“I don’t know,” Colt said, taking a moment to look at his lovers before straightening. “But fuck him. Nobody, not my dad or anyone else in my family, is allowed to treat you that way. Never again, Bleu. You’re not a fuck up. You’re not a failure. You’re amazing and awe inspiring.” He cupped her face. “You two are my life now. I won’t stand by and let you be hurt.”
“I love you,” she whispered, a tear finally streaking down her cheek. “I’m sorry I disappeared. I just needed to decompress. And…” She took a deep breath, a small smile creasing her lips. “My friend and I have never slept together. He’s just a really good friend who does my tats. I swear.”
“You don’t need to swear. We were just giving you shit about that, baby.”
“Want to see what I did while I was gone?” They nodded and she removed her shirt, showing them the bandaged-covered portion of the center of her back. “You can take the bandage off. There’s been enough time.”
They gently removed the bandage, peeling off tape and bloodied gauze to see the trunk of her tree carved with three sets of initials—their initials, and a sweet, choppy-looking heart surrounding them. “It’s roughly hewn, but it’s strong and enduring.”
“Are you calling us rough, Smurfette?” Colt teased through the intense emotions fighting to be released. She carved their names into her body, literally marking herself as theirs. It stoked every possessively male fire he had in his body, revving his lust exponentially.
“Mmm, in the best possible way.” She turned back to them, expression serious again. “This relationship is gonna be rough. As much as we didn’t want to hear it, your mom was right, Colt. You can’t take the both of us as dates to weddings or expect us to be accepted by everyone.”
“I don’t care about that.”
“There are things, unpleasant things, we’re gonna have to accept as part and parcel of this relationship. But I’m willing to say fuck it, and give it a go.”
“I’ve always been willing,” Alex said, brushing her hair off her shoulder and leaning into Colt.
“Me, too.”
“Then do you promise…” She stuck her tongue out between her closed lips in a mock intense thought process, squinting her eyes until the idea popped into her head and she said, “To love me no matter what color my hair is?” They laughed, nodding, taking turns relieving each other of their clothes. “Do you promise to love me no matter what my past is?”
“I do,” they said, kissing her cheeks, taking her top off and throwing it to the ground.
“Do you promise to love me even if my restaurants tank and I’m a complete failure and lose the will to cook ever again?”
“I do,” Colt said, unbuckling Alex’s jeans and pushing them to the floor, along with his underwear and boots.
“No cooking?” Bleu asked. Colt elbowed her. “Ow. I do.” She made a face at Alex, laughing at Colton, as she divested Alex of his shirt, leaving him in just his socks.
“Do you promise to love me even though I’m an ass that kept you in the closet with me?” Colt asked.
Alex came from behind, wrapping his arms around Colton’s chest and pulling his shirt from his jeans. He lifted the shirt off and pressed bare skin against bare skin. “We’re not in there anymore,” he said in a deep and lustful whisper. Colton stopped Bleu before she set in on his jeans. Instead he knelt and worked on hers, staring up into her eyes with a solemn expression. “Do you promise to love me even though my dad was the cause of your breakdown?” He unsnapped the button and unzipped. “Will you love me even though it took me all these years to find you?” He pulled down her jeans, grabbing her panties on the way, his knuckles skimming her tantalizingly smooth skin. “Do you promise to always love me, even though it will take me ten lifetimes to show you how much I love you both, to prove that I’m worthy of your love?” Bleu played with the ends of his hair, smiling down at him. Alex moved to their sides, also meeting Colt’s gaze, his cock at full staff.
“You never need to prove yourself to us, but yes, I do.” She smiled, stroking Alex’s arm as they both smiled, the love in their eyes all Colton could see.
“I do,” Alex said, and Colton licked up his hard cock and sucked the tip into his mouth. His tongue twirled and twisted around the cockhead, dipping into the slit. His lips suckled and nibbled gently. Colt’s hands were on his lovers’ thighs, one on each to steady them. With a wicked gleam in his eye, he abruptly engulfed Alex’s cock, taking him down to the hilt. The taste was sinful. Salty and everything a man should be. He pulled off of him, sucking with everything he had to the music of Alex’s moans.
