Except…
A sweet ball of excitement had formed in Tyler’s gut. This was the first time Tom had ever taken this kind of direct action regarding him being Tyler’s Dominant, even in a quasi-formal way.
Tom paused at the bedroom door. “You coming, boy?”
Tyler’s cock twitched as his attention snapped onto Tom. “Yes, Sir.”
“Well, come on.” He smiled. “You can stare at that later.” He held out a hand to him.
Tyler went.
* * * *
After dinner, they retreated to the bedroom and Tom wasted no time buckling Nevvie’s matching collar on her.
She smiled. “So do my Masters have any special requests tonight?”
It made her clit throb that both men groaned in a very hungry way.
“Yeah,” Tom hoarsely said as he grabbed her and laid her on her back. “You keep usin’ that voice. Except for this week, he’s in boy mode.”
“Voice still works on me, though, angel. I think you’ve conditioned us.”
“Shut up and suck her clit, Ty,” Tom said. Her eyes fluttered closed and open again when Ty pushed her thighs apart and dove in there. He slipped two fingers into her cunt as he sucked on her clit and drove her hard and fast toward the abyss.
Overachiever.
She’d expect nothing less from him. He always liked to make things as perfect as possible.
Even this.
Tom cupped her breasts, the rough pads of his thumbs easily turning her nipples into hard peaks as Tyler’s mouth pulled the first orgasm from her.
“I’m gonna call dibs on being on the bottom because of my leg,” Tom hoarsely said, “so I hope you’re ready to ride, baby girl.”
She reached up and stroked a hand through his hair, loving the mix of grey and brown and loving every line on his face. All theirs. “Anything Master wants.”
“Goddamn, Nev! I’m gonna nut right here, you keep that up.”
She smiled. “Then Master better get his ass into position.”
He stretched out and she straddled him, bracing her hands on his chest as Tyler held Tom’s cock in position for her to impale her pussy on it.
Tom sucked in a hard breath. “Oh, yeah. That’s what I needed. Get in there, Ty.”
Tyler grabbed a condom, lube, and towel and started prepping her. For that part, Tom pulled her down on top of him and started kissing her, his hands holding her ass cheeks spread wide for Tyler.
Tyler took his time, from one finger, then two, and a third. He teased her, knowing what this was doing to her, the erotic pressure building inside her again.
While Tyler did that, Tom kept her busy, between kissing her and sucking on her nipples. She wanted to rock her body against his and rub her clit, but the men wouldn’t let her do that.
Not yet, anyway.
Wasn’t her first rodeo with them.
The last couple of months, at least, had been the good kind of crazy. The normal kind of crazy.
Normal for them.
The irony that Nevvie had learned valid social media campaign techniques that she could use to help boost Tyler’s sales wasn’t lost on her. Crystal had known her shit in that way.
But as the triad watched Andrew and Colin and their romance, they’d realized what had been missing from their own, and somehow, they hadn’t realized it’d started slipping away.
Time for them.
The kids weren’t babies anymore.
Tom was retired.
Tyler could slow his writing pace now. They were secure financially.
The day before they’d left for Brussels, the men had kept Nevvie in bed all day after the kids left for school, and since they were already packed except for their carry-ons, she couldn’t give them a valid excuse why not.
It reminded her of the old days, when they couldn’t get enough of each other.
When the three of them had still been finding their groove, and even the near-misses and misfires were still damned good.
It was time to slow their pace and enjoy each other and what they’d worked so hard to achieve.
Tom hooked a finger through her collar’s front ring as Tyler nudged in behind her, the condom-clad head of his cock pressing for entrance against her ass.
“You want him in there, baby girl?”
She smiled. “I damn sure do, Master.”
Tommy groaned, his cock twitching inside her pussy. “Fuck her, Ty. Get in there and get you some, because once I get started I ain’t stoppin’.”
She bit down on her lower lip at the familiar stretch, the pinching burn that Tom quickly turned into pleasure when he reached between her legs and found her clit with his fingers and started playing with it.
“You, baby girl, can come as much as you want.” He blew her a kiss.
She smiled and blew one back.
Tyler set the pace. Once his cock was completely sheathed inside her ass, she shifted around a little and they gave her time to get used to them and find the right position. One of the things she loved about this was how it felt having Tom’s cock pressed against her G-spot by Tyler’s.
She sat up and started rocking in time with Tyler, Tom giving her an assist with his fingers on her clit. It didn’t take long before the next orgasm squeezed out of her and squeezed the cocks inside her pussy and ass with each wave of pleasure.
“That’s it, love,” Tyler whispered. “Give it to us. Be a good pet and show us how good it feels.”
She was tired, but thought maybe one more, if they lasted long enough. She’d sleep good tonight.
And since they had no itinerary tomorrow other than lunch, they could sleep late if they wanted. She forced her eyes open and stared down into Tom’s face as she fucked them, wondering how she got to be the lucky woman who’d landed two sweet love gods of her own.
She didn’t know.
She didn’t care.
But they were hers, and she was theirs, and it was a good thing the next climax hit her when it did, because she shoved Tyler over the edge. His fingers clamped down on her hips and he pounded his cock into her ass as Tom started thrusting up into her cunt. Their overlapping moans felt like magic to her soul. Nothing existed in this moment, in this little bubble, but them.
And their love.
She collapsed on top of Tom, wrung out and ready to sleep. He stroked her hair, a playful smile quirking his lips.
“What?”
“I have a matched set now,” he said. “His and hers pets. This is really cool.”
She winced a little as Tyler withdrew from her ass, and instead of waiting, she followed him into the bathroom to clean up. But before they returned to bed she kissed him, holding him, not letting him get away until she was ready.
Tommy watched from the bed, his head tilted. “Damn, that’s better than TV.”
“Love you, Evil Genius.”
His blue gaze looked serene, content.
Peaceful.
“Love you, too, pet.”
Tommy raised his hand and wiggled his fingers at them from the bed. “Uh, yo. Master over here.”
They smiled at each other and returned to bed to kiss him and exchange I love yous. Nevvie ended up in the middle, and…
Well, yeah, they needed a bigger bed. This one was comfortable, but they were used to a larger one.
Tom lay on his good side and snuggled with her, leaving Tyler to hold his own on the far edge. He rolled toward her, draping his arm over her.
“I have a feeling there will be more frequent nekkid days in our future when we get home,” she said.
“Damn right,” Tom said. “For all three of us.”
“Don’t hear me complaining,” Tyler said.
And as she drifted to sleep, Nevvie said a silent thank you to Marcus for walking away from Tyler so many years ago.
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