“Don’t,” Peyton says. I stop, not because I want to, but because it’s what he tells me to do. “Lie back,” he orders. I do as I’m told yet again, getting comfortable on my back. He’s turned at some point, and he’s now behind her. “The fluffer, on the set of a pornographic movie, is the person whose job it is to make sure the actors keep an erection. But they don’t have sex with the actors.”
I whimper a little at that thought. Having Charlie so close, turning me on, and not having sex with me? I don’t think I can take that.
She bends forward, and licks my chest. I place my hands against my sides, and grab hold of the sheet under me. When her hot little tongue finds my nipple, I nearly jump off the bed. She gives me a throaty laugh, which vibrates against the overly sensitive area. Then I feel her fingers lightly trailing over my chest, and up my arm. My eyes are glued to what her mouth is doing, until I feel one of her dainty little hands lingering at the waistband of my briefs. I feel a jolt of pleasure right under my skin, that moves down my stomach, and makes my manhood throb.
My breathing comes quicker. I feel dizzy. I’m already anxious, and this is making it worse. My hands are balled into fists. “I can’t…”
“Can’t, what?” Peyton asks. I look over at him, and find that he’s watching us, and he’s rubbing himself.
This is not fair! “Can I touch…” I can’t finish the sentence with Charlie here, with her tongue now trailing downward, following her fingers that are still just outside of my underwear. She’s tantalizing, intentionally provoking me. Why are they doing this to me? Why would Charlie go along with him, just because he told her to?
“Touch what, Asher?” he murmurs.
“It’s not fair!” I wail, and move to pull her on top of me. I will have her.
“Asher, she’s on her period,” Peyton reminds me, calmly.
“Ahhh!” I cry out. Charlie has the nerve to giggle, against my belly button. “Why are you doing this to me!”
He moves, and he’s kneeling beside her. “Tell me what you want, stud.”
“I want to fuck her,” I murmur, through gritted teeth. She moans against my stomach, and licks right above my briefs. “That’s it! I can’t take anymore!” I pull my underwear off, and my dick springs out at her. I feel the wetness on the cotton garment as I pull it off. I can’t remember ever being this turned on, knowing, knowing I won’t have sex.
I angle myself toward her, so that it’s very near her mouth. The next thing I know, Peyton is behind me, and he grabs my ass. Shit! Oh, no, he’s going to fuck me. He’s going to fuck my ass, while she’s in the room. While she’s in the bed. While she’s watching him fuck me.
“I…” My voice cracks. I can’t. What will she think? Will she think it’s gross? Will she think less of me, for some reason? I mean, she knows that we have sex, but she doesn’t know that I’m the bottom. She has no idea of the things that he’s done to me, things that I allow him to do. Things that I want him to do to me.
“Charlie, I…” I begin. Then I feel his fingers against my hole. I move away, but I thrust against her, and I feel her lips against the tip.
“Gawd, yer soakin’ wet Mr. Glass.” The deep, throaty voice is back, along with the accent. She’s turned on too, but I’m sure not nearly as much as I am.
I feel his fingers thrust inside me, just as her tongue flicks at the tip. I close my eyes. This feels incredible. I know that he’s just lubing me up. I know he’s going to be inside me soon. I’m nervous. How will Charlie react?
Abruptly his fingers are gone, and her tongue is gone, and I feel almost hollow. I might have been nervous of what she would think of me, but I’m afraid now. I’m afraid they’ll stop. And I ache.
I’m whimpering again. I’m Peyton’s submissive again, waiting and willing to take whatever he wants to do to me, for our mutual sexual satisfaction. And I’m ashamed. I want to be the strong one, the person Charlie depends on, her protector. She’ll never see me that way if…
One big hand grabs me, right at my ribcage, as the tip of his thick member is against my entrance. I want it. All of it. Now.
I push my hips back, and the tip pops in. “Ooooohhh,” escapes my lips. He shoves into me, as I press back, and he slides all the way in. “Ohhhh fuck.” My head goes back, and lands on his shoulder. And then he does something strange. He begins to kiss my neck, and my ear. As I’m trying to figure that out, I feel a tongue slide down the nerve under the head of my prick. “Aaahh!” I moan. Then her mouth engulfs me.
