“Sleep late,” Tommy said. “That’s an order.”
Tyler nestled against him. “Gladly, love.”
Chapter Thirty
Tyler would have given a few toes and maybe a pinky finger to be home already. As their plane began its final descent into the stormy Atlanta sky a little before one a.m. local time Saturday morning, while being buffeted by crosswinds, Tom laced fingers with him.
“It’s okay, sugar. We’ll be home by lunchtime.”
Tyler nodded, exhausted and feeling guilty he wasn’t being the strong one. Tom’s leg had to be killing him, because Tom had to take a pain pill a few hours earlier.
It’d been a long, long day. Their flight had been delayed several hours leaving Brussels due to a mechanical issue, and it hadn’t helped Tyler’s mood at all, because it meant they missed their scheduled commuter flight home. Shortly before they’d taken off from Brussels, Tommy had rebooked them for a commuter flight to Savannah Saturday morning. He’d e-mailed Nevvie the updated itinerary.
Then he’d made Tyler unplug from the Internet, knowing that he’d only be obsessively checking weather reports every few minutes if he didn’t make him take a break. Hurricane Gladys had placed a bullseye on a chunk of the US coastline that included Savannah, and would likely make landfall Tuesday or Wednesday at its current speed. Regardless of where the eyewall made landfall, the immense size of the storm meant they’d feel at the very least tropical storm force winds.
It was tempting to find out what gate their commuter flight would leave from and simply collapse there for the few hours they’d have to wait and save themselves the aggravation of going to a hotel.
Maybe were he twenty years younger, he’d do that.
Maybe if Tom didn’t have a bad leg.
As they were waiting to deplane, Tyler yawned. “Do you think we can get a shuttle bus to the hotel we stayed at last time?”
“I’m sure we can. Or a cab.”
“Aces.”
Except once they’d cleared customs and made their way to the main terminal, someone shouted.
“Dad! Poppa!”
The men turned as one, Tyler unable to believe what he was seeing.
Adam jogged over, a smile on his face.
Tyler felt like weeping as he hugged his son, long and hard and reluctant to release him. It’d been nearly two months since he’d last laid eyes on him.
“What are you doing here? Why aren’t you in Athens?”
“I told Mom I’d come meet you and drive you home. She sent me your flight info. The airport in Savannah is closed as of nine p.m. because of the storm. Tornado touched down and took out their radar towers. My classes next week are cancelled, so Mom ordered me home and told me to bring you with me.”
“Storm?” Tom asked. “It’s not due to make landfall this soon.”
“A line of thunderstorms pulled in by the hurricane’s rotation,” Adam said. “Not from the main hurricane. Savannah’s closed until they can get the radar repaired. Which probably won’t be until after the storm passes.”
Tommy hugged Adam once Tyler finally released him. “Glad to see you, kiddo. You have no idea.”
Thinking ahead, Adam had brought a luggage cart with him and loaded the bags for his dads. He didn’t ask about the one carry-on Tyler carried and wouldn’t relinquish.
US Customs hadn’t hassled them about the urns, since they had the required paperwork. There’d been a moment of panic at the airport in Brussels when Tyler thought he was going to have to check the urns as cargo because they were metal, but once again being a famous author helped. He wasn’t sure he would have received such dispensation were he in the States, but an airline official called the funeral home personally, verified the certificates were authentic, and had a security officer walk Tyler and Tom through the security checkpoint. The urns were scanned through x-ray as carryons even though they were metal, but after a brief consultation, they were allowed to proceed.
That will make it into a book at some point.
Adam left them at curbside in Arrivals so he could get his car and they wouldn’t have to make Tom walk so far. Tyler made Tom take the front seat, so he could recline it and stretch out for his leg. Tyler crawled into the back, stuffed in with Adam’s luggage and their own, but happier than he’d felt in a long time to finally be heading home, with their son.