He turned to Bleu and dipped his face between her legs. Her cream was gushing and Colton knew it was caused by watching him suck Alex off. Her response to their lust was intoxicating, along with how vocal she was during sex. She cried out as Colton’s tongue speared her pussy lips, finding her clit and beginning a relentless pace.
Alexis knelt next to Colton, his hand reaching for Colt’s jeans. Colt adjusted his stance so Alex could strip him down, never giving up his pursuit of Bleu’s pleasure. She had her hands in his hair, moaning and crying for more. He gave it to her, slipping two fingers into her cunt. She was squeezing the life out of him. He couldn’t wait to get inside her.
“I want you both,” she said as he fucked her with his fingers. “I want you both inside me.” Alexis pulled Colton up, forcing him to relinquish his mouth’s hold on Bleu’s delicious pussy, but he kept his fingers within her.
“Upstairs,” Alexis panted, grabbing Colt’s now free cock and stroking. Colton could come just from the feel of his large hands on him. The way he handled him was so rough and needy, he loved it. “Now.”
Colton kissed Bleu, shoving his tongue past her lips with a grunt, tasting her, sucking on her tongue. He pulled back and without a word picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder.
“This again?” She laughed as they ran upstairs to the bedroom.
* * * *
Once the guys had her upstairs, they tossed her on the bed, literally. She complained, but she loved every second of it. Bleu loved how they could go from needing and wanting one second to playful the next. They knew how to temper their loving with humor and it made everything that much better, that much more important. It meant they knew who she was and what she needed in bed. They knew who she was and still loved her for it.
She was a riot of need and emotion as the knowledge stirred her lust higher. “Now,” she said, lying on her back and stroking her fingers over her body, needing to be touched. “I want you both inside me, please.”
They stood at the edge of the bed, staring down at her and touching each other. They were always touching. Colt had his hand on Alexis’s ass. She could see his arm smoothing his hand over the plump flesh. Alexis was staring down at her, mouth open and eyes wide with lust, but his hand was feeling its way down Colton’s chest, toward the sexy, thick length of cock that needed some place to go.
Alexis began to stroke Colton’s shaft, slowly lifting from base to tip and lingering, playing with the slit. She moaned again, unable to handle the stimulating visual. Then Colton grabbed Alex by his neck and pulled him into a kiss so hot Bleu felt her juices begin to drip down her thighs just from watching.
“Please,” she begged again, squeezing her nipples with one hand and dipping into her pussy with the other.
Alexis grunted and pulled Colton onto the bed, climbing over her. Colton moved to the bedside table for the condoms and lube but was soon back with them, running his hands up and down her body, driving her crazy. He moved to edge down her body but stopped at her waist, grabbing hold and lifting so she landed on Alex’s chest, who had lain down on his back next to them.
“My turn to have this ass, baby,” Colt murmured, spreading her ass cheeks and then making Bleu jump as she felt his tongue rimming her. Oh fuck, nothing was as good as that. She kissed Alexis, making him swallow her cries. His hands lifted her hips and she felt his long cock skim her entrance. She ne
eded him inside her with a fire that couldn’t be quenched, that would never be quenched. She would never get enough of them.
“No condom,” she panted, trying to keep from screaming when Colt’s tongue dipped into her back passage. “Ah, Colt. No condom. I’m clean. I went back on birth control. Please I just want you both as you are.”
“Yes. Yes. Me, too, clean.” Alexis groaned, so gone it seemed he could barely speak in full sentences.
“Get in me,” she cried as Colt helped lift her hips and position Alex’s cock in perfect alignment. He pushed his hips up and his long, bare cock stretched her completely. And it felt so good, so perfect, so the way they were meant to be. No barriers. “Yes!” She pumped his cock inside her, squeezing him with those tender inner muscles, unable to keep from moving. Writhing in that instinctual motion, making love to him.
