by Eileen Green
Jackson didn’t hesitate. His mouth was on her in a flash, causing her to groan. Her head fell back as he was commanded.
Tinker felt Jackson’s buns tighten as did the muscles from the position he was in. Not sure how long he was going to last, Tinker pulled back until just the tip of him was inside the hot cavern. Wrapping his arms around Jackson’s waist, he began to pound into his man, but hold him still enough so as not to knock Abigail from the desk.
Abigail was moaning and looking around Jackson’s side, Tinker could see that he had shifted his arms. By the way his left arm was moving, it looked as if he was finger fucking her besides eating her out.
Seeing that, Tinker knew he wasn’t going to be able to hold out for long. He shuttled in and out of Jackson, and with each pass, he could feel that small nub that was Jackson’s prostate.
Jackson was pressed up against the desk, and Tinker could only imagine how awkward it felt on the man’s dick. But, Tinker couldn’t stop. His hips felt as if they were going a mile a minute as he pistoned in and out.
Abigail’s groans were coming quicker, her breathing coming in short gasps. God, she sounded sexy!
A tingling began in Tinker’s lower back and began to move downward. He wanted to hold off until Abigail came, so he began to run batting averages for his favorite baseball player in his mind.
“Oh, my, gawd,” she began, her voice shaky. “Oh! Oh! Oh! I’m…oh!” Abigail began to wail as her orgasm overtook her. Her body shook as her legs tightened around Jackson’s neck. He had to hope she didn’t hurt the man.
When white lightning rocketed from his balls, Tinker let it flow. Fire shot up his cock and then out of him. In just a moment, Jackson groaned out his own climax. Tinker held on to him, both of them shaking from their orgasms.
It was a couple of minutes before Tinker could move. He was surprised he was still standing because his legs felt like Jell-O. Slowly, he pulled out of Jackson, hearing the man groan. Abigail was spread out on the desk, sated and beautiful.
Tinker disposed of his condom and then helped Jackson stand straight. He then removed Jackson’s own condom, the one he had donned before coming here, and disposed of it.
Clasping Jackson’s shoulder, Tinker announced, “This ends the discipline, sir. We can’t take it anymore. You are our Dom, and we both love you.”
Jackson smiled before grasping him behind the neck and pulled him in close. He plastered his lips on Tinker’s, sealing the rest of their lives.
Chapter Fourteen
Both men blocked the view of Abigail’s spread open cunt, so the crowd didn’t see it, which she appreciated. Although the crowd had seen her pussy before, having it spread open was a bit too intimate.
They helped her to feet. She was still shaking from the ultimate orgasm. That a crowd had seen her in that private moment had helped catapult her orgasm. Both men, as naked as she was, escorted her over to a wide bench that was in the far corner. Jackson lifted the top and pushed the slab of wood up against the wall behind it, propping it up so it didn’t fall, for under the top was a mattress.
Holding her hands, both helped her lay on the mattress. She scooted back until she was in the middle. Concentrating on her men, she pushed away the fact that people were watching them.
They were there when she had spanked her man, which just about killed her. It had been a difficult decision that she and Tinker had come to. Taking Jackson out of his comfort zone and turning the tables on his was a risky maneuver. It was possible that he could hate them for what they did and walk away. Again. If that happened, she would never forgive herself. She would rather die if that was the case.
In that moment, she realized that she hadn’t heard any disparaging remarks about her while they conducted the scene. In fact, she had heard several compliments about her figure. That stroked her ego quite a bit, and that was why she was letting her men lead her to where they were going to make love to her to where people could see.
Jackson climbed up next to her and pulled her into his arms. His mouth slammed down on hers, his tongue swiping into her mouth when she opened to him. Her head was being supported by one of his hands splayed in her hair.
Tinker moved in behind her, letting his hand skim up her thigh all the way to her breast. While he squeezed the globe, he kissed her shoulder.
Jackson released his hold on her as he pulled his mouth away. His eyes gleamed as he looked down at her. “I am so proud of you,” he said quietly. “You have come such a long way in such a short time.”
The praise warmed her heart. He was looking at her with so much love that she raised her hand and pressed it to his cheek. “I love you so much,” she whispered.
That smile she loved so much appeared on his face. “I love you, too.”
He laid her back on the bed and leaned across her. She watched as he reached over to Tinker. “Are you ready to take our woman together?” Jackson asked Tinker.
“Yes!” Tinker responded nearly gleefully.
Since Tinker had been injured, they had made an agreement that they would wait until he was fully recovered before resuming their sexual relationship. However, they both played with her, giving her orgasms as they readied her ass for penetration.
The first couple of times they just used their fingers to loosen her. They then used small silicone butt plugs in graduated sizes. After that, plugs that Tinker had whittled, sanded, and then polished over and over until they were smooth and shiny, were used, again in different size ranges. He had done such beautiful work.
