She squeaked when he wrapped his hands around her waist and plucked her up off the floor like she weighed nothing. Her flailing hands landed on the kitchen island a moment before her ass did. Then she burst out laughing, because he was ridiculous—and because the granite slab was freaking cold.
She squeaked again as she was dragged to the edge of the counter, her hands clutching the edge for dear life as Rhian lifted her knees and draped them over his shoulders.
She barely had time to register his smug smile before he bent over and pressed his lips to the sensitive skin of her bare mons. His evening stubble tickled and she squirmed, shamelessly spreading her legs. She trusted his fierce grip on her hips to anchor her as she opened herself to him.
The first brush of his tongue against her clit made her shudder so hard, she almost slipped from his grasp. Rhian paused, glancing up at her.
She leaned back on her elbows on the freezing granite and kicked his shoulder, “Don’t you dare stop now.”
Rhian grinned, then pressed his smile against her, his curved lips tickling along her labia, followed closely by the warm, soothing velvet of his tongue. Electric sparks shot up her back, warming her in spite of the cool rock beneath her. When she sucked in a deep breath, it came back out as a low moan.
God, he was good at this.
Good enough to make her mostly forget about the hard surface she lay on. She briefly considered suggesting that they move this to the couch in the living room, but then noticed that Rhian was bent in a way that was pretty much perfect for the next step of the plan. And if Garrick’s expression or the steady shifting of Rhian’s hips was anything to go by, that was still working for everyone.
Savannah stared vaguely down the long, strong expanse of Rhian’s back, admiring the shift of muscle and glow of flushed skin, then looked up to meet Garrick’s eyes. It was hard to focus, but she wanted to see. To watch Garrick take Rhian apart. Even if Rhian was doing his level best to melt her brain.
His attention on her was relentless, but he still jerked in reaction to Garrick’s hand brushing over the curve of his ass. Rhian sucked her clit into his mouth just as Garrick grabbed the base of the plug and tugged, which translated to a mind-bending level of suction against the bundle of nerves he held between his lips. She writhed against him, using her legs to urge him closer, even though that was impossible.
The expression on Rhian’s face was one of utter contentment, like he could happily stay like this, with them, for hours. She watched, fascinated, as Garrick’s biceps shifted and bulged, and Rhian’s hips rolled back in response. She knew the moment Garrick stretched Rhian open by the hint of teeth scaping across her clit.
Savannah squeezed her eyes shut, spreading her legs further and grinding up against Rhian’s face. He shifted lower, thrusting his tongue into her, licking and sucking along her labia until her every exhale came with a groan. Her breathing was getting hectic, her face hot. When she opened her eyes again, Garrick didn’t look much better, his cheeks red as he stared down at whatever he was doing to Rhian.
She didn’t see Rhian’s shoulder’s shift, not realizing what he was up to until his lips clamped over his clit again and he pressed two fingers high inside of her.
Savannah’s elbows shook beneath her and she gave up, stretching out on her back on the counter island and reaching over her head to clamp her hands around the far edge, using that leverage to push herself down against Rhian’s lips.
He thrust his hand so fast it must have been a blur, just the way she liked it, and she rode his fingers happily, one foot slipping on the ball of his shoulder, the other skidding down his spine when she arched her back.
She was close. So close.
And then she was there.
“Rhian!” she shouted as her spine arched high off the countertop, her legs shaking and hips thrashing against him. The waves crashed over her and he pulled more from her with the pulse of his lips and the thrust of his fingers. She threaded her fingers into his hair, just about to grab hold and tell him to stop, when his head snapped up and he gasped.
“Oh, fuck,” he moaned, his eyes fluttering closed, his neck arched, his entire body rocking forward against her. Garrick’s eyes widened, and Rhian’s fingers dug into her thigh so hard they were sure to leave bruises, but for a moment she couldn’t comprehend what was happening.
Then Rhian slumped against her, all the air leaving his lungs at once.
“Holy shit,” she said, looking up at Garrick. “Did he just come?”
“Untouched,” Garrick said with wonder and something like pride.
Rhian groaned against her thigh. “I don’t know if you can call it that.”
