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“Yes,” she moaned. “Again.”
Ava slid her hand down, using Bryce’s cock as a lead to pull him up. He propped one knee by her head and painted her lips with the pre-cum leaking from his tip.
“That’s it, gorgeous. Suck him until our man blows,” Cole encouraged, shifting his hand until it was just below her jaw. He wanted to feel Bryce’s length pushing past her tonsils.
When Bryce pulled his hips back, Cole did the same until only the head of his cock breached her core. He reversed and slammed home again as Bryce gingerly dragged his cock along Ava’s tongue and back into her throat. Over and over again, Cole pumped into her, hard and deep. Unrestrained. He watched as Bryce took much more care with her, always gentle, always considerate. His deft fingers never left her clit and when Ava’s walls tightened around him and her breathing shallowed out, Cole reached the point of no return.
It was that moment of hovering before the freefall that always got him. Cole’s orgasm rushed at him like a skydiver free-falling to the ground. She was too tight, too hot, too beautiful laid out before him to resist. Cole wanted to worship at the altar of her body for the rest of his life. He wanted to make her see stars and never for a moment regret the fireworks that sometimes went with them.
The tingling at the base of his spine grew, spreading outward in waves until his balls unloaded, shooting his seed deep into her. Once, twice, then three times his cock pulsed, and Cole shouted out. He didn’t think he had anything left, but when Ava’s pussy tightened on him, rhythmically clenching and releasing, she milked the last remaining drops. His shallow thrusts must have been enough to hit her G-spot over and over and her orgasm renewed.
His head spun and his limbs like jelly, Cole collapsed, resting his head on her breast and slipping free of her depths. He reached down ready to slip off the condom when he touched his own skin. Fuck! No wonder it had been so much better than anything he’d ever experienced before. He’d never once gone bare.
“Shit. Shit, shit, fuck.” Panic clawed at him. They hadn’t spoken about this. Ava hadn’t given him the okay. He’d been so crazy out of his mind that he’d lost all sense of reason and responsibility.
“What’s wrong?” Ava mumbled, her arm thrown across her face.
“I didn’t use a condom. I’m so fuckin’ sorry, Ava. I’m clear. I got tested just before I met you guys, but… fuck.” Wide-eyed and his heart thumping hard against his ribs, which had nothing to do with his exertion only a moment earlier, he babbled, his words tripping over themselves to be heard as panic clawed through his veins.
She lifted her face and peered up at him before cupping his face. “Hey, it’s okay. I got tested too and I’ve got an IUD in. There’s virtually no chance I can fall pregnant.”
He shook his head, his eyes burning. “I’m not worried about that. You didn’t say I could. I broke your trust. I could have hurt you if I hadn’t been tested. I didn’t even think.”
“Come here.” She hooked her finger under his chin and Cole went willingly. The touch of her lips against his was soft. Gentle. She kissed him, made love to his mouth until every worry he had dissipated on the breeze of the air-conditioning blowing over their sweat-soaked skin. “I know you’d never hurt me.”
Bryce kissed his temple and Cole reached for him, pressing their lips together and making out lazily. Bryce moaned, the sound needy, and Cole pulled back, blinking. His man’s erection was steely hard, pre-cum dripping down his length. Veins stood out in sharp relief to his pale skin. “Please,” Bryce begged, his voice pained.
Cole shifted, opening his mouth so Bryce could take what he needed but his man shook his head. “I need to see.” He gripped the base of his cock, squeezing hard. “I need to see your cum in Ava’s pussy.
“I want yours in there too, Bryce,” Ava breathed, her fingers sliding down, dipping into her soaked folds. She lifted them to his mouth, and he whimpered, sucking ravenously on her digits. Cole made to shuffle back, but Bryce was one step ahead, lifting Ava off the couch and carrying her straight toward the bedroom.
Cole took a moment. He breathed deeply and let his head stop spinning. He wanted to give Bryce and Ava a moment without him. Ava hadn’t been angry at him, but that didn’t matter. He was disappointed in himself.
“Cole, get your butt in here,” Ava called out, leaving no room to argue.
For the second time that afternoon, relief swam through his veins, turning his legs to jelly. He padded over and leaned against the doorjamb, watching as Bryce eased Ava’s bra strap off her shoulder and kissed a path down her arm. He worshipped her, gently caressing and kissing her until she whispered something to him, and both their gazes connected with Cole’s. With a wicked smile, Bryce lined himself up and slid slowly into Ava, her eyes slipping closed and neck arching back. Bryce’s moan was deep and gravelly, the sound going straight to Cole’s cock. His hole clenched with the memory of Bryce inside him. Their man was thick and so very long and the way he moved—almost like a dance—sent Cole into orbit every time.
Swiping his thumb over his bottom lip, Cole stared at the two people making love before him. The two people he loved. There really was no denying it anymore. Even wrapped up in each other, it was as if he was a part of them, their gentle touches and slow movements a beautiful extension of the warmth in his heart.
“You feel so good,” Bryce breathed, his lips falling to Ava’s collarbone for a lingering kiss. He snapped his hips forward at the same time as he turned and focussed back on Cole, holding out his hand.
Cole couldn’t say no. He slid onto the bed next to Ava and kissed her shoulder, resting his hand low on her belly. He could feel Bryce moving within her, his deep thrusts shifting her body up the bed. He slid lower, finding her clit, and rolling the nub between his fingers.
Ava lifted her hips, meeting Bryce thrust for thrust. They lost themselves in each other, moving in perfect synchronicity. Bryce’s thrusts became choppy as they neared the edge together. Ava fell first, her body locking as tightly as a strung bow. She cried out and Cole kissed her, swallowing her moans while Bryce grunted and pressed his hips tight against hers, riding out his own orgasm.
Breathless, his two lovers lay there, and Cole held Bryce’s hand while he cuddled into Ava, unwilling to let either of them go for the moment.
“Thank you for fighting with me,” Ava murmured.
Bryce’s reaction was comical, his head snapping up and mouth popping open. “Are you kidding me? You wanted that?” He huffed out a disbelieving laugh and shook his head, wide-eyed with surprise.
“Not so much wanted as needed.” Ava brushed a piece of Bryce’s hair off his sweaty forehead and smiled softly at him. “I’ve been so frustrated. Everything was building up and I had no outlet to vent. But Cole gave me one.”
“You didn’t like us fighting.” Cole didn’t ask; he didn’t need to. It had been obvious from the way Bryce tried to be the voice of reason, talking to Ava like she was a spooked animal and recoiling when he was on the receiving end of their shouts.
Bryce took that moment to shift from between Ava’s legs, but he didn’t go far and he didn’t let go of Cole, mirroring his position on her other side. Eventually, he shook his head and Ava pressed a kiss to his forehead. “I’m sorry for yelling at you. Next time I’ll only scream at Cole.” She shot him a cheeky grin and Cole snorted out a laugh, biting her playfully on the shoulder.
Bryce smirked and rested his head on Ava’s chest. “Or you could, you know, talk it out like adults?”
