." He bent and kissed her. The thrusts went deep and heavy. "Ziyi, I'm here. You're so wet. You're gripping me until I can't hold on. I'm looking at you, and I'm looking at her. I haven't turned you into the background. Can you feel that?"
"I can feel it." Her voice broke. "Deeper. Don't come. I haven't yet. If you're close, slow down. I want us together, or me first. I don't want you clenching your teeth in pain in order to wait for me."
He slowed by half a beat. His hand went down. His thumb pressed her clit and matched the thrusts. Wu Ziyi's hips lifted at once. She cried out louder than she had in the meeting room, because this was her own bed, and because Zhang Xue had already said there was no fourth person in the flat. When she came, her cunt bit him hard. Her whole body arched. Her left hand pinched Zhang Xue's fingers white. She did not call a stop. She called Li Gan's name, and toward the end it became a soundless open mouth. Li Gan saw stars from being gripped, and still, as she had asked, he stayed at the deepest point and waited for the spasm to pass, and he did not come.
He pulled out carefully. The condom was covered in her wetness. He was still hard, hard enough to hurt. Wu Ziyi lay spread on the bed, chest heaving, eyes wet, and looked toward Zhang Xue. "Your hand. Did I pinch it too hard?"
"A little." Zhang Xue held the reddened fingers up for both of them to see, then put the hand back. "Worth it. The way you were just now, I'm not sour anymore. I only want it. Li Gan, change the condom. I want you inside me. Not this instant. After I finish this sentence. I want to be on top. I want to decide the depth myself. Ziyi, you can touch my chest if you still want to. If you don't, lie there and watch."
Wu Ziyi nodded. Her voice was still thin. "I want to. Come on. Li Gan, do as she says. You've already asked very diligently tonight. This time you just lie there. If she needs something else, she'll say it."
Li Gan turned onto his side, tied off the used condom, and dropped it into the tissues he had brought to the side of the bed in advance. His hands still shook while he opened a new one. Zhang Xue could not stand to watch. She took it and put it on him herself. Her hand was steady, and only after the steadiness did a little smile show. "You're quicker turning pages in a meeting than you are at this. What are you nervous about. I'm not going to eat you. I'm going to ride you. Those are two different things."
"That's exactly what I'm nervous about," he said. "I want it to be good for you. I want it too much."
"Then watch me be good." She swung a leg over him, knelt at the sides of his waist, held him with her hand, and rubbed him twice at her entrance. She was wet enough that she did not need much more opening, and still she sat down slowly. The entering made her mouth open and her brow crease. Li Gan held her waist at once and did not thrust up. "You set it. I won't move."
"You're too big. Don't look innocent." She swore at him and stopped halfway down, adjusting to the stretch of being opened. "Ziyi, come here. Kiss my back, or touch my chest. If I sit here alone I'll remember that I came later. I don't want to remember that word in this position."
Wu Ziyi knelt behind her and kissed the nape of her neck first, and asked, "Here all right?" She got a sound of yes, and only then brought her hands around to the front, cupped Zhang Xue's breasts in her palms, and passed her thumbs lightly over the nipples. Zhang Xue's waist went soft, and that made her take Li Gan deeper. All three of them made a sound. She began to move. At first it was only a small rocking, grinding her clit against his belly, sucking him inside, hot and tight. Then she lifted a little and sat back down, and each stroke was more practiced.
"Zhang Xue." Li Gan's hands gripped her thighs. His knuckles were white, and he still did not take the rhythm. "Look at me. You aren't the later one. You're on me now. I want to come. I'm holding it. You tell me when you want me to come."
"Wait a little more." Her voice was already unsteady. Wu Ziyi's fingers were pinching her nipples, not hard, and exactly enough. "Ziyi, a little harder. Yes. Li Gan, thrust up once. Only once, deep. Then it's me again."
He thrust up. She cried out, and her inner walls clenched hard. From behind, Wu Ziyi bit her shoulder, very lightly, like a question mark. Zhang Xue said yes. The tooth mark was still there the next day, covered by clothes. Her speed picked up. She rode him deep and urgent. The mattress made a dull sound. Li Gan felt his whole soul gathered in the length of him that she held. He still looked at her eyes. Her eyes were red. Her hair stuck to her face. The pride and the desire of thirty-six landed on him together, without reserve.