“I never once touched your dick. All I was doing was playing with the plug.”
“Oh, is that all?” Rhian said dryly, pressing a goofy grin into her thigh.
Savannah snorted, then propped herself up on one arm and ran her fingers through Rhian’s hair. “You okay?”
“Yup,” he murmured, sounding utterly satisfied. “I’m sorry I went off too fast. When I’m not semi-unconscious, I’m going to be embarrassed about that.”
Garrick ran his hand up and down Rhian’s spine soothingly. “Hey, don’t worry about that shit. Just stay right there, okay?”
“Okay,” Rhian said with a happy sigh, and Savannah could tell by the weight on her leg that he wasn’t close to thinking about standing, or even lifting his head.
Garrick reached into the drawer and pulled out another, bigger plug. Savannah barely swallowed back her guffaw at seeing the garish candy cane stripes decorating the substantial toy. The fact that it was vaguely shaped like a tree really added to the Christmas spirit, she thought. She watched, grinning, as Garrick carefully lubed it up and put it aside where he could reach it. When he tucked his fingers around the anchor to the plug still in Rhian, Rhian didn’t so much as flinch. The only sign he felt anything was his long, shuddery exhale as Garrick pulled it out.
Garrick immediately slid two fingers into Rhian. Deep.
“Fuck,” Rhian moaned softly. He had to be so sensitive now.
“Does that feel good, baby?” Garrick asked.
“No. Yes.” Rhian shook his head. “I don’t even know.”
Garrick drew his fingers out slowly, then thrust back in. Rhian hummed. Savannah smiled at how content he sounded. She saw Garrick twist his wrist, so she was prepared for Rhian’s grunt of surprise and full-body jerk.
“What are you doing?” he gasped.
Garrick smiled. “Getting you ready.”
“For what?”
“You said you wanted me to fuck you.”
Rhian’s head finally came up off her leg, his expression confused. “But I already…”
Savannah could see from the angle of Garrick’s wrist and the way that confusion melted off Rhian’s face that Garrick was rubbing over his prostate relentlessly. The flush returned to Rhian’s face, spreading down his neck to his shoulders and chest. He groaned and gripped Savannah’s thighs tighter. She couldn’t tell if he was succumbing to pleasure or agony, and she didn’t think Rhian knew either.
Rhian never looked at the new plug resting by his hip, nor did he seem to notice when it disappeared.
He definitely noticed, though, when Garrick’s pulled his fingers away and pressed the blunt end of the plug against him instead.
Rhian went rigid for the span of two seconds, then he pressed his face to Savannah’s belly and went lax, giving a little nod. She ran her fingers through his damp curls while he rubbed his face against her. He was probably noticing again how much firmer it felt, and not in a toned-muscle kind of way. It had only just really begun to change at all, and she loved it.
Rhian placed a row of soft kisses across her skin while she and Garrick watched. She twisted her fingers in his hair and he rolled his head to look up at her. His green eyes were hazy, his expression warm and full of affection.
“I love you,” she said.
“I love you, too.”
Chapter Seven
Garrick pressed his lips between Rhian’s shoulder blades and just enjoyed how happy Rhian looked with his head resting on Savannah’s belly. He caught Savannah’s gaze, and she looked more joyous than he’d seen her in weeks.
They were all right. They were going to be better than all right.
This family was going to be awesome.
With a final press of his lips, Garrick stood and stared down at where his hand held the thick plug against Rhian’s ass. The first third had slipped in without any resistance, which had been ridiculously hot. It also meant Rhian would be relatively comfortable, once they got through the tricky part of getting the widest bit past his sensitive rim.
That was, though, a really tricky part. Fortunately, Rhian would love every minute of it.
Garrick twisted his wrist and Rhian twitched when the plug glanced off the right spot. Garrick took advantage of Rhian’s distraction and pressed forward.
He didn’t expect Rhian’s body to open up and accept another third, but it did, just like that. Rhian groaned, the sound muffled against Savannah’s skin.
“That a happy sound?” Garrick asked, needing to be sure.
“God. It is. I don’t know why it is. I should be kicking you.”