Tyler knew Tom would likely fall asleep immediately because of having taken a pain pill during their flight, but he wanted to try to stay awake to help Adam stay awake. “So, what’s new?”
“Besides Hurricane Gladys and Grandpa Andy’s boyfriend?”
Tyler smiled. “We heard about that. Mom says he’s a nice man.”
“He seems like it.”
They chatted off and on during the whole drive. Tyler was pleasantly shocked to see Nevvie standing outside waiting for them, the lights on, when Adam drove up their driveway a little before four a.m.
Tyler stepped out first to intercept her and give Tom a moment to wake up and untangle himself from the seat. “There’s my pet,” Tyler murmured. “How’d you know the timing?”
“He sent me a Waze message before he left Athens to go get you guys, so I could track him the whole time and not pester him with text messages asking where he was.”
“Brilliant.” Exhaustion settled over him like a blanket. “I need sleep desperately. We both do.” He reluctantly released her and helped Tommy get out of the car while Adam and Nevvie manhandled their luggage inside.
Twenty minutes later, the three of them lay tangled together in bed, Nevvie in the middle and Tom already falling asleep again.
His own bed, with the loves of his life.
Nothing had ever felt so sweet and satisfying.
Well, something else would make it slightly more satisfying…
Despite his exhaustion, Tyler rolled on top of Nevvie, sliding down her body, his face nuzzling between her thighs and pushing them apart to give him ready access to her sweet pussy.
At the very least, he felt he owed her this for her patience, love, and understanding.
She didn’t resist, pulling a pillow over her face to muffle her cries as he flicked and teased her clit with his tongue. He knew how to build her up fast and hold her there, right on the edge of pleasure without shoving her over the other side.
Making it last.
He slipped two fingers into her cunt, which had grown quite wet from his attentions, and slowly finger-fucked her. Right now, he wanted his full focus on her, showing her his love for her.
Nevvie writhed beneath him as he devoured her. With lips and tongue he teased her, toyed with her clit, his free arm hooked around her thigh and keeping her from squirming away from him.
Every stroke of his fingers inside her, he felt her pussy pulsating around him. He added a third finger, loving the muffled sounds of her moans against the pillow.
* * * *
Nevvie knew Tyler had to be exhausted, but she wouldn’t have stopped him even if she hadn’t been in the mood.
She could tell he wanted to make his absence up to her in the most immediate way he could, spend time focused only on her.
And she was just selfish enough—and horny enough—to let him. Because despite her own exhaustion, there was nothing better than having her two sweet love gods in bed with her again.
Evil pleasure gleamed in his sweet blue eyes when she lifted her head to look down at him before her head flopped back against the pillow again and she pulled the other pillow back over her face.
He was going to draw it out for her.
Oh, I’m fucked.
In all the good ways.
The feel of his moustache and goatee against her sensitive flesh added an extra dimension to his mouth playing with her clit. He’d worked a third finger inside her, and now he took torturously slow strokes, pausing with his fingers hooked and pressing into her G-spot while stilling his mouth on her clit and letting her hover over the brink before pulling her back yet again.
Maybe they weren’t as frisky as they’d been when they were younger and before the kids, but her guys never lost the ability to make her feel like she was the center of their universe when they were in bed together.
Right now, Nevvie simultaneously wanted this sweet torture to never end and wanted Tyler to get her over the edge. Except she knew damn well what would happen once he did let her come.
He wouldn’t let her stop coming until he was satisfied he’d satisfied her.
She couldn’t resist him, either of them.
She rocked against his hand, wishing she had both their cocks inside her and suspecting that’d be happening later in the morning once both men had a little sleep under their belts.
Firmly between them, she’d never felt a lack of love or devotion from them, always felt sexy and desirable with them.
Always felt loved.
Tyler’s tongue drew lazy circles around her clit as he toyed with her, his breath warm against her pussy. She reached down and cupped her breasts in her hands, tugging on her nipples and biting back moans as Tyler pressed his three fingers deep inside her cunt.
