Protecting His Subs
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Jackson’s hand on his cock was nice, but Tinker was in the position to do something he had wanted to do for too long. He reached out and picked her up by her waist. She began to open her mouth, but she closed it quickly as he maneuvered her over his cock.
Tinker knew what Abigail was going to say, and he was glad she had changed her mind. She thought she was too chubby, but he loved that she had some meat on her. Stick women weren’t for him. They were always fussing about dieting. He always had to be careful of how he handled them, that they may bruise or get hurt from what he was doing. A conversation with Jackson one day revealed that the man felt the same way.
They both loved Abigail, for she had a kind heart, was funny, and had a fucking knockout body. Now, Tinker was going to be able to love her body as he had loved the rest of her for three years.
Jackson’s hand was still on his cock. He was helping to guide it into Abigail’s cunt. He was going to be able to find out how that waxed mound felt, for Abi didn’t let him feel it yesterday after she had it done.
Abigail’s hands were on his chest, bracing herself while she slowly sank onto him. She was as he imagined her to be. The tightness was heavenly, as was the slick heat her pussy was generating.
The growl that sounded deep in his throat was nearly animalistic. He felt like a lion being set upon by his lioness, and that was what Abigail was to them. The head of their family. The glue that was going to hold them together.
Looking up at Abigail, he found her head was thrown back, her breasts thrust forward. Her pinkish nipples were like pale strawberries, perky and inviting. She was a beautiful goddess.
Soft flesh settled against him as Jackson pulled his hand away. She was flush against him, having taken all of him into her depths.
Abigail looked down at him, a large smile on her face. Her hair had dried a bit since her shower. Golden curls were forming around her head as the sun shone in through the window, creating a halo effect.
Tinker raised his hands and took her breasts in his hands. They were heavy and perfect, filling his hands just right.
“I love these so much, Abi. So perfect.” He had to tell her what he thought of them, as this was the first time he had seen her naked. Jackson got to play with her in the shower, and that’s why Tinker got to make love to her first.
Removing her hands from his chest, she covered his hands with hers and squeezed. It was as if she was trying to get him to squeeze them more. He did as instructed, tightening his grip on them, garnering a guttural moan from her.
“That is a lovely sight,” Jackson observed. “Both my loves sharing each other and what they like.”
He was kneeling next to them, close enough to participate, but far enough to keep from getting in the way.
Abigail began to rise on her knees, sliding up on his cock. Her muscles tightened as she did so, giving him a taste of what she could do for him. She let herself fall back down, settling her body flush with his. Over and over she repeated the action, riding him like a cowgirl.
She had thrown her head back again as she fucked him. In a bit, Tinker could see that she wasn’t used to this position. Perspiration began to shimmer on her skin, giving her an incandescent glow, while her actions began to slow. They were going to be making love to her a lot, so she would eventually get used to all the positions they would show her.
Moving his hands down to her waist again, he helped her up, and then let her fall back down on him. He did it repetitively, until he felt the tingling in his lower back. It wasn’t going to be long, and he needed to make sure Abigail came with him.
“Help her,” he grunted out as he never missed a stroke.
Jackson reached over with both hands. One he put on her back, the other he moved to Abigail’s cunt where he began to rub, managing to keep up with the pace Tinker had set.
Short breaths were filling the room as sexual exertion was getting to them. The aroma of sex was heavy in the room. The three of them connected to reach that goal of orgasmic proportions.
The ball of heat rushed from his lower back, streaking down to his balls, where liquid fire collected. Tight walls were fluttering around him, and Abigail’s cunt moved up and down his shaft. Her heat was building in her pussy as it began to tighten.
Within moments, Abigail clamped down on his cock like a vise. Her body tightened as she began to shudder. She was no longer moving on her own. In fact, Tinker only had to move her a couple more times before molten fire shot from him.
Her back was arched as she rode her climax. Flush with his body, Tinker could feel Jackson’s hand still between them. The three of them were connected as one while they enjoyed their bliss.
Hopefully, one day soon, they would be fully connected, he and Jackson each filling a hole.
When his jism had stopped, Tinker felt as if all energy had been drained from his body. He watched as Abigail was riding the last of her orgasm, her eyes closed, her mouth opened in a silent scream. Jackson helped her down to rest on Tinker’s chest, her body still shaking.
Sliding his arms around her, Tinker held her. Next to him, Jackson lay down, cuddling up to both of them. “I can’t wait until we can both fuck her at the same time,” Jackson murmured, probably trying not to disrupt Abigail. By the feel of her breathing, she had fallen asleep.
“You’re going to love the feel of her, Jackson. She’s so tight, so perfect. Thank you for allowing me to be a part of her life like this.” Tinker felt the sob in his throat. This is what he had wanted in his life for so long, and it was finally happening for him.
Chapter Eight
The vulnerability in Tinker’s voice touched Jackson. He had never expected to have a male sub, and truth be told, he never thought he would have a woman that he would want to spend the rest of his life together.
As he held his two lovers, Jackson knew he was in love with both of them. He needed to start planning a future with them, for that’s what he wanted. He wanted to grow old with them, have babies with them.