Garrick nudged the plug forward, then eased back, taking up a steady rhythm of gentle thrusts and slow retreats. He ran his finger along Rhian’s rim, marveling at how it stretched taut. He regretted not having used a lube that didn’t taste like hell.
Of all of them, Rhian enjoyed this the most. He liked having his ass played with, would happily submit to it for hours over the summer. Maybe that was because for a huge portion of the year it just wasn’t possible. In theory, it shouldn’t have been possible now, but Rhian had seemed certain and Garrick was never going to say no to either of them.
He pushed the plug a little harder, a little further, and Rhian grunted. But he also leaned into Garrick, his body stretching beautifully to accommodate the plug.
“Jesus Christ, how big is this thing?” he groaned.
Before Garrick could answer, he gave a last nudge and the plug slipped into Rhian’s body and seated there, the anchor lodged tightly between his cheeks.
“Jesus fuck,” Rhian gasped, his hands spasming around Savannah’s hips, but Garrick knew it wasn’t a complaint.
He smiled and tucked his hands under Rhian’s ribs, urging him to stand.
“What…are you…oh my god.”
Rhian waivered on his feet in the middle of the kitchen, naked as the day he was born and more beautiful than any other man Garrick had ever laid eyes on. Garrick kept his hands on Rhian to steady him—or to catch him if needed—but also just to feel his warmth and register the steady, if rapid, beat of his heart.
“How’s that?” Garrick asked playfully.
“Umm…wow.”
Savannah sat up on the countertop. “Ready to head upstairs?”
“What?” Rhian asked, shaking his head. His hand hovered by his hip, as if contemplating reaching behind him to feel the plug for himself.
Garrick threaded their fingers together instead. “Yeah, let’s head upstairs.”
Rhian looked adorably confused. He shifted to glance at Garrick over his shoulder, then froze. “Jesus Christ.”
“You all right?” Garrick asked, grinning.
“It’s…it’s right there. On my…fuck, this thing is really well designed,” he concluded, shifting again, this time with intent.
Savannah laughed and jumped off the counter. Rhian may have been a little lost in his own head, but he wasn’t so far gone that he didn’t reach for her, making sure she was steady on the landing.
When she turned to get their clothes from the corner, Rhian let his hand trail along her belly.
Savannah smiled. Garrick had to kiss him.
Goddamn, this was a good idea.
He pulled Rhian flush against him, one hand low on his back, the other pressed between his shoulder blades. Rhian leaned up until their lips met, his eyes fluttering closed as Garrick’s tongue slid over his. Garrick’s cock, which had gone neglected for so long now it had started to ache, was pressed between their bellies. Rhian twisted just a little in his hold to rub against it.
Garrick shivered and rolled his hips, dragging the sensitive head along the ridges of Rhian’s firm abs on one side, and Garrick’s admittedly less firm stomach on the other.
He broke their kiss with a gasp. Rhian leaned forward, as if to chase him, but Garrick stopped him with a firm grip around one ass cheek. Rhian jerked to a halt, then swayed where he stood.
Garrick massaged the muscle beneath his palm, forcing the plug to shift over and over. He was so thoroughly enjoying the expressions chasing across Rhian’s face, he almost didn’t notice Rhian’s growing erection until it brushed against his thigh.
“God, I wish I was still in my twenties,” Garrick muttered, stroking the thickening length.
Savannah laughed and swatted him on the butt. “Come on, you two, before you get any more distracted.”
Which was fair, really.
Garrick was tempted to walk to the bedroom without relinquishing his hold on Rhian’s cock, but as soon as he stepped away, tugging on Rhian’s shaft in the process, Rhian’s knees wobbled.
Garrick let go of Rhian’s dick and slid and arm around his waist instead. “You going to be able to get upstairs?”
Rhian nodded, his lower lip caught between his teeth, his eyes pinned to the floor as if he needed to watch where he put each step.
Garrick stayed close, holding Rhian steady on the stairs. As soon as they were safely on the landing, though, he let his hand wander, tracing over skin and muscle until it landed against the plug’s anchor and he gave it a little tug.
Rhian caught himself on the door frame. Garrick expected to be scolded, but instead Rhian moaned. “Jesus Christ, this thing feels amazing.”