The head of Peyton’s cock is pressing, massaging my prostrate, as her mouth is working that uber sensitive spot. I begin to rock my hips, and find a rhythm. I slide onto his cock. I slide into her mouth. Each time a little farther, a little deeper.
“So good, stud. She’s such a good girl too. You’re both so good,” he mutters, before he licks my earlobe.
Her hand reaches out to grab my hip, and there’s that feeling of worry again. I’m afraid she’ll push me away. But then she pulls me into her mouth, as her other hand cradles my balls.
“Yes!” I scream.
It’s overwhelming. It’s so perfect. Why was I nervous? This feels better than anything. This is amazing! The rhythm is flawless. In, out, and in. In, out, and in. We are moving as one being, and I am at the center. It’s all for my pleasure. We are absolutely focused on my ecstasy, my bliss.
Then I hear, “I’m gonna come,” whispered against my ear. I know what’s going to happen, and I feel an earthquake beginning inside me. He rams into me, hips grinding against my ass. As he does, I feel the head of my cock against the back of her throat. Her hand jerks away from my balls, and she starts to moan. The sensation of it, all of it, is breathtaking.
“Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh fuck!” I chant. My hands find her hair, and hold her, against me, as he’s coming deep inside me. It’s tight, everything inside me, wound like a spring. I’m on that edge, that precipice, that glorious state of nirvana.
I see a blinding light behind my eyes, and too soon the spring bursts, and I feel the come shooting out of me, into her. Why am I not in her pussy? Why can’t I shoot deep into her womb?
Then I feel her throat tighten as she swallows, and I scream. That is too fucking much! Until I feel Peyton’s large hand cover my mouth, and quiet the sound. I try to pull away, but I’m against his rock solid body. So I grab her hair, and force her away from me.
I hear the pop, feel the chill around the wetness of my cock, and I shiver. It’s almost soothing after the heat of her mouth.
“Ummmm,” she moans, and moves up my body until I feel her cheek against my chest. “That was intense.”
I want to agree, but a muffled “Uhhhh,” is all that comes out. I wrap her up in my arms, and pull her closer. She snuggles into me, and I melt.
I was afraid to do it. Now I’m afraid I’ll never experience it again.
Peyton removes his hand, but doesn’t pull out. I know that’s going to hurt in the morning. But when I hear, “I love you both,” spoken loud enough for her to hear too, somehow I know I won’t mind a little unpleasantness.
“I love you both,” I sigh back, and smile broadly. I don’t expect her to say it, yet. It’s all very new, and she’s not ready.
Then Charlie wraps her arm around my waist, but I don’t feel her hand land on my hip. Is her hand on Peyton’s skin? Will I constantly be jealous of the two of them touching? Then I hear “I love you both.” I feel the words against my chest, and inside my heart.
Can it be? Do I get them both forever? Can a person be that lucky?
I sigh contentedly. My dream has come true. I am complete. I am whole.
Chapter Thirty-Three
I feel fingertips tracing a line from my hand to my elbow, and over my bicep to grab my shoulder. I also feel lips on my neck, and a warm body behind me. “Ummmmm…” I moan. I keep my eyes closed, and snuggle into him. I just want to enjoy it. That’s when I feel something weird against my lower back. It feels like a fist, brushing against my
skin, right over my sweats.
“I think we woke our baby girl up,” I hear muttered into my ear. That’s when I realize it’s Peyton who is curled around my body. I tense up for a moment.
“It’s about time. You’ve been moaning in her ear for five minutes.” Asher’s voice is deep yet breathless, and too far away.
“What am I supposed to do when I wake up between the two of you, and your hand is on my cock?” Peyton replies. His voice is gravelly, and his lips are hot and wet.
Suddenly I feel extremely horny, like it just hits me. In one moment, I’m languidly waking up, and in the next a wave of desire crashes over me. And damn it, I’m on the rag. Maybe it’s the hormones, or maybe, it’s having two gorgeous, sexual men in bed with me. Will I ever get used to it?