The two people he held in his arms were his future.
He dozed, coming awake when Abigail began to move. A soft moan emanated from her as she tried to sit up.
Tinker was helping her, guiding her off his body on the other side of him. Sated and happy was the expression she wore, a good look for her. As she began to get off the bed on the other side, Jackson quickly rose and moved around to her side.
“What’s the matter, baby?” he asked, not sure what was going on.
“Nothing. Have to use the bathroom,” she replied. “I’ll be right back.”
Not wanting to push her after the two orgasms she had, he let her go, watching her walk out of the room. He looked at Tinker who was lying back on the pillow, his arms up and his hands behind his head, a satisfied smug look on his face.
“Thank you for letting me go first,” he said with glee. “You’re going to love being inside her.”
“You don’t find that strange, that she left the room like that?” Jackson asked worriedly.
“Naw. Some women do it because they are told if they don’t go to the bathroom after intercourse that they could get a urinary tract infection. Something about the bacteria and close encounter of another person. I don’t know if it’s true or not.”
Jackson watched the door. He wasn’t sure of Tinker’s explanation even though it did sound plausible. Of course, in the past, if he did hook up, he went to the woman’s house and left right after sex. What she did after he left he had no idea.
Deciding it was best that he wasn’t still standing where she had left him, he climbed into bed and lay next to Tinker. Tinker turned over on his side to face Jackson, resting his head in his hand. Tinker smiled wickedly at Jackson.
“So, I have to ask a question of you,” Tinker said as he let his fingers roam around Jackson’s chest.
The feel of Tinker’s fingers on him were different than Abigail’s. They were wider but also had calluses on them. Tinker was no stranger to hard work. Abigail’s were
medium-sized and soft.
Both of his lovers worked out in the elements but at least took care of the parts that were exposed. Abigail used lotion or soap that smelled like vanilla, an aroma he was beginning to love. Tinker always used something spicy. He’d have to find out what they used so he could have some here for when they came over.
“What’s the question?” Jackson asked, turning on his side to face Tinker. He also rested his hand on his palm.
Tinker looked worried. “I…um…do you…” Tinker took a deep breath before he tried again, but this time he lowered his gaze. “Will I be able to fuck that beautiful ass of yours?”
Jackson smiled at Tinker’s demeanor. He hadn’t lowered his eyes because of being a sub. It was because he was embarrassed to ask the question that any Dominant would expect in a male sub.
“I have only been a bottom a couple of times. It was when I was learning the lifestyle. Alex gives classes here, of all different subjects. There is a class for Doms, and they endure what if feels like to have things done to them that they will do to the subs. We get whipped, spanked, flogged, and yes, we get a butt plug shoved up our asses.” Jackson chuckled. “It was an interesting experience for someone who had already been dominant. Of course, back then, I was only into women, but the teacher for the class was someone I connected to instantly. He was a great friend and mentor.”
The man would always be in Jackson’s thoughts. They were friends because of their common interest in being a Dom, and for being in the lifestyle. Along with Alex, they would go to Avalanche games, all three of them big hockey fans. They held season tickets and made it to most of the home games unless being at the club was more important.
Keith was twenty years older than him, even though he didn’t act like it. He had been in the Army which made him a kindred spirit. A year and a half ago, Keith had gotten bad news in an annual checkup. Pancreatic cancer had already set in, and there wasn’t going to be a good outcome.
The disease had taken Keith from them within six months. Jackson had lost a good friend and a compassionate lover. He had mourned for the man, so much so that he hadn’t taken a lover for the past year. Meeting Abigail and then Tinker was his first foray back into the dating scene, and he had fallen hard in love with both of them. Jackson had to hope that he could keep their hearts as much as Keith had captured his.
Jackson continued. “Going into this relationship, I would have said no. But someone taught me to look at a new relationship as an open book, and I as the writer. The story will come together as we go along, living our lives as the characters in a book do. Page by page, day by day is how we’ll live. I’m glad you like my ass, Tinker, but we’ll have to see how things move along before I make my decision.”
If the explanation bothered the young man, Tinker made no indication. He smiled. “I accept that. But, please just think about my love for you.”
“I will.” Jackson leaned in and captured Tinker’s lips with his own. Tinker opened for him, and Jackson plunged into the depths, sweeping his tongue through his mouth. Savoring the flavor of him was addicting, as much as Abigail’s was.
They fought each other with tongues, dueling within first Tinker’s mouth, then Jackson’s. Back and forth they went, until Jackson finally pulled away. He raised his hand and placed it lovingly on Tinker’s neck as he looked into velvety brown eyes.
“I’ve fallen in love with you, and Abigail. It’s been such a short time, but you’ve both captured my heart.” Jackson had to reveal his heart, even though his baby girl wasn’t there. He would tell her as soon as possible.
A soft hand touched the round of his ass, drawing his attention. He looked over his shoulder and found Abigail standing there. He was thankful that in this setting he was focused on who was in his home, for if he wasn’t and someone touched him like she did, he would have been ready for a fight.
Releasing Tinker, Jackson reached back and grasped Abigail’s hand. “Hey there, baby girl. You okay?” he asked as he turned onto his back.
