Red & Blue: A MFM Romance

by Alexis Angel

  Looking up at the mirror, I smile at my own reflection. The world might not understand, but it doesn’t matter—we’re here, we’re together.

  And we love each other.

  36

  Epilogue

  I feel Carter’s hand squeeze my ass through the thin material of my skirt. He soon just loses patience and lifts it up. I whimper and bite my lip to stay quiet. If anyone caught us, it would be another scandal. And say what you will, hun, but I’m done with political scandals after the last one that almost took us all down last year.

  Although, to be quite honest, ever since we had that scandal, a lot has changed.

  Like what, you’re probably wondering, huh?

  “Oh, yes,” Carter moans as my hand travels inside of his pants and grabs his cock. His trousers are unbuckled and I’m jerking him as quietly as I can. I wonder briefly if anyone can hear us, but the roar of the crowd on the other side of the curtain is too loud. My hand uses his own precum to lube his cock, and I wonder if I’m going to make him cum or not. It might be kind of a mess if I got Carter Andrews to cum right now. There’s not really a bathroom in sight, and he’d have a giant wet spot when he gushed out a gallon of his semen onto his pants.

  But then he sticks a finger inside of my pussy and I forget everything. I close my eyes as Carter starts kissing my neck and working his finger in a come hither motion against my G-spot. This is so good. Just the perfect pick me up that I needed this morning.

  So, you know about stuff changing; this is one of them, by the way. Carter is now a lot more comfortable getting frisky in public. He’s often the one suggesting it. I mean, Carter being Carter is never going to actually come out and say it. But the way he touches me. Or the way his eyes smolder I know what he wants.

  And who would blame him? One year since the deal that Liam, Carter, and I put through the job of being Governor has become infinitely easier. A few amendments to the environmental legislation that Liam and Carter and I worked out mean that factories and industries don’t just shut down anymore. Businesses are no longer discouraged from investing in the state.

  No, rather, they receive tax credits that allow them to upgrade and refit their factories to be less polluting. The businesses aren’t saddled with huge costs, in fact they’re saddled with no costs. The environmentalists are happy because with more people using them the technology gets cheaper and cheaper. And the jobs—the jobs keep pouring in. Not just the assembly line, factory, and manufacturing jobs, but the industries that have sprung up virtually overnight that specialize in retooling and refitting these factories.

  It’s hard to believe, but the state is going through something of an economic rebirth. It’s got politicians across both sides of the aisle talking about copying what’s going on here.

  But probably more important than anything else, it’s got both sides talking. The era of hopelessness, where people couldn’t get past the arguments of the other side seems to be declining. People are realizing the power of the American spirit that by working together and standing together we can be more united.

  Sure, we still have problems. They go on and on. But we’re making progress finally. And it’s infectious.

  And to think, all it needed was a threesome.

  Speaking of threesome, where is…

  That’s when I feel another pair of hands reach over and pull down my thong as Carter takes his fingers out. Before I can respond, I feel the tip of a cock pulsing against my ass cheeks. I grimace in pleasure as I feel it pressing against me. Into me.

  I bend over slightly onto Carter to give Liam an angle. And I feel his cock, parting my pussy lips. I’m already wet; that’s not a problem. In one swift stroke, he fills me up.

  “Ungh,” I grunt, and bite my lip again.

  The state and the nation was a lot more accepting of whatever Carter, Liam, and I got up to once we proved to them that we could bring back jobs and save their environment—something that because of special interests not many politicians were able to do.

  And the fact of the matter is…I’m in love. With two men. A strong and silent alpha who I look up to, as well as a bad boy who drives me crazy with desire. Both men have something unique that I couldn’t ever find ever find in just one man. I guess that’s why I never settled down. I was always looking.

  But I can stop now.

  The roar of the crowd continues and I know we can’t keep doing this forever. This can’t be like the five-hour sex sessions that we’ve had in the past, where each man takes turns fucking me before both of them please me simultaneously.

