“Alex, make him fuck me harder,” she begged.
He grinned at her plaintive moan. “How do you suggest I do that? I’m quite enjoying the show from over here.” He wrapped a hand around his hard again cock and began to stroke, emphasizing the point.
“Please…I need to come again.” Her eyes were on his cock, her teeth nibbling on her bottom lip. “You both make me so crazy.”
Alex winked at her and slid over to Colton. Biting his shoulder, he licked and kissed his way down Colt’s spine. He avoided his ass seam, not really knowing what to do with that spot just yet, but took a good bite of his cheek.
“That’s not going to make me go faster.” Colton panted, clearly struggling with his own steady pace but too stubborn to change it.
“How about now?” Alexis asked before sucking Colton’s balls into his mouth.
“Fuck!” Colton cried, ramming hard into Bleu’s pussy from the shock of the sensation. Alexis was surprised how much he liked Colton’s salty taste. He had been surprised yesterday when he’d sucked the gorgeous cock to orgasm and he was again today as he licked and played with the man’s sac.
“Yes, Colt,” Bleu moaned as Colton picked up the pace, no longer able to keep hold of his control. He pushed her bent legs against her chest and bent over her, completely covering her body with his, allowing her to feel his panting need as he fucked her good and hard.
Alex wanted his lovers to come, he wanted Colton to feel the pleasure of coming inside Bleu’s tight pussy as she clenched around his cock in orgasm. Knowing one would trigger the other, he pulled away from Colton’s balls and, steeling himself for bravery, trailed his lips up to the tight little hole between those sexy ass cheeks. He licked Colt’s pucker lightly, not brave enough to venture further, and was rewarded with a string of pleasured curses from his lovers.
Colton came inside Bleu and ground his hips into her clit as he pumped his cum into the condom. She followed him into pleasured oblivion. Colt collapsed on top of her, gently letting her legs down to rest on the bed and leaning his head on her breasts.
Alexis smiled at their sated state, knowing no sight as beautiful as this one. He laid out next to them, rubbing Colt’s back and giving each of them small kisses on their temples and hairlines. So beautiful.
“Need air, Colt,” Bleu mumbled, eyes still closed.
“Sorry.” He rolled off to her other side, putting her in the middle. “You’re in the middle tonight. No running off allowed.” Her eyes opened, catching Alex’s.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, tinges of red staining her cheeks. Colt propped himself up on his elbow, getting a better view of both of them. “But, Colt…this is going to turn your life upside down. You know that, right? Your father will never accept me. He hates me—”
“Is that why you left?” Alex asked, happy that she was feeling sated and open enough to talk to them about this. She nodded.
“Baby,” Colton said, kissing her cheek. “We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. Clearly my family will be the hardest to deal with but we’ll get through it. For now let’s just enjoy having and being with each other.”
She shook her head. “I refuse to be the reason you and your father have a falling out.”
“Hey. None of that,” Alex chided, kissing her eyelids. She yawned and he noticed yawn tears spring into her eyes. “Do you always cry after sex? Because if so we should have plenty of tissues on hand for all the sex that’s going to be happening here from now on.”
“I only cry after amazing, mind-blowing sex that makes me feel like I need to sleep for a week to recover.”
“Well then we should just buy stock in Kleenex, shouldn’t we?” Colton said as he nuzzled her breast, giving her hard nipple a lick. “Turn onto your stomach.”
“Why?”
“Because I saw where you have hidden your one and only tattoo.”
“If you didn’t see it I would have thought you were blind.” She scooted and scuffled until she was on her stomach, sweeping her teal and blue braid to the side, showing them her delicious backside—and the crazy huge tattoo covering her entire back.
“Whoa…I guess I am blind. How could I not have noticed this before?” Alex asked, sweeping his hand along the curves of the design.
“It’s not exactly the summer where I’m wearing tanks all the time.”
The tattoo was massive. A tree, filled with every color of the rainbow and beyond. The roots looked as if they were digging into the skin at the base of her spine. Some branches were long and filled with luscious blooms and leaves. Others were broken and shriveled with bandages, thread and tape keeping them attached to the tree.
“It’s a work in progress,” she said looking over her shoulder at the tat as they both traced the branches and limbs across her skin with their fingers.
“It’s a work of art,” Colt murmured. “You designed it?”
“Of course. I add to it as the years go by or things of significance happen to me.”
“Who physically put it on you?” Alex asked.
“Friend of mine who owns a shop a couple hours away.” She sat up so she could turn back around. “We were in rehab together. He’s the person who got me into sketching, which eventually led to the tattooing.”
“He?” Alex asked, eyebrows raised.
“Mm hmm,” she replied, showing off her delicious body in a long stretch. Colton bent and licked a nipple, biting the side of her breast.
“Did you and he sleep together?” he asked against her skin.
“How is that your business?” She sounded normal, but the indulgent hand rubbing through his hair proved her words were harsher than the intent.
“Because you, Smurfette, are ours.” Colton grinned, leaning in for a kiss.
“That makes no sense and it doesn’t matter because everybody sleeps together in rehab.”
“What?” Alex exclaimed, leaning in to nip her bare shoulder. “You’re such a liar.”