Her smile was bright as she stood next to the bed. “I’m good. Just needed to go.”
Tinker scooted back on the bed to the other edge as Jackson pulled Abigail down on top of him. A squeal escaped her from the speed of the action. She went with him as he rolled her until she was between him and Tinker.
Her hands came up to his chest and stayed there as she marveled, “I can’t believe that you guys are both cut so fine.”
“You’ve got two hunky men at your service,” Tinker responded as he moved his arm over hers and placed his hand between hers. “Do you think you’ll be able to handle us both?”
“I’m planning on it.” Abigail’s confidence was a welcome balm to Jackson’s heart.
Jackson moved his hand up from her waist and skimmed the underside of her breast with his knuckles. Her body stretched at the sensation.
“I love your breasts, baby girl. I want to tie them up with some rope until they turn plump and purple. And, I’d love to see these in clamps,” he added as he moved up to skim her nipple. “They are so beautiful. Perky and responsive. Will you let me do that?”
Her head nodded. “I’m willing to try.”
“That’s my girl,” he praised. “All I ask is for you to try something before you totally rule it out.”
“I will. I promise.”
“Good. But for now, I want to make love to you.”
He slammed his mouth down onto hers, prying hers open with his lips. She met his tongue with hers, challenging him. Abigail was going to be a delight to make love to.
Tinker removed his hand while Abigail moved her up to Jackson’s face, holding him. She moved her face so their mouths fit better together. He felt her giving her all to him, putting her all into the kiss.
Jackson still had his hand on her breast, and he pinched her nipple. A moan escaped her which he captured with his mouth. He wanted to do that more often.
Searching every inch of her mouth, he branded her with his tongue. He was going to brand her body with his mouth, every last centimeter. His cum was going to brand the inside of her one day, letting her know who she belonged to. Just like he would do to Tinker.
Abigail pulled her mouth from his, gasping for air. She kissed the sides of his mouth, and then moved up one cheek. Her mouth kissed his eyelids, his forehead, and then down his other cheek. She was doing to him what he wanted to do to her.
When she returned to his mouth, she laid light kisses across the seam of it. “I’ve never been one for kissing,” she admitted. “But I like kissing you and Tinker.”
That brought a smile out of Jackson. “It was probably because you’ve been kissing the wrong men, baby,” he whispered. “Your body knows who it belongs to. As does ours. We’re going to love you until our last days.”
She pulled back just a bit, a small smile on her lips. A teardrop appeared at the corner of her closed eye. “I’ve been too afraid this was a fluke. That this was just a passing fancy for you both. But…” She let a little nervous giggle escape. “I can’t hold back the fact that I love you both, too.”
Her confession was music to Jackson’s ears. He wasn’t expecting to hear it so soon, but it thrilled him. “I am so happy to hear that, baby girl.”
Jackson had to fight back the tears that threatened to spill from his own eyes. He had never been an emotional person, but hearing the words from the woman he was meant to love till death did them part made him one. He would fight for them both should anything ever happen.
Laying a kiss on the tip of her nose, he moved until he had positioned them both so that he was above her, her generous breasts giggling as she moved. Yes, she was going to look good in shibari rope, a royal blue or even a purple against her pale coloring. He would truss up her golden hair also to match the rope on the rest of her body. He hoped he could show her off to the club naked with only the rope to enhance her body.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he praised her quietly. “I am so glad you are mine.”
Jackson moved his head down and placed a soft kiss on the pinkish tight nipple, right before he sucked it into his mouth. Abigail moaned loudly, and it got louder as he sucked harder.
Her back arched as he imbibed on her nipple, drinking it deep into his mouth, as if she was trying to get more. She shifted her legs until they were spread out on both sides of his. Soft puffy flesh surrounded his cock as it sank into her moist hot slit. He was glad she had waxed.
He kept his own area shaved, and this way he could feel all of Abigail’s womanly attributes. Grinding his hips, he teased her with what she was going to get from him.
Releasing her nipple with a pop, he nipped at it with his teeth, drawing more moans from her. Gently setting his teeth around the rock-hard nipple, he tugged at it until she was moving up again to follow it. He knew the pain was light but enough of it for her to feel the edge. Her motions and her moans told him that he was enjoying it.
Abigail’s body squirmed under his, her hips gyrating against him. It didn’t take her long to get revved up again, and Jackson liked that. He wanted her and Tinker always ready for him. When they came home from work, he wanted them to come to him and show him how much he meant to them, not just physically, but mentally also. And, he would show them the same.
Lifting his head and releasing her nipple, Jackson stared down into her crystal-blue eyes. They were so pale, he felt like he was looking into a piece of ice. Her smile is what warmed them though.
It hurt him to know that people treated her like she wasn’t worth their time because she was a curvy girl. She had so much to give from her heart, and it made her a magnificent woman, inside and out.
Jackson reached out a hand toward Tinker who placed an unwrapped condom in his palm. Maneuvering up to his knees, he stroked his dick with his left hand a couple of times before slipping the prophylactic on it. The whole time, he kept Abigail’s gaze.