“Mmh,” She moaned when his cock tapped against her clit, and then she looked at me. “Can I grind on him?” Her greeneyes were burning with passion as she swallowed. “Like that first night all three of us were together. Just like this.”
“Good girl.” I praised her, and her hips instantly lowered so his cock was pinned between her and him, rocking to rub against it.
Eli let a slew of curses fly that would have impressed a sailor as his hands gripped her hips, controlling the pace and pressure of her on his cock. I knew firsthand that he was battling an overwhelming amount of stimulation, and let him have that control.
Like a good, compassionate lover would.
Even if I weren’t blind with need.
Which I was.
I gripped the flared end of the dildo, holding it as her rocking hips forced it out and then back into her own ass, making her frantic with the need to come.
“Beg him.” Eli demanded, knowing how close she must be from the dual stimuli. “Beg big daddy Travis to come all over his toy and my cock.”
She grunted, groaning as I twisted the toy, changing the angle toward the front wall of her pussy, just how she liked.
Finally—finally with fire in her eyes—she looked over her shoulder and pouted like the pretty little sex fiend we all knew she was. “Please, can I come? You both feel so good, baby. I want to come all over your toy.”
“No.” I replied, picking up my pace in our husband’s ass, making him curse and groan as she kept rocking against his cock, trying to keep him in the right headspace as I fucked him for the first time.
“Bastard.” She hissed, her skin on fire, beads of perspiration rolling down that delicious line of her spine to the dimples over her ass. “Please!” She cried, desperate for it. “Please, Trav.”
“No.” I repeated, and slid my hand between their bodies, grabbing his cock and pulling it up. “But you may take him deep into your pussy. I want to see you stuffed tight with cock.”
“Fuck yes,” He begged perfectly, “Please baby, fuck my cock. Ride it. Just put it in, I don’t even care. I need it.”
“Damnit.” She cursed, and then took him, every long inch of him until she was so fucking pretty and stuffed. “God.”
“I’m close.” Eli cried, “Fuck her ass with it. Please!” He frantically gripped her hips so tight I knew she’d wear his fingertip prints for days. “Fuck me, harder. For the love of God, just let me come!”
I slammed in deep and then pulled out and did it again, rocking him in the swing as he tipped his head back in ecstasy before I gave in and gave them both what they needed.
I pulled her toy out and started fucking her with it, in perfect sync to my own thrusts, and both of them fell apart, incoherent cries and pleas falling from their lips as they lost their minds.
“Come for me.” I demanded, biting my lip to hold my own release off as I finally gave them what they wanted. “Both of you. Fill her up. Fill our wife up with your come while I give you mine.”
“Yes!” He roared as she shot off like a firecracker, squeezing down on his cock and her toy. “I’m coming, fuck yes, Trav. You’re making me come, baby. Black Cat, you feel so fucking good.”
“Good boy,” She purred, coming down off her high, but kept her hips moving to milk him as I roared, filling him up. Her green eyes found mine, pride and love beaming through them as I got what I wanted from them both until my knees nearly gave out in pleasure. “You too, Big Guy. You’re so fucking good to us.”
I wanted to collapse onto our bed and catch my breath, but I couldn’t do that, not when they needed me.
I took care of them as I cleaned them up, rubbing their limbs back to life, regaining circulation as they stared at me with such wonder and trust in their eyes before I crawled into bed beside them.
Frankie curled into my chest, pulling Eli up against her back as he put his arm over my side, holding us all together with a content little smile on his pretty boy face.
Even years later, he was still such a fucking, shiny bright spot in our lives. I didn’t know how Frankie and I didn’t darken him with our broody dimness. But he was still just right. Perfection, really.
And Frankie, the literal glue that held our family together, bonded Eli and me together in ways we never longed for until we met her.
“Does this mean I have to return your gift?” she asked with a sly smile on her face as she hid it in my chest. “Since you’re obviously mad at us.”
Eli bit her shoulder with a wink, “No way, Black Cat. That was way too much fun to get rid of.”
She chuckled, looking up at me. “Are you still mad?”
“I was never mad.” I kissed her forehead, looking over at Eli. “Not for one second.”