“No, seriously. It’s like band camp except with junkies.”
“You’re ridiculous.” Colton reached across her body and twined his fingers with Alex’s. “We are handcuffing you to this bed so you can’t escape.”
“OK, OK. I’m not leaving, I promise. Even though this solves nothing concerning your family, Colt.”
“It was always going to be a rough time, the three of us making a go of it,” said Alexis, squeezing Colton’s hand in his. “We just need to make sure the good times will always trump the bad.”
“I think we can manage that.” Both men pillowed their heads on her breasts, giving each other a quick kiss before relaxing into sleep.
“Guys?”
“Yeah?” they said in unison.
“I have to pee.”
“Did you sleep with him?” piped Alex, eyes still closed.
“It’s still none of your business.” She huffed.
“Then I guess you don’t need to pee that badly.” Colt’s grin was evil.
“Jerks.”
Chapter 11
Bleu grinned, feeling a hand trail down her bare stomach and work its way between her legs and into her dampening pussy.
“Morning.” Alex bit her shoulder as his forefinger flicked and played with her clit. “I think Colt is downstairs making breakfast.”
“Uh-oh.” She chuckled. “In your house? How dare heeee…” Her sentence trailed off into a moan as three of his magic fingers pushed inside her. He licked and sucked on her neck and tarnished ear as he thrust his fingers inside her. Her hips began to gyrate and push onto him, feeling that tightness begin to form deep within her belly. She moaned, clutching his arm with both hands for leverage.
Just as she felt the edge of the cliff begin to near he pulled his fingers out and flipped her onto her stomach. He quickly put a condom on and shoved inside her. She was so wet for him he slid in without any friction or struggle. He filled her completely and it was heaven on earth, as long as heaven could be described as a fast and rough morning fu
ck. And oh yes, it could be.
Alex held Bleu by her hips and pounded her, giving no leeway, no rest. There was no doubt in her mind that this was a claiming, pure and simple in its deliciously feral nature. The coupling was furious and relentless until he let her hips go and bent over her back, wrapping an arm around her abdomen and flicking her clit.
“Give it to me.” He growled the command into her ear and she delighted in obeying.
They came together and the feeling of Alex’s hips pressing against her ass cheeks as he shot his cum into her was like no other.
They panted, unable to move for a few moments until Alex rolled off of her and disposed of the condom. He came back to bed, pulling her into his arms, the transformation from sex-crazed beast to sweet and caring lover almost unnoticeable.
“Are you always this energetic in the morning?” She grinned against his chest, still panting from the rough sex.
“Usually. Sorry, was I too rough?” he asked, sounding worried.
“No, no!” she assured him. “Trust me, I thoroughly enjoyed it. Do you think…” She trailed off before finishing the sentence.
“Tell me.”
“I love that feeling, of your chest rubbing against my back as you fucked me from behind.”
“I love it, too,” he mumbled, squeezing her breast and making her shiver.
“I think you would like it…if Colt did that to you.”
He hesitated, going still, but she continued. “I know this is all still new for you but you’ll love it. I think you need to connect with him that way.” She kissed his cheek. “He needs it, too.”
“It’s kind of terrifying,” he whispered, kissing the top of her head. “I don’t know if I can do it.”
“Try. For him. For you. You need to at least try, Alex.”
“Sometimes I worry I’ll never be able to accept that…”
“Breakfast.” They looked up to see Colton, fully dressed and ready for the day, in the doorway, a bright smile on his face that was too transparent to be anything but put-on.
“Colt—” Bleu started. He shook his head and sat on the bed next to her.
“I see I missed a good time, huh?” He leaned over and gave her a nibbling kiss. “I wish I could have watched. I loved watching you both together last night.” He crawled across her to give the same kiss to Alexis, lingering for half a second more with their foreheads touching. “I can’t stay for breakfast, have to get to the office, but it’s all set out and ready for you.”
Bleu looked over at the clock reading 8:00 a.m. Her gaze moved back to Colton, eyeing the fresh clothes he was wearing. “Where did those clothes come from?”
“I left to get showered and changed.”
“You drove all the way to your place and back and then made us breakfast? When?” Alex asked, sitting up.
“I couldn’t sleep so I stepped out for a few hours. I didn’t go home. I have a place nearby where I keep some changes of clothes.”
“You have a place nearby…” Alex repeated, sounding skeptical.
“Are we ever going to see this place that is not your apartment where you happen to keep clothes?” Bleu asked.
“Maybe.” He gave them each one more quick kiss before moving back to the door.
“Did you sleep at all?” Bleu asked.
“A little.”
“Colt, wait. What are you doing tonight?” Alex asked, sitting on the bed in all his naked glory. Colton smiled as he walked back over to him, cupping his face.
“Meeting you both back here of course.” He kissed him once more and was out the door.
“He has a place nearby that we may or may not at some point in the future get to see.” She frowned at Alex who laughed. “Weird.” Shrugging off the oddity of her lover, she hopped from the bed and headed to the bathroom for a long-overdue shower. It only took about ten seconds for Alex to join her.