Peyton’s hand moves from my shoulder, down to my breast. “Your nipples are hard, babe. Do you want something you can’t have?” His mouth is against my neck, his fingers are pinching my nipple, and his voice is super sexy. Now I know how frustrated Asher must have felt last night. We might have teased him for a little while, and got his cock harder than I’ve seen it, but I think he enjoyed it. Judging from the way he came buckets down my throat, he must have. The whole experience was so fucking hot, I ended up making myself orgasm, period be damned.
Seducing Asher, making him go out of his head with lust, and then watching him respond as Peyton fingered him was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I know they’re lovers, I’ve walked in on Peyton sucking Asher’s dick. But knowing it, and watching as Peyton fucked Asher, was completely different. Asher was so hard, so forceful, so demanding, it ended up making me crazy. Maybe even more crazy than when they both fucked me.
I move one of my hands down my stomach, spread my legs, and begin rubbing myself. I don’t care that I’m still dressed, that I’m wearing a pad, I need release. “Are you fucking him, Asher?” I moan. I have to know, to fuel the lust that’s consuming me.
They both tense up immediately. Did I say the wrong thing? I stop rubbing myself too. “What’s wrong?”
“He doesn’t fuck me, Charlie,” Peyton informs me, with a bit of an edge in his voice.
“Why not?” I wonder aloud. The blanket of desire that had enveloped the three of us has been lifted, for some reason. Asher’s hand has even stopped caressing his lover. Our lover?
“Because I’m the top, and he’s the bottom,” Peyton says, before he rolls over onto his back, removing his hand from my breast. “And I didn’t tell you to stop.” He says it to Asher, I know.
“Aren’t you curious, though? After last night….” I continue to question, and roll over onto my side facing the two of them. And I get an eyeful of Peyton’s athletic body, stretched out comfortably, while Asher gives him a hand job.
Asher is again wearing his underwear, dark blue briefs, and nothing else. I can see his erection straining against it. Why doesn’t Peyton want it inside him? I mean, Asher’s penis is amazing, and after last night, I can only imagine how good anal sex is - for men anyway. I mean, it was amazing when Peyton did it to me.
Now all I can think about is Asher, and how his fantastic penis has been underutilized in the relationship. No wonder he enjoys being with me so much. I slide between Peyton’s legs, and he spreads them and shoves his hips off the bed. Maybe he thinks I’m going to suck him off. Well, I’m not. I move again, to wiggle myself between Asher’s legs, and tug on his briefs just enough to release his swollen and twitching cock. Asher’s eyes grow wide, as I lower myself to take it into my mouth.
Maybe Peyton gets his hand job in the morning, but I’m going to give Asher a blow job he’ll never forget. I use my tongue, slowly circling the head, while my hands go down to cup his balls. And then…
“Charlie!” he gasps, as he feels my fingers slide down. Not that I’ve ever done this before, but how hard can it be? I angle between his cheeks, down his crack, and he spreads his legs for me. “Charlie,” he moans, as I find the right spot. He leans forward so he can watch me, as my finger explores. “Get it wet,” he says. His head is still in my mouth, and I shove my finger in beside it. “Ummm…”
I haven’t been with many men, and I wouldn’t call myself adventurous in the sack, but I feel absolutely no shyness with these two. I mean, after what we’ve done together? Once my finger is wetted, I return it back to the hole, and shove it in. It’s softer, and slicker than anything I’ve felt, even my own sex. And he wiggles against my hands. He likes it.
“Charlie,” he groans, as I move my mouth up and down on him, while moving my finger tentatively in and out. Our eyes are locked. I’m bringing him closer and closer to orgasm, with both my hands and my mouth. He looks bewildered by me, captivated. And I’m so happy. Take that, Peyton! .Finally after several moments of working his most sensitive areas, he warns me, “I’m gonna come straight down your throat, so hard.” One hand goes to my hair, to hold me, as his orgasm fills my mouth.
“Ummmm…” I moan.
“Fuck, I’m coming,” Peyton groans.
In my desire to take care of Asher, I’d forgotten how horny I was. I’ll live though. I just hope Peyton is jealous. Is that bad? Probably. But as I release his cock, and lay my head on his stomach, all I can think of is taking care of this gorgeous man that I’ve found, and seeing to all of his needs, especially since Peyton won’t.
