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“She’s close now,” Sawyer says, and he isn’t wrong. “Play with her tits. She likes that.”
I expect Colton to be irritated at Sawyer for trying to boss him around, but if he is, he doesn’t show it. They each take one of my breasts, just like before, and begin teasing my nipples in ways I didn’t know I loved before. The sensation overload has me borderline delirious, but what does me in is how well they work together, above my waist as well as below.
Working together to drive me over the edge...
My hands tighten on their cocks as I come, my inner muscles flexing around what I now know to be Colton’s fingers. Sawyer fucks upward, into my clenched fist, while Colton buries his fingers as deep inside me as they’ll go.
Neither seems to notice or care that their hands are touching. Seeing and feeling me come must turn them on so much, they’re willing to bypass their comfort zones.
I jack their dicks faster, desperate to watch them come undone alongside me.
The timed whirlpool switches off, shrouding us in quiet that makes it easier to hear the desperate moans and grunts the men make as they lose themselves to my touch. Now that the water is tranquil, I can see their cocks better, and watch as their hands rove over my body.
Sawyer’s grip on my breast tightens. Colton holds his breath. They come at the same time, grunting and shuddering, their cocks throbbing in my hands.
The fog from our breath mingles with the steam rising from the hot tub. Colton’s face is closest to mine, so I kiss him first, before turning to catch Sawyer’s waiting mouth.
Minutes pass in silence as we digest what’s just happened. Eventually, Sawyer says something about needing a shower before bed that snaps us all out of our post-orgasmic haze.
They help me out of the tub, then hand me a towel so I can dry my feet before stepping into my boots. Nobody says a word, and yet somehow we all end up in the master bathroom together.
There’s no tub in the master, but there is a huge walk-in shower that suits the three of us perfectly. We soap up and then rinse off. Sawyer wrings the excess water from my hair, while Colton towels off my body. The men have gone back to being wary of each other, even as they take care of me.
“Let’s get you to bed.” Sawyer takes my hand and leads me to the giant bed where Colton folds down the blankets. I crawl beneath the covers.
I don’t want either of them to leave, but I fear that asking them to stay is asking too much after everything else. “Will one or both of you stay with me tonight?”
Sawyer looks to his dad, who shrugs.
“Bed’s big enough,” Colton says. I’m surprised and elated when he takes the initiative to slide under the covers with me.
Sawyer pushes the damp hair back from his face, his gaze hesitant. “I’m gonna sleep in Gram’s old room.”
“Okay.” I paint on a smile to mask my disappointment. “See you in the morning?”
Sawyer nods. I can’t suppress the ache I feel as he leaves the room, closing the door behind him.
“Did I fuck everything up? I ask Colton.
He pulls me flush against his body. I melt against him.
“Sawyer takes longer than most to decide how he feels about things,” he says, switching off the bedside lamp. “He needs time to process.”
Colton and Sawyer may argue a lot, but he clearly knows his son.
“And you don’t?” I ask. “Need time, that is.”
Colton presses a kiss to my temple. “I made my choice.”
“Would you make it again?”
“In a heartbeat,” he says.
I close my eyes, taking comfort in the strength of Colton’s arms and letting his closeness soothe my anxiety. I can’t shake the fear that I pushed Sawyer too far, but I understand his need for self-reflection.
After my mom left us for the commune, my dad adopted an especially hard line when it came to sex. He forbade me from having boys in my room, and refused to let me go to parties if he knew there were going to be guys there. He used my mother as a cautionary tale, warning me not to become a slut like her. Meanwhile, he had no qualms about going out with a new woman every other week.
It took a while for me to deconstruct the hang-ups I’d inherited from him. Moving into the dorms was my first taste of sexual freedom, and I savored every drop. If my dad found out I was having sex in college, or that I’d hooked up with two men at once, he’d probably disown me.
