“You okay with just me tonight, baby?”
It’s always been important to the three of us to be open about our feelings and reservations. Without it, it leaves too much room for resentment and jealousy.
London bites her lip with a coy grin and nods. She looks like a sinful goddess laid out like this and my cock aches to be inside her.
Cam sits up and sheathes himself in a condom, slathering himself with lube. My dick twitches and my hole throbs with greedy anticipation.
He tilts his head. “Um…how do you want me to…”
Strumming a hand down his chest, I enclose his fat cock in a fist, stroking a few times, my gaze volleying between them both. They are naked and gloriously sexy, and I deem myself the luckiest man alive to be able to be with the two people I love more than anything else in the world.
I position London on the bed, moving Cam’s body behind me, quirking a brow at him in challenge. “You comfortable with this?”
Cam shrugs a shoulder. “I guess we’ll find out soon enough.”
London opens wider, inviting me into her wet, slick heaven.
I adjust myself over her naked body missionary style, my tip seeking her entrance as I thrust inside. She envelopes my cock in warmth and I groan with pleasure, knowing there is still so much more to come.
The heat of her body mixed with the heat of Cam’s from behind insulates me in a tight cocoon. From behind me, I feel Cam drag his hand over the curve of my ass, as he ventures toward my asshole. The contrasting cold of the lube that he drizzled in my crease and the sizzling burn of his hand is almost too much to handle. I still inside London, who stares up at me dreamily, her hands digging into my shoulder blades.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Cam acknowledges sweetly, as I stifle a laugh.
“Dude, the waiting hurts worse. Just do it. I want you inside me.”
I grit my teeth, holding myself compliant and lifting my ass higher while Cam peels open my ass cheeks and presses the tip of his cock at the entrance. I know London is waiting for me to move, but I can’t. I’m enraptured with divine pleasure as Cam slowly inches his way in until he hits the muscular ring that’s meant to keep him out.
Baring down, I lift my ass a little higher, positioning myself at a better angle for him to take me. And take me he does.
Cam grips the sides of my ass with both hands and thrusts his cock inside of me. The momentum forces me down onto London’s chest, as I’m now securely wedged between both my lovers.
“Holy fuck, Sage…”
He withdraws with a growl, his dick sliding out and up my ass crease leaving a trail of slippery wetness in its wake.
London and I lock lips, our tongues dueling with one another, tasting and fucking. I rear back when I feel Cam at my entrance again, his fingers spreading me open as he thrusts in. My body adjusts quickly to the intrusion and I feel my balls tightening with the need to release.
Beneath me, London wiggles and moves, seeking her own climactic eruption. Because of our positions, I’m unable to use my hands much or work my fingers at her clit.
“Touch yourself, baby. Make yourself come.”
She does as I suggest, wedging her delicate finger at her swollen nub in much need of attention. She closes her eyes in euphoria, working herself hard and fast as I continue to pump inside and Cam pounds me from behind.
It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever experienced.
We’re connected in ways so much greater than just physically – our hearts are in sync with our bodies. We’re wrapped up in a bubble of warmth, saturated with a shared history and a love so strong it’s withstood the test of time and distance, tours, deaths, and estrangements.
I feel the first trembles of London’s orgasm, her face tightening in ecstasy as she shatters beautifully underneath me. Throwing a look over my shoulder, I see a similar expression on Cam, a light sheen of sweat glistening over his chest and flexing muscles.
His grip on my hips tenses and on the next thrust his cock head hits me in just the right spot, as I unload spectacularly inside London’s pussy. Behind me, Cam’s jerking movements stop, his dick slamming into me one final time, as he shudders out a roar of climax.
His weight and heat leave me feeling bereft and incomplete as he withdraws from my body.
“I gotta go take care of this,” he explains, his voice raspy and deep.
Checking to ensure London is okay, I kiss her cheek before sliding out, my semi-hard dick wet from the remnants of my release.
She sighs happily, and I reach for a tissue next to the bed to clean her up. My hands brush over her mound and between her lips, my gaze returning to her mouth, which edges up in a satisfied smile.
“Thank you for taking care of me.”
“Always, baby. I love you. Thank you for sharing in this gift with us.”
I bend down to kiss her forehead, then her nose and finally her soft, luscious lips. “You mean everything to me. Even when I was an asshole of epic proportions and pushed you away…I never stopped loving you.”
Her watery smile doesn’t quite meet her eyes. “I’ve already told you I’ve forgiven you for that. I understand it now. I didn’t back then, but I do now. You had your reasons. It was just so hard to be away from you.”
I brush away the stray hairs from her face, cupping her cheek lightly in my palm.
“London, will you please marry me?”