"I'm going to come," she said. "Touch me in front. Ziyi, don't leave. Li Gan, wait until I've come, then you come. I want to feel you jump inside me."
His thumb pressed her clit. Wu Ziyi's lips were at the root of her ear. "Go on. I'm behind you. Nobody is setting you down as a supplement."
When Zhang Xue came she almost lost her voice. She sat at the deepest place. Her whole body shook. Her cunt tightened in pulses. Li Gan could not hold on under the grip. His hands held her waist, and he asked a question that had shrunk to two words: "May I?" She nodded. Her forehead was against his. He came into the condom, long and hard, and each pulse made her hum, as if the aftershock were still pushing her higher. Wu Ziyi knelt beside them, her own hand caught between her legs, watching, her breath broken into pieces.
Zhang Xue saw her first. "You haven't," she said, panting. She lifted herself carefully off Li Gan. The condom slipped out with her, and she did not mind it. "Ziyi, may I use my hand on you? Now. You were behind me just now. I don't want you only being my cushion. If you don't want me touching you down there, do it yourself and I'll hold you."
Wu Ziyi's face was badly red. "I want it. Your fingers. One. I'm already very sensitive. Li Gan can kiss me. Don't come in again. I've had enough today. If you come in again I'll mix up wanting it with proving myself."
Li Gan dealt with the condom, turned onto his side, and kissed her mouth. Zhang Xue's hand slid between her legs and found her a soaked mess, the clit swollen, the place that had just been entered still opening and closing a little. She only circled the outside and did not push in at once. "Like this?"
"Inside," Wu Ziyi said. "One is enough. Slow. Both of you look at me. I want to come while you're looking. I don't want to hide in the pillow by myself."
Zhang Xue crooked her finger and sent it in. Hot, soft, still contracting. Her thumb tended the clit. The movement was not as urgent as she was at work. It was patient. Li Gan kissed Wu Ziyi's breasts, took one in his mouth, and his hand met Zhang Xue's hand on her lower belly. Wu Ziyi reached the edge quickly. She caught Li Gan's wrist and Zhang Xue's arm. "Don't stop. Just like this. I'm coming. I'm coming—"
This orgasm was shorter than the one before, and more obviously it let tears fall out of her eyes. Not from pain. It was the kind of release, caught by two people at once, that did not know what name to take. Zhang Xue's finger stayed inside until Wu Ziyi loosened, and then she drew it out. Nobody spoke. A car passed outside. Its lights swept a thin line along the edge of the curtain and disappeared.
Later it was Li Gan who went to the bathroom and wrung out a hot towel. When he came back the two women were already lying side by side, with a place left for him in the middle, left a little on purpose and a little shyly. He wiped their hands and their bellies, and before each stroke he looked at their eyes. Zhang Xue spoke first, her voice rough. "I didn't feel I was the later one. At least not in those few minutes. Don't rush me to promise I never will again. Later is later."
"All right," Wu Ziyi said. Her hair was a mess, messy enough to make her look young, and she was still herself. "I was jealous. I didn't call a stop. I want to sleep now. Whoever wants to go back to their own room can go. Staying is fine too. Whoever stays doesn't start another round in the middle of the night. I have a client tomorrow. My waist is already protesting."
Li Gan smiled once, and after the smile he looked at them. "May I stay? Not in order to go again. Because I don't want to run from this bed tonight."
Zhang Xue pulled the quilt up over the three of them, over their legs. "Stay. If you snore I'll kick you off. That's a supplementary clause. It takes effect now."
He lay down in the space they had left. On the left was Wu Ziyi's shoulder. On the right was Zhang Xue's hair. The two bodies were not the same temperature. He knew both of them now. After the light went down, nobody fell asleep at once. Wu Ziyi's hand found his hand. The top of Zhang Xue's foot lay against his calf. Three breaths slowly joined into a rhythm that was not very even.
When Li Gan was nearly asleep he said something very light. "Thank you for not treating me as a person who only knows how to run red lights."
Zhang Xue made a sound in the dark. "Don't thank us. If you run one, we'll make you stop. Sleep."
Wu Ziyi did not speak. She only held his fingers a little tighter, then loosened them, as if confirming she was still able to choose to let go. That tightening and that loosening filled his chest more than any vow.