Abigail was surprised that he had such a collection of butt plugs, but then again, seeing the collection of various toys he had made, she was amazed at his talent. Plugs, dildos, and paddles made up all the things he had made with hands that could satisfy a person also. Of course, his furniture was amazing also.
She looked at Jackson’s cock. It was already hard again, something she didn’t think was possible. Didn’t it usually take men a lot longer to get ready for another round?
He had a beautiful cock. Long and wide, she loved to look at it. One of these days she was going to have to have them stand side by side, so she could see them both at the same time. She could suck them off, one by one, to please them.
Reaching down, she grasped Jackson’s cock and moved her hand up and down a few times. He groaned loudly. She moved around and pulled him into her mouth, letting her tongue swirl around the tip several times. The taste of precum on her tongue was salty and musky, a taste she wanted to have a lot of.
Tinker had moved his hand down from her breast to her backside. He was circling her hole, lighting up the nerves back there. When his hand disappeared, she moaned her disappointment, but he was back in a few moments, cold liquid kissing her rosette.
She had to wonder where he got the lube from, but right now, it didn’t matter. He was working a finger into her. The burn was welcome, for it meant she was going to be accepting one of them into her there in just a bit.
He continued to play there as she sucked on Jackson. Abigail realized that this was where she was meant to be. Between her two men.
Jackson finally pulled her off him by pulling on her hair gently. “Another time, baby girl,” he promised. “If you keep doing that, I’m not going to be able to fuck that magnificent cunt of yours.”
With his hand still holding her head up by her hair, she felt the pain light up her scalp. She was really beginning to love the bite of pain.
Lying next to her, he wrapped one arm under her. With his free hand, he skimmed his fingers along the bottom side of her right breast, drawing her a shudder from her. She loved the feel of his long fingers on her skin, and what he could do to her with them.
Tinker was still moving his fingers in and out of her backside. The burn was wearing away, but she knew there was more to come.
The twist of her nipple had her moaning. Her men were playing her body as if it were a violin, plucking the nerves as if they were the strings.
“Can I take you bare?”
Jackson asked, his face serious. “I don’t want to feel anything between us anymore.”
“Me, too.” She kissed his chin. “And, I know you aren’t getting any younger, so, if you want children, I’m ready.”
“God, I love you!” he declared with a smile. “Is she ready, Tinker?”
“Yes, sir.” Tinker’s fingers disappeared right before Jackson wrapped his other arm around her, and in an instant, she was flipped and then sitting on Jackson’s hips.
His cock was long and hard under her, nestled along her slit. Lifting up, she grasped his cock and ran the tip of it between her labia to add some moisture before she lined him up with her opening. With a smile, she sank down on him, letting him fill her totally like he had filled her heart.
Arching her back, she savored the feeling. Jackson’s hands found her breasts and squeezed them both, giving her that bite of pain she liked. Abigail looked down her body and saw his hands on her. She loved seeing their hands on her. She smiled.
She had been going to the gym with Jackson and Tinker, building muscle. Her legs were stronger, and now, she used those muscles to raise herself up until just the tip of Jackson was still in her. Letting herself move back down, she savored the feeling of the fullness.
A hand on her shoulder after she repeated the motion several more times stopped her. Looking over her shoulder, she saw a grinning Tinker moving in behind her, his dressed cock greased up.
He leaned his body up against hers and laid a kiss between her shoulder blades before lining himself up with her rosette. “Remember, sweetie, take a deep breath and try to push me out.”
She nodded.
One of Jackson’s hands moved down, finding her clit. He began circling the nub, sparking the fire within her that had turned into embers after her previous orgasm. It took her mind off what Tinker was doing behind her, barely.
As Tinker began to push in with his wide cock, she took a deep breath and pushed like she was instructed. The burn was worse than she thought it would be since they hadn’t worked up to anything as thick as him.
Once he had passed the outer ring of muscles, the burn morphed into a pleasurable pain. Soon he was seated deep within her. The fullness was overwhelming, but oh, so delicious.
“Someone move, please!” she begged. “I need more!”
Jackson gave a quick nod as he moved his hands up to her waist. She helped herself to move, but he did the most work until he barely remained in her. When she moved back down his shaft, Tinker pulled nearly out. Each time one of them pulled out, her pussy or ass tried to hold them in.
They began to pick up the pace, shuttling in and out of her. With each pass Jackson made with his cock over her sweet spot, she felt the fire being stoked. Soon, she was burning up from deep inside her. Currents of electricity began to shoot out along her nerves. It was a feeling she could become addicted to.
“I’m not going to last, dude,” Tinker said between gasps of air. “Help her over.”