  It’s true, hun. I really am the center of both their relationships. They pleasure me and throw me into an orbit that I’ve never been in.

  I turn to Carter, jerking him harder. I pull his cock out and spit onto it, a fierce urgency in my eyes. He grunts. I can tell he’s close.

  Liam can sense the urgency in my body too, and he increases his thrusts. This is going to be…

  Oh, my. I feel Liam’s cock throb inside of me and all of a sudden, with Carter’s hands twisting my nipples, I feel weightless.

  I close my eyes. They roll back into my head. I’m losing my grip on reality. Every sense is feeling sharp bursts of pleasure amid a slow boil that’s getting hotter.

  “Fuck,” Liam breathes out harshly and I can feel his cock spasm inside me.

  That’s enough to push me over the edge. With their two hard bodies pushed against me, I bite my lip from crying out as an orgasm washes over me.

  I shudder, moaning into Carter’s neck as I feel his cock start to spasm. Liam’s slid my thong down to my legs and I’d stepped out of it and I feel Carter’s cum hit my pussy lips. Through my wracking shudders of orgasm, I feel the interior of my pussy contract around Liam’s cock, and he lets out a grunt and within moments I can feel him spurt.

  Pleasure clouds my sense of time. All I can feel is Liam squirting inside of me. All I can feel is Carter shooting onto me.

  Eventually, after I don’t know how long, my eyes adjust to my surroundings. I hear the crowd again. They’re still cheering.

  My breathing is ragged, and my heart is racing, but I bend over as Liam pulls out and put my thong back on.

  Carter uses his finger to smear some of his own juices on my pussy.

  Good, I want them both inside me when I go on stage.

  It’ll be something only the three of us know. And you too, babe. But you’ve been with us from the beginning, so you’re like a sister to me in a way. We can have a drink and laugh about it later. How Liam and Carter’s semen are mingling inside of me, dripping down my legs as I stand and gave a speech to 15,000 people.

  We sort of got lucky when this section of the backstage area was uninhabited. A quick word to my staff and they made sure no one came in or out or bothered the three of us until it was time to go on stage. They’re good like that—giving us privacy.

  By now, Carter and Liam have put their cocks back in their pants and we’re trying to get as cleaned up as possible. There’s a mirror next to us (why didn’t we use that?) and I make sure my hair is okay.

  Listen, I know Alexis told you at the beginning to suspend your disbelief so you’re just going with it watching us have sex at this rally, but let me just tell you there is almost nothing like knowing your about to cum with this many people around you.

  Or knowing that you’ve been filled up with obscene amounts of another man’s spunk and then talking to people and they have no idea. As the two men stand by, looking innocent.

  Okay, there is no way they look innocent of anything. But no one would believe what we did.

  That’s my life. That’s our life. A happy life, I’ll be the first to admit. One where we support and help each other. Where we love each other. We take care of each other.

  A family unit—unconventional—but nevertheless a beautiful one.

  Something worth fighting for. Something that gives me hope.

  At long last, Joyce and Ida, my campaign manager and press s
ecretary, walk back stage.

  Joyce sniffs the air a bit. I bite my lip. Does it smell like sex?

  But if that’s what she thinks, then she keeps it to herself. “They’re ready for you, Senator,” Joyce says.

  I nod and follow her to the edge of the curtain. I can hear myself be introduced.

  Yes, it’s been a good year. All of our political careers are on the rise. Liam is going to run for Governor next year. Carter is going to run for my Senate seat. And I’m…

  Oh wait…they just announced me. I walk out on stage and take the podium.

  The cameras flash. But this time to capture history. The people look up with attention, but this time with love.

  “Thank you all,” I say into the microphone and pause. Thank God I met Liam. And Carter. “Ladies and gentlemen of Iowa, I am here today to formally announce my candidacy for President of the United States.”

  Like I said. It’s been a great year.

  37

  Liam

  Well, howdy there, girlfriend.

  That’s fucking right. I’m talking to you.

  You. The fucking reader. Okay, look, sorry, you’