It wouldn’t be long before he tipped her over the edge. She hoped.
The more she squirmed, the slower he went, until she realized what he was waiting on. She forced herself to still her hips, his pleased chuckle confirming her suspicion.
She barely bit back her cry as he sucked on her clit at the same time he twisted his fingers inside her pussy again and pressed on her G-spot.
Over she went, down the water slide and straight into bliss. Now he had her where he wanted her. Finger-fucking her hard and fast, he relentlessly kept her coming, his face buried in her pussy, flicking her clit with his tongue and forcing her to take it.
She would, too. Every bit of it.
Only when he was ready did he finally ease up, the fingers inside her cunt falling still as his lips kissed her clit, remaining there.
Gasping for breath, she dared pull the pillow away from her face again and stared down at his playful blue gaze. An arched eyebrow, his silent question.
She nodded.
He slowly withdrew his fingers from her, still meeting her gaze as he sucked her juices from her fingers before climbing back up the bed to kiss her. She could taste herself on him, loving that about him, whether it was her or one of them she could taste. Raw and real and never a moment of self-consciousness between them.
It was damn good to have them home again.
“What about you?” she asked.
“I’m fine, love. Truly. Totally knackered. But I wanted to properly care for my pet.”
“You did.”
Ty nuzzled his face against Nevvie’s shoulder. “I think I’ve made it to heaven.”
She giggled. “You got that backward, but okay.”
An old joke between them, a pun-squared, as she’d dubbed it.
“Go to sleep, Evil Genius,” she said. “I already told the kids they’re not allowed to disturb us this morning under threat of being assigned horrible, gross chores.”
“Aces, love.”
Tyler slept.
* * * *
Tyler’s brain was a swirl of nebulous images, nothing lasting long, until he became caught up in a sweet, erotic dream where Nevvie was sucking his cock.
It was only when he reached down in his dream to stroke her head that reality merged and he understood it wasn’t a dream.
“Mmm. Naughty pet, waking me up.”
“My fault,” Tommy said from the other side of the bed. “I woke her up.” He didn’t sound the least bit penitent, either.
He peeled open an eye to see her gorgeous green eyes peering up at him, a smile tweaking the corners of her mouth where his cock was buried between her beautiful lips.
He let out a yawn and managed to get both eyes open, just to realize it was a little after noon. Pulling her up and off his cock, he kissed her. “Go tease him for a moment while I take care of something.” He patted her on the bum. “I’ll be right back.”
She dove for Tom’s cock, making Tyler smile. He climbed out of bed, rounding it and kissing Tom good-morning on his way to the bathroom. Once he finished in there, grabbing a towel and tube of lube on the way, he climbed back into bed, between Nevvie’s legs.
“Up, pet,” he said. “I’ve been dreaming about doing this.”
After changing position, Tom let out a faint moan when she impaled her pussy on his cock. Tyler leaned in and pressed his face in close, able to swipe his tongue along Tom’s sac and tease where his cock disappeared into her pussy.
Both of them moaned.
“Damn,” Tom said. “You keep that up your gonna get me off like that, buddy.”
Tyler sat up. “Well, I wouldn’t want you to prematurely explode on us, love.” He took a moment to stroke his hands down Nevvie’s back, settling on her gorgeous arse. “Yes, now this is the proper way to welcome your wayward men home after so long.”
He prepared her, taking his time and relishing her tight ass as he worked first one, then two fingers into her. He could feel Tommy’s cock in her pussy, and Nevvie tried to fuck herself against them both.
“Patience, love,” Tyler warned. “Or I shall stop and make you wait.”
She fell still, Tom pulling her in for a long, sultry kiss.
“Much better, pet.”
Only once Tyler knew he’d nearly driven her mad with need did he lube his cock and press the head of it against her ass.
“Ready for me, love?”
“Please,” she softly moaned. “Please!”
He pressed forward and slowly fucked his cock into her.