Garrick ran both hands over Rhian’s ass, watching through the door as Savannah chucked all their clothing into the hamper and came back to them.
She cupped Rhian’s cheek and turned his head until he could kiss her.
Rhian wriggled his ass and Garrick took the hint, grabbing the plug and tugging on it again. Rhian’s rim bloomed around the thick bulb and it was Garrick’s turn to get a little weak in the knees.
If he didn’t fuck Rhian soon, he was either going to come the moment so much as a breeze blew past his dick or die of blue balls.
“Come on, in you go,” Garrick said hoarsely, with a pat to Rhian’s butt.
Rhian staggered through the door and to their enormous bed, then waited there instead of climbing up onto the mattress.
“You okay?” Savannah asked with a grin that said she knew he doing a lot better than that.
“If I sit down, I’m going to come again,” Rhian admitted, almost sadly. He waved his hand at waist height and everyone’s eyes dropped to Rhian’s erection. The head was red and shiny with precome, the shaft riddled with veins where it stood away from Rhian’s body.
Garrick almost felt sorry for him, but he was too busy wishing he was in his twenties still. At least having a lover who was sure did have some advantages.
Savannah took mercy on Rhian and climbed onto the bed, towing him with her so that they knelt facing each other. When Rhian sat back, he spread his knees and kept his heels far enough apart that they dug into his buttocks, leaving the plug relatively untouched.
Or, it was until Garrick slid onto the bed behind him, framing Rhian’s thighs with his knees, and reached down to tug the anchor again.
Savannah swallowed Rhian’s gasp as she kissed him. He clung to her while he licked into her mouth and her hands tangled in his hair. He moaned, the sound a low vibration in his chest as Garrick began working the plug against his rim, not quite pulling it out, but stretching him over and over.
A sheen of sweat popped up across Rhian’s skin and Garrick tasted it on his neck and along his shoulders. Rhian hung there b
etween them, letting them do as they wished, letting them know with a thousand little movements and sounds that he was happy. They didn’t need words, and eventually, even the sounds stopped, except for Rhian’s panting breaths. He was barely holding himself up as he traced his lips along Savannah’s jaw and down over her chest. She knelt higher and he licked along her solar plexus and under the heavy weight of one breast, until her fingers tightened in his hair and she guided him to her nipple.
Rhian hesitated there, looking up to see her face above him. “Are you sure?”
She smiled. “Let’s try it and see.”
Garrick watched as Rhian drew Savannah’s nipple into his mouth. It had been nearly two months since they’d stopped doing this, stopped touching her breasts almost completely when they’d become so sensitive she couldn’t stand any stimulation. Now they were rounder, fuller, and the moment Rhian’s cheeks hollowed, Savannah crushed his face to her chest and moaned.
Fuck. Garrick wrapped his fist around his dick and clamped down.
Rhian sucked harder.
“Oh god, Rhian. That feels so good.” Savannah swayed on her knees.
Rhian switched to the other breast, holding her close as he licked and nipped and she gasped and wriggled.
“Fuck, you need to suck. Please…yes, like that, god,” Savannah cried, her breath coming in short, sharp pants.
Garrick’s head spun in sympathy as Savannah reached down to run her fingers over her clit. Bright red seeped into her cheeks, her eyes gone sightless, and he realized she was close to orgasm. From having her breasts sucked, which had never come close to having this effect on her before.
Rhian must have realized it, too. He hooked an arm around her waist and another behind her knees, scooping her up and letting her fall on her back on the bed. Then he was over her, his mouth latching onto her again, working from one nipple to the other as his hands ran down her body and hoisted her thighs up to hug his ribs.
Shit. Garrick shook himself out of his stupor. He needed to get back into the game before the game left him behind.
Rhian hovered over Savannah, supporting himself on his elbows and knees, his cock hanging heavy above the bedspread, leaving darker spots when it brushed the bunched-up material. His knees were spread wide, the bright red and white of the plug base stark against his pale skin. Savannah thrashed in his arms, arching her back to shove her breasts closer to his mouth, harder against his questing teeth and lips.
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