“That was incredible, Charlie. Where did you learn to do that?” Asher asks, as he grabs my shoulders, bringing me up his body. I move my weight with him, and slide upward until our chests press together. He shivers when my breasts meet his skin.
I look up into his eyes, and I’m captivated yet again. He’s beautiful, almost magical. I want to wake up with him every morning. When I gaze at him, I have the courage to release my fears, and admit my feelings.
“I love you,” I whisper, as I kiss his neck.
I hear a low throaty chuckle, and movement on the mattress beside me. “She learned it from us, of course. Next time, I want a blow job like that,” Peyton demands, as he curls up around our sides and wraps his arm around my waist.
For one enchanted moment, I almost forgot I don’t have Asher all to myself. I kiss Asher one more time, then turn to face Peyton.
“Only if you like things in your ass,” I challenge.
He sighs, and reaches out to lightly touch my cheek. “Baby steps, my girl. I’m trying to get used to sharing my stud. I have a woman in my bed. And my supposedly gay partner wants babies with his girlfriend. I’m adjusting to a lot right now. Let me go at my own pace.”
I’ve been focusing my attention on Asher, and I forget sometimes that we’re all trying to figure this thing out. “I’m sorry.” I give him a shy smile, and he returns it as his fingertips explore my face.
“You’re skin is so soft, girl,” he murmurs, as if he’s fascinated by it.
“And you aren’t soft anywhere, big guy,” I reply.
“Big guy?” He chuckles as he says it.
“Well, you have nicknames for me and the stud, so I guess you need one too.” I punctuate it with a kiss on the tip of his nose, and then crawl out of the bed. The sun’s not up yet. I’ll just slip into my room and take a shower, and let the two of them have some bonding time, alone. I don’t think they’ve had much since Elise and I invaded their lives.
I put my shirt back on, and glance over at them. Peyton curls up around Asher, who smiles contentedly.
*****
“I want biscuits and gravy,” I hear from the kitchen. I can’t believe Elise is already awake at six thirty. I thought that I would be up before her today, shower, make some coffee, and watch the sunrise. That’s not happening.
“Okay. Would you like eggs as well?” I open the door, and find Anna pouring a glass of orange juice for Elise.
“Scrambled!” My daughter is sitting at the island, with one of her favorite coloring books and crayons. She takes the glass, and takes a big gulp of juice.
“What do you say, Elise?” I ask, as I approach them.
/> “Thank you, Ms. Anna,” Elise says, and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. I’m a failure as a mother.
“Thank you for keeping an eye on her. I really do appreciate it. I’d hoped to be up before her today.” I hope she hears in my voice how much grateful I am for her.
“It’s no problem. I’m just glad to have a little one around. Maybe now we’ll have more,” Anna says with a grin.
I try to suppress a sigh. Does everyone in this house have baby fever but me?
“Have more what?” Asher asks as he enters the room. He gives me a huge grin, showing his perfect teeth, and a dimple in his right cheek I’ve never noticed before. But I don’t think I’ve seen him smile quite that brightly either. His dark eyes sparkle with joy. He automatically moves toward me, and I shake my head slightly. So he walks around me toward the cabinets, but his hand brushes my ass as he does it.
“Little ones,” Elise answers, and turns her attention to Asher. “What does that mean?”
“Little people, like you,” he replies, and musses her light brown hair.
She frowns at him, and informs him seriously, “I’m not little. I’m eight.”
“I think what she means is that she enjoys having you around, as we all do. And, we might, in the future, enjoy having more children in the house.” My daughter gazes at Asher intently as he speaks, and he gives her his full attention. I like that. I also like that he doesn’t talk down to her.
“But how can we get more children?”
Anna laughs out loud, before she stifles her giggle. Of course it would be amusing to someone who doesn’t have to have the talk with a child. I swallow my groan, and sigh loudly.
“I think you know I like your mother. And I think she likes me too. And sometimes when people love…” I gasp at that. The full weight of Asher’s dark eyes land on me, and they are magnificent. How could anyone look into those eyes and think he doesn’t feel? They are glittering with feelings, including hope. But the most important one is love. He is going to tell her. He doesn’t think it’s too soon. And it makes my chest tighten. I bite my bottom lip, and look away. “Sometimes when people fall in love, like your mother and I have, they want to bring children into the world.”
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