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How many nights had he dreamt of this? He drew it into his mouth and suckled, flicking and swirling his tongue over her delicious flesh. One arm encircled Chloe, and the other Jesse. His fingertips caressed the bare skin of his husband and his wife. The thought of that made him heady and he needed to be as close to them both as he could possibly be.
He pulled Jesse by the hair and kissed him. Then he whispered in his ear, “We’re loving her together.”
“Fuck yeah, we are.”
He’d gone far too long without them and she was going to come a hundred times before this night was through.
Taylor tore his jeans down his legs. He kicked them across the room and knelt behind her. Jesse knelt in front. “Spread your legs, cherry cake. We’re hungry.”
He started at her rosebud and Jesse her clit, licking and flicking and sucking until their tongues met in the middle, penetrating her cunt together. They drank her sweet honey. Jesse returned to her clit and Taylor to her ass, while he pumped two fingers inside her. She pulled on his hair as she came. He fed Jesse his fingers and he sucked them clean.
Her thighs were shaking as they gently lowered her onto the bed. Then she surprised him. Chloe held their hard cocks, one in each hand. Still panting from her orgasm, she began to slowly stroke them. She took him in her sweet little mouth and sucked. It felt so different from Jesse, lovely and deceptively gentle. Because the delicate slide of her lips and tongue down his dick incited a tickle at the base of his spine that he hadn’t expected to come over him as quickly as it did. And just as he thought he was going to come she stopped.
Taylor watched as she turned to slowly suck Jesse into her mouth, as his cock leaked precum on her fingers. His dick twitched in her hand at the sight of it. Jesse’s head thrown back, his fingers tangled in her hair as he guided her to take him as deep as she could.
Fuck!
Jesse gently pulled her mouth off his dick and up his body to kiss her. He scooted backward, propped himself against the pillows, and patted his thigh. “Come here, little rose.”
Chloe went to straddle his thighs and Jesse turned her around so she was facing away from him. Reverse cowgirl. He grasped her hips and gently eased her down onto his cock. He relaxed against the pillows, her back against his chest, her nipples in his fingers, and moved in and out of her with slow, languid movements.
Taylor dipped his head between their legs and kissed her clit. He slid his lips along Jesse’s dick as he moved and tasted more of her. Then he sat up and watched them for a moment. So beautiful. She held out her arms to him and he knew right then he would never forget the look on her face.
Pure love.
Bliss.
Need.
Want.
For Jesse and for him.
He gently lowered himself into her waiting arms, careful not to crush her. Chloe offered him her mouth and he took it. Tasting Jesse, tasting her, and himself all together on her tongue.
She sucked on his bottom lip. “I need you too, Tay.”
Fucking Christ!
Did she know what she was asking for? Apparently she did, because then her hand was on him, rubbing the leaking crown of his cock against Jesse who stilled inside her. He pushed it in, just the head, snug between a hard rod of steel and her hot, wet wall.
“Keep going,” she whimpered. “Please.”
Taylor pushed in a little more. He thought he might die from the pleasure of it because could they ever be physically closer than this?
“Oh, god! More.”
He pushed all the way in, his balls touching flesh. Jesse growled. Chloe sobbed with euphoria. Taylor felt Jesse’s grip on his hips until they settled into their own unique rhythm together. He knew this would last only a moment, it was intense for all three of them, but it was enough.
They were his and he was theirs, and there wasn’t anything in this world that could ever change that.
“In the Tropics or Skydive?”
“What?”
Chloe pointed to the sample colors she painted on their front door. “In the Tropics or Skydive?”
Jesse stood from where he’d been crouched over, pulling annuals out of their temporary plastic pots and pushing them into their new soil. Container gardens for the porch. She tried to tell him it was too early, that they could still have a freeze, or perish the thought, even snow. He couldn’t wait though, and while the rest of the house was in varying stages of renovation, he wanted to have at least the front entrance finished for Taylor.