“Keep still, baby,” Colton whispered, laying on top of her and positioning his cock. His bare, lubed cock, against her anus. She clenched, nervous once more. She knew he would be gentle but it was still so new. So overwhelming she was almost scared of feeling it again. “You ready for me?” he asked, always checking to make sure she was OK and that she wanted it.
“Always. Always for you both.” And he pressed the tip against her pucker, rubbing it at an excruciatingly slow pace but loosening her up, relaxing her until it popped through that first ring of muscles. “Colt, yes! More, more, more.” Fuck, she couldn’t hold back when she was with them.
“God, baby. Your ass is perfect.” He used little thrusts to push his shaft forward, kissing the back of her neck and her spine, making her feel loved. “Are you, OK? I can’t—oh fuck—I can’t hold back anymore.”
“Do it.” She moaned, biting Alex’s shoulder, who, while waiting for Colton to push his way inside her completely, had begun to sweat and moan. “Alex needs to move.”
“Fuck yeah I do.” He grunted, barely containing the animal Bleu knew was inside him. “Colt, I feel your cock in her and it’s driving me crazy.”
“I feel you, too. Bleu, you sucked my cock into your perfect hole so beautifully.” Colt pulled back as Alexis pushed in further and then shoved with all his might inside her. “Yes, like that.” He thrust again. “Just like that.”
Colt’s chest was fully against her back, she was truly sandwiched between her men. Alexis pulled out as Colton thrust in. Over and over again. Alexis shifted slightly, making his groin rub against her clit. His fingers dug into her hips and his thrust became more erratic. She was so full, overwhelmed again but in a good way. A perfect way. Her heart was pounding and she needed to feel that cliff fall away, needed to release that pressure that was building within her. Everything was twisting up inside of her. She needed to come.
* * * *
Colton grabbed Alexis’s hands off of Bleu’s hips and crushed them to the bed, entwining their fingers. Alexis loved it. He loved that although they were fucking Bleu, making love to her, Colton and Alexis still had that tactile connection. They still made love to each other. The three were truly connected and the moment was transcendent. He felt their souls align through the joining of their bodies.
Alexis felt Bleu’s pussy muscles squeezing him tighter and tighter. The breathy moans and short grunts told him she was going to come soon. He couldn’t wait to feel what it was like when her pussy came around his bare cock. Soon, it was gonna happen soon.
“Can’t hold it.” Colton moaned above them, driving the action with his forceful thrusts. “Your ass is too tight, so tight, so—” He gasped, his eyes connecting with Alex’s, coming inside their girl. God, Alex wanted to feel that. Colts hot cum splashing against inner walls so private it was only shared with his lovers.
Bleu moaned and her pussy squeezed his cock so tightly he bit her, where shoulder met neck. Alex came with a fierce grunt, tunneling his cock in and out of her, milking the last of his cum into her hot pussy, holding onto Colt’s hands. Her pussy was pulsing, egging his orgasm on and on. Her juices were so hot around his cock. It was all so base and animalistic. The way he loved it. They stayed like that for a few moments, ensconced in one another, enjoying the feel of their connected bodies and whispering words of love.
Alexis’s heart pounded. His hands were still laced through Colt’s and his tongue was lazily lapping at the spot he’d bitten Bleu. The base creature within him loved marking her. They were probably crushing her between them but he couldn’t force himself to pull out of her sweet pussy just yet. He loved feeling his cock snuggled in her depths with Colt’s just on the other side of that thin wall.
“I want to show you both something,” Colton said, still panting.
“Is it the something?” Bleu asked, lifting her head and wriggling her bottom, giving Colt the go-ahead to relent his hold on her. He pulled out, gently followed by Colton, and got up to retrieve a warm washcloth to soothe her sore muscles.
“Yes, the something.” Colt laughed, rolling her onto her stomach so Alexis could get to her ass, just as Colt had done for him after their first time. Colt smiled warmly at him, knowing their minds were on the same memory.
“Oh my God, stop with the cleaning.” She turned to Alex with a quick kiss. “Even though it’s very sweet and I love you for it. But stop and let’s go see the mystery project. Quick, before he changes his damn mind.” She leaped out of bed, jumping up and down, muttering that her ass hurt but that it was totally worth it.