* * * *
Bleu was sore, but in that amazing I-just-got-the-shit-fucked-out-of-me way. A happy sore. A contented sore. And really, when was the last time she felt content, even without the soreness? She smiled to herself, hoping like hell these feelings would last and that the three of them would somehow overcome all the obstacles already placed ahead of them. The thought of Colt’s family and their inevitable judgment gave her chills even now.
Attempting to shove the apprehension of what was to come aside, she unlocked the gate to the shop, followed by the front door. After punching in the code to dismantle the alarm, she reached for the lights.
Instead of the warm lighting she had specifically chosen for the shop coming on, a musical track began to play in surround sound and the disco ball they had hung from the rafters as a joke lit up in a multicolored hue.
She spun around to see a giant banner hanging over her workspace, drawn with what looked like various sexual positions featuring two men and a woman. Above the little vignettes were the words “Fucked and fucked well. Now stop being so grumpy and give us a raise!”
It was then that she realized the song playing was “Tell Me Something Good” by Chaka Khan.
“Oh, fuck me…” she muttered, unable to keep the smile off her face at the prank her coworkers had played. “Very funny!” She was greeted by a chorus of laughing, dancing tattoo artists. It didn’t take long for her to join in on the dancing.
* * * *
Need to catch up on paperwrk, wont be by til l8r. died of embarrassment walking back into the shop thanks to you 2.
Alex grinned at the text from Bleu to him and Colt. He typed back a response.
So you’re saying you want me to cancel the singing telegram I arranged telling you how much I love when you suck my cock?
The phone pinged a new message from Colt a minute after his finished sending.
Damn. I spent all night thinking of what rhymes with ‘When I lick your cunt’
Alexis’s eyes teared from laughing. Bleu’s response was almost immediate.
OMG STOP. THE CLIENTS ARE GOING TO THINK IM CRAZY, IM LAUGHING SO HARD.
A knock sounded on his office door and he leaned over to unlock it. He smiled at his cousin, Vicky, giving her a kiss on the cheek in greeting. The woman was thirty-seven, had four kids and still looked like she was twenty with her long black hair and lack of any age lines on her face.
“Hey—” he began to say to her before his phone pinged again with a text from Colt. “Sorry, just gimme a second.”
“Take your time,” she said, one side of her mouth quirking in her odd signature grin.
Alexis: Just wait. I’m gonna show up with just a fig leaf on and sing you the raunchiest song you’ve ever heard.
Bleu: You’d give the female clients a hard attack.
Colt: “Hard attack”?
Bleu: *Heart. Stupid auto-correct.
Alex: not just the females, and that would be ‘hard’. Trust me. I’ll see you sexy kids later, my cousin is here to talk.
Colt: Later.
Bleu: Bye, nuisance.
He put his phone on the desk and promptly turned it to silent before turning back to Vicky with a smile. Vicky was more of a sister than a cousin. She was one of the major influences in overcoming the PTSD he’d suffered from nearly getting beat to death by his own father.
“Who is she?” Vicky asked, nodding to the phone.
“What?” The woman was also way too perceptive for her own good.
“The woman who has put the most beautiful grin on your face. The last time you had this kind of smile you’d just read the review of the diner in the local paper. So who is she?”
“Um…”
She punched him playfully in the arm. “You work in a diner that’s named after the woman who raised you and staffed almost completely by family. Do you really think we’re not going to find out eventually?”
“Well.” He sighed. “It’s just a bit complicated and I’m not too sure that everyone will understand.”
“How can it be complicated?” She shrugged leaning on his desk before
her eyes suddenly widened. “Fuck, is she married? I swear to Jesus, Alex, if you are sleeping with a married woman—”
He waved his hands, trying to get her to calm down and not to laugh at her.”Of course I’m not.”
“Then what about it is complicated? You’re a single man, she is a single woman. You clearly like each other. You date. Done and done.” She clapped her hands twice as if that solved the issue completely. Alex reached over and tugged at a long strand of hair lying across her shoulder.
“Not everything is so black and white, Vicky.”
She shrugged. “Only because you complicate shit and make it that way.”
“No, it just is.”
“Ugh, you are so frustrating to talk to sometimes. Does she know you like her?” He nodded. “And she likes you?”
“Vicky, it’s not that simple.”
“Why?” she pressed, tossing her long glossy hair back over her shoulder so he couldn’t play with it anymore.
“Because it’s not just a woman I’m interested in,” he admitted, knowing she wouldn’t drop the subject until he had confessed all his secrets. The woman was persistent.
She paused for a second, mulling his statement over. “I don’t understand.”
“I’m…” This was so much harder than he thought it was going to be. His family loved him and would never discard him for something as trivial as his sexuality. But he had only just discovered this side of himself and was still struggling with accepting and allowing himself to love and be loved by another man.
Seeing his struggle she dropped the sarcastic act and placed her hand on his. “Alex, you know you can tell me anything. Even though I nag, I’ll always support you. I love you like a brother. In fact I think I like you a lot more than my actual moronic brothers.”
“I’m dating her…” he admitted slowly. “But we’re also dating a man. There are three of us in a relationship together.”
She paused again, lips pursing in thought, before asking. “So…you and this man share her?”
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