Nevvie shivered, leaning in and kissing Tom as Tyler fed his cock into her, inch by inch, until he was finally seated all the way, her ass tightly fisting his cock.
“Now that’s a proper greeting,” he whispered.
Pulling her up and off Tom, he wrapped one arm around her waist and his other hand found its way between her legs. Her head lolled back onto his shoulder. “Now you can sit there like a good girl while we take care of you properly.”
He kissed her, not just because he wanted to plunder her sweet mouth, but because, predictably, the first orgasm they quickly coaxed out of her was loud.
The feel of her body squeezing their cocks as wave after wave of pleasure washed through her was almost enough to pull Tyler over the edge with her, but he held off.
“Goddamn,” Tommy softly grunted. He reached up and played with her nipples while Tyler’s fingers continued playing with her clit. “That’s what I’m talkin’ about.”
* * * *
Nevvie hooked one hand behind her, around Tyler’s neck, and held on for dear life. Normally, she was tapping out after two or three orgasms when they all had the energy for this permutation, but not this morning. She knew Tyler wouldn’t let her go until he was happy he’d made her come enough.
And that was sexy.
As.
Fuck.
And after so long without all three of them being home together, she was more than happy to turn herself over to her guys and let them have their way with her. Real life frequently got in the way of them being able to be as wild as they wanted to be, so no way in hell would she turn them down right now.
Not only had she threatened the kids with the grossest of chores, she’d also threatened to reset the router password and kick them off Wi-Fi for a month if they awakened them too early today.
Momma got her time with the men first.
They would have them for the rest of the weekend.
She’d also played a little dirty and used the excuse that Daddy needed some decompression time after grieving the loss of his friend, which had apparently pierced through all three kids’ brains. Adam didn’t need a talk like that, because he was more than happy to be able to sleep late after getting to pick them up at the airport and drive them home.
Tyler’s fingers relentlessly played with her clit, as
she rode their cocks, her pussy and ass tightly filled and heightening her need. Tyler’s cock in her ass pressed Tom’s in her pussy against her G-spot, and the pleasure drove her toward a second orgasm.
“Be our good girl and give us what we want,” Tyler whispered before taking possession of her mouth again.
She rode their cocks, loving this—loving them. Her men, her husbands, her lovers. Pleasure filled her, not just her clit as Tyler played with it, but her pussy as Tom’s cock owned and filled her, and Tyler’s cock stretching her ass and making her remember why these two men were perfection in bed.
Tommy’s fingers pinched her nipples, hard, and that triggered her tumble over the edge. Both men softly moaned as her pussy and ass squeezed their cocks in return, until Tyler backed off a little before going for round three. Tommy cupped her breasts in his hands and sat up, gently sucking on her nipples, back and forth, helping build her up for the third time.
With their cocks erotically stretching and filling her pussy and ass, it felt like they were one sweet body, impossible to tell where one ended and the others started. Like this, the world dissolved around her, nothing existing but her and her men and the pleasure they shared.
Tyler nibbled the side of her neck, away from her ear and back up again. He pressed his lips against her ear.
“My target is five, pet, so get comfortable.”
She bit down on her lower lip to stifle her moan, electricity flowing through her nerves, her body clenching around their cocks. Even now, this many years later, his sweet voice could still rake over her soul and drive her insane with need.
We need a weekend alone.
Once life settled down and the storm passed, she was going to talk to the men about the three of them going away together for a couple of days. What Tom and Ty had been through wasn’t exactly a vacation, and she wanted to be able to scream her fool head off in ecstasy without one of the kids knocking on the door.
Tyler changed tactics, now using two fingers, scissored along either side of her clit and flicking rapidly back and forth. Every movement he made had her pussy contracting around Tom’s cock, which tightened everything in her body, a rolling chain reaction of pleasure that she no longer controlled. Tyler’s mouth returned to her ear, his whispered tones scorching nerve endings all the way to the depths of her soul.
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