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Cal smirks, although he has the decency to pretend to cover it up by rubbing his hand over his beard. “It was good. The meeting went well. But then we got a very cryptic message about having dessert in the loft…” he slowly runs his eyes up and down my body, and the temperature of the room increases exponentially.
Ezra’s gaze is just as heated. “I see we were right to hurry back. What are you—is that a tarp?”
My blush heats my skin all the way down to my knees. Since my original plan to have myself displayed accordingly was derailed by their surprise early arrival, I’d somehow forgotten that I’d stripped myself completely naked and that there is, in fact, a large tarp across the floor.
Suddenly very glad I gave up on the heels, my knees turn to jelly under the force of their attention. I straighten my back, which pushes my breasts out a little more, and start taking slow steps backwards, feigning more confidence than I feel. They step forward as I move back, and I can’t decide if they’re following me or stalking their prey. My core clenches at the thought.
“Whatever you’ve got planned must be messy,” Cal says with a raised eyebrow.
I give him a similar smirk. “Too messy for these nice clothes, I think,” I say simply, tugging on their lapels before turning to walk towards the other side of the room, where plastic sheeting covers the plush rug. Several supplies are set out on the coffee table nearby, which I bend over to rearrange while I’m waiting for them to undress.
Picking up a paintbrush, I dip it in the pot of red paint. By the time I’m facing them again, they’ve both stripped themselves down in record time. They watch me, openmouthed, as I paint a heart on my body. It circles around both my breasts, the bottom of the heart reaching just above my pubic hair. Then I lightly run my fingers through the line of paint across my sternum and put them in my mouth, making a slow of cleaning the edible paint from my fingers.
“God, tell me that’s vanilla flavored and I’ll die right here,” Cal groans, which makes me giggle, breaking my attempt at a serious, sexy demeanor.
Ezra moves towards me first. The shyest of my two lovers is no longer shy. He’s grown even more confident than I have, which makes him dangerously sexy. The charge between us when we teach classes or run an exhibition together is so tangible, we have to turn up the air conditioning. There are days that I can’t believe he’s mine, that I get to be the one on his arm at gallery openings and galas. But I no longer believe myself to be undeserving of his attention. He’s shown me how to believe in my own talents and abilities, and I can see now that my contributions to our business and our relationship are equal.
Picking up his own paintbrush, he dips it into the dark chocolate. A vine appears along my arm, down to my middle finger, which he puts in his mouth to taste. He brushes a little of the chocolate along my bottom lip, and then licks it away before kissing me deeply.
Cal’s radiant warmth caresses my skin even before his hard cock rests against the small of my back. His paintbrush is white, the cool wet tip of it sliding up the side of my neck before the warmth of his tongue makes my eyes roll back.
Cal has never been shy about the visceral attraction between us, and has never wavered in his obsessive regard of my body. He’s still incapable of being within arm’s reach and not touching me in some way. His love and attention has helped me learn to love and respect my body and what it’s capable of. There was a time, after we went public, that I worried people wouldn’t believe we were truly together. But Cal held me by his side, or in front of his big, strong body, for every interview and exhibition, and no one batted an eye.
If there have been any naysayers about our relationship, and who are we kidding, I’m sure there are plenty, I haven’t been bothered by them. Even my parents are barely on my radar. Wanting to get ahead of any odd media releases, I sent them some newspaper clippings of my exhibition and the successful gallery opening, along with a watercolor self-portrait of the three of us holding hands. I included a letter telling them about how happy I am, how I’ve found love and acceptance, and that I hope they’re happy for me, but that I don’t need them to be. And I meant it, too. So when I didn’t hear back from them, it wasn’t a crushing blow to my self-esteem.
Cal’s tongue makes its way down my back, until he’s knelt behind me, painting his favorite part of my body. Ezra’s vine becomes more detailed as it snakes over my shoulder and down my chest, looping around one nipple and down my stomach. I try to stay cognizant long enough to use my paint to decorate his skin, but my attempt at an artistic display looks more like a child’s crude attempt at fingerpaint because I keep getting distracted by Cal’s errant tongue doing more eating than painting.