Abigail was depending on Jackson’s strength to keep her going, so she moved her own hand to her cunt. Circling her clit, her impending climax grew. It gathered strength as a hurricane would out over the ocean. Lightning flashed from deep within her as her men moved in and out of her.
It was only a few more moments before she tipped over the precipice of orgasm and was sent spiraling into its depths. Every nerve ending in her body felt like it was on fire.
Tinker was the first one to slam into her and hold himself deep within her. Heat filled her ass as she could feel each jet of cum he shot out. He shouted his climax as he held himself to her.
After a couple more thrusts, Jackson thrust one last time. She felt his ejaculation filling her womb, hot and thick.
Both men clung to her as they laid her down on Jackson’s chest, her orgasm beginning to wane.
Tinker was tented over her back. The feeling of being home filled her completely. These men were her home. She belonged where they were. And, if Jackson ever pulled another stunt like he had, she would gladly give him his punishment again.
* * * *
It was dawn before Abigail stirred, waking Tinker. She was plastered between him and Jackson in the latter’s large bed. They had been spending so much time there, it was decided that he and Abigail would move in with Jackson until they could find something larger for all of them. However, Alex had offered the entire floor to them if he found a house for him, Emma, and Trevor.
The two apartments could be converted into one, and they could even open up some space for a deck. With the security of the club, it would be a bit more difficult for anyone to get to Jackson, Abigail, or Tinker. Although it wasn’t a subject they wanted to discuss, the danger was still out there, and it couldn’t be ignored.
They had given Abigail quite an evening down in the club last night, and continued loving on her when they got back up here. When she had become too tired to go on, Jackson fucked Tinker’s ass, letting his boy know that he was special, too.
The disciplining of Jackson was something he never wanted to have to repeat. He knew Abigail felt the same way.
“Good morning, Abi,” Tinker said, placing a kiss on her neck. “How are you feeling?”
She turned her head and smiled at him. “I’m very happily exhausted.”
“As well you should be, baby girl.” Jackson stirred on her other side. He sat up and pressed a kiss to the other side of her neck.
Tinker sat up also and then helped Abigail up. He watched as Jackson leaned over and retrieved something from the drawer of the nightstand on his side of the bed.
At first, Tinker didn’t see what Jackson had, but then he saw the small black velvet box. He smiled.
Jackson moved around the bed, ignoring his nakedness, until he was kneeling in front of both Abigail and Tinker. He held the box in both hands between his legs.
Looking up at both of them, he smiled.
“Abigail, when you came down the stairs the day I got hurt, you looked like an angel of mercy coming to my rescue. You were an absolute vision, and I fell in love with you then and there. I don’t know if you knew this, but I had a hard-on from the moment you looked at me with those beautiful eyes of yours. I was so afraid that you would see it and think I was some pervert. I wanted to be back on my feet before I came to you, and that’s why it took so long to have Felix introduce us. Meeting Tinker was a surprise, and I believe I fell in love with him the first time I had seen him, too.
“I can’t imagine my life without either one of you in it. What I did, trying to push you away when I thought you were in danger, was stupid. I can’t apologize enough for that. I want you both in my life until the day I die.” Jackson revealed the box and opened it up. “I would like to know if both of you will marry me.”
Two rings sat inside the box. One, a large solitaire with two smaller stones on each side, while the other one was a plain band. The engagement ring was in gold, and Tinker’s was titanium.
“I am having your collars special-made, and hope you will accept them as I hope you accept these rings.”
Tinker looked at Abigail, who looked shocked. “What do you say, Abi? Do you want to tie yourself to two men who will treat you like the queen you are? You will be our center, the one who holds our family together.”
Tears filled her eyes as she looked between him and Jackson. Her head began to nod up and down. “Yes, I want to marry both of you.” Then she set her eyes on Jackson, her face going serious. She continued, “But, you have to know that if you pull any of the shit you pulled before, I will do more than spank you a couple of times. I will draw blood.”
Jackson laughed. “I give you permission to do so, baby girl, but I won’t ever push you two away again. You are too important to me. You are my life.”
Abigail threw herself into Jackson’s arms, dotting his face with kiss after kiss. When she was finished with him, she turned to Tinker. She gave him the same as she had with Jackson.
When she settled, Tinker leaned over, grabbed
Jackson by the nape of his neck, and then crushed his lips across Jackson’s. They kissed for a few moments before Tinker heard Abigail say, “Hey, I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of seeing you two kiss.”
“And I don’t think we’ll ever get tired of kissing you,” Jackson said after pulling away from Tinker.
“We’ll never get tired of making love to you, Abi,” Tinker added.
Jackson pulled Tinker and Abigail together and held them in his arms. He had told them he would do everything possible to keep them safe, and they put their faith, love, and devotion into the former Navy Seal.
THE END
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