Alex grinned up at Colton, sharing a laugh at her antics. He moved to get out of bed, knowing if they weren’t dressed and at the car in ten minutes, Bleu would unfairly threaten to withhold that delicious body of hers from them. But with a tug of his arm and a grunt, Colton had Alex pinned beneath him, hands around his wrists and cock rubbing against his own recovering length.
“Again?” Alex grinned at his lover, lifting his hips to emphasize his point. Colton’s mouth slanted against his. The kiss was soft and slow, nothing like the passionate fury in which they’d taken each other moments ago. He lived for that fury, but this was good, too. It was more than good. It was heaven.
“I love you,” Colton whispered against his lips. “Thank you for loving me.”
Alex pulled his wrists from Colton’s grip to frame his face. He expected to see doubt and need when he looked into those crystal clear green eyes. Instead he saw such a hunger, such a raw and desperate need for his love it nearly broke his heart. He hooked his leg around Colt’s knee and gave himself the leverage to flip their positions.
Alex showered Colton’s face in licks and kisses, showing him without words the tenderness in his heart he felt for this man. He nuzzled Colt’s jaw and nipped his earlobe. He trailed luxurious kisses down his throat and sculpted chest right over where his heart lay. He looked Colt directly in the eyes as he lay a final kiss over that sacred spot, claiming it on behalf of Bleu and himself. “You’re ours. We will love you unconditionally for the rest of our lives and never, not once, will you ever need to thank us for our love. Got it?” There was a sheen of tears glimmering in Colt’s eyes.
Before Colton could reply, Bleu dashed into the room, half dressed. Her hair was a wild mane, as usual, flying all over her petite and sexy body. She had a thick sweater and scarf on, prepared for the cold winter weather, but her bottom half was not nearly as ready. She seemed to have put her boots on without any pants or underwear, which was made clear as she bent over on hands and knees, ass in the air, searching under the bed.
“Has anyone seen my sweatpants?” Alex couldn’t help himself. He reached over and dealt a resounding smack on her well-rounded bottom. She yelped and sat up to look back at him in surprise. He grinned. “I love you, Smurfette, but quit wasting time and get ready already!”
“Get ready? You’re not even dressed yet—Ah!” He tugged her onto the bed to give her butt another smack. He had her bent over his legs in traditional spanking fashion. In this position, despite her protests, he could see her pussy lips becoming wet.
“I think you’re stalling just so I’ll kee
p smacking you.” He looked over to see Colton’s cock coming to full attention. Clearly Bleu wasn’t the only one who enjoyed a spanking.
“I think she needs to be taught a lesson about dawdling.” Colton nodded, knee walking over to them, cock aiming straight for Bleu’s mouth.
Needless to say…it was a long while later that they finally dressed to get out of bed.
Chapter 19
Colton pulled up to the apartment, heart pounding and hands sweating within his gloves from nerves. He knew the model house was finished and he knew Alex and Bleu would love it. But this was the final part of himself that he had to share with them. The passion project, his dream home, which he’d been working on for years ever since he got the job with the firm, was his baby. Every nook and cranny of that house was dreamed and rendered to perfection. The wonderful and frustrating hours he spent working on it were well worth it, in his opinion. But this would be it. After showing it to them and then building it, living in it, what then? What did he spend countless hours working and obsessing over then?
“Hey! Do we get to see it or what?” Alexis called from the entrance to the apartment, his arm banded around Bleu’s shoulders, keeping her warm.
Colt locked the door to the car and quickly walked the ramp to let them in. He turned the lights on and moved to the large window to watch their reactions.
It took him a while to decide the style of home he wanted but he’d eventually decided on a country home style, albeit his was a slightly grander version of the traditional country home style. It was an elegant yet cozy three stories, if you counted the lookout. The outside was a pristine white with classic red trims and a massive wraparound porch. It was asymmetrical in its layout and featured a gable roof, emphasized by the dormer windows. Country floor plans offer big kitchens, which is another reason he was glad he stuck to this plan.
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