Eventually, Cal gets impatient and pulls me to the ground. Caveman that he is, he barely grunts a word, only positions me with my back to him, then reaches forward to slap some edible paint on Ezra’s cock.
Both Ezra and I laugh out loud at his antics, until Cal’s face is firmly shoved into my pussy from the back and I’m forced forward. My hands fly out to catch myself on Ezra’s corded thighs, and then since it’s right there in front of me…
What kind of girl is going to say no to dessert served up on that thing of beauty? Not this girl.
I make a show out of licking the sweet paint off him, running my tongue from root to tip before taking him in my mouth entirely and slurping every splatter from his skin. Ezra drops his paintbrush and gently holds my head in his hands as he slowly takes over, thrusting into my throat with long, slow, practiced strokes. He knows exactly how far I can take him, and for how long. He takes over just in time, because Cal has moved himself between my thighs so that I’m crouching over his face, and he pulls me down to sit on his mouth. He sucks my clit in deep, hard pulls that have me moaning around Ezra’s cock. Used to Cal dragging things out and teasing me, I gag on Ezra when a quick climax takes me by surprise. My thighs clench around Cal’s head until I can get the wherewithal to release him.
“Fuck! I’m sorry!” I whimper as I scramble off him.
“Hell no, Beth. If I’m going to meet my maker, that’s exactly how I want to go—drowning in your sweet cum between those creamy thighs of yours.” Cal pulls me close to kiss me, mingling the tang of my release with the sweet edible paints.
Ezra taps me on the shoulder and hands me a paintbrush, gesturing to the empty canvas in front of me. I put the brush between my teeth and crawl on top of Cal, straddling him and quickly settling myself on top of his thick cock. A moan escapes both of us as I slide down his length. I rock my hips just enough to get accommodated, but squeeze my thighs to remain still when he tries to take over. Using my perch to my advantage, I pull the paintbrush from my teeth and slowly trace it over his chest.
On Ezra, I drew a dandelion, although it looks more like a fuzzy mess. My attempt to paint on Cal comes out a lot clearer. I draw a Celtic knot like the ones on the handfasting cord hismother made for us last year when the three of us had a private commitment ceremony. It’s the same as the ring we each have tattooed around our fingers, along with a tiny dandelion.
It doesn’t stay nice for long, though, because the next thing I do is swipe the flat of my tongue up the middle of his chest before pressing our bodies together. Sweat and vanilla and whatever berry they used to make the red paint swirl together around our tongues as I kiss him.
I shriek as he rolls me over, reaching for a jar of paint and knocking them all over. He pulls out of me and smacks my ass hard, leaving a large chocolate handprint across my cheek.
“Ezra, fill our woman. I want to eat my dessert before I fuck her.”
Ezra’s arms wrap around me as pulls me towards him, my legs and ass smearing through a puddle of edible paints. He growls as I laugh and pretend to resist, but the moment he lines himself up and enters me from behind, all humor has left and I’m all tingling sensation again. My back against his chest, thighs straddling his lap, he massages the mess of paints in to my breast and stomach as he thrusts into me in long, delicious strokes that have me begging for more.
Cal takes his time licking across my neck and collarbone, down the center of my chest, before taking each of my nipples into his mouth. He licks and sucks them clean before continuing a path south.
Over the years, we’ve learned that Cal is not, in fact, afraid of Ezra’s dick or cum. They don’t fuck each other, although I’ve hinted more than once that it might be interesting to see, but Cal is not afraid to get up close and personal with my pussy no matter what’s happening down there. So it’s not a surprisewhen I feel his tongue on my pussy as Ezra’s cock strokes in and out, but the jolt of pure electricity that accompanies the feeling still makes me cry out. Ezra has to hold my body up so I don’t collapse, his cock hitting that spot inside me that makes me go cross-eyed. Cal relentlessly licks and sucks my clit, and I feel the buildup, that impossible pressure that’s close to snapping.
Thank fuck for the tarp.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan as they bring me so close to the edge I know exactly what’s about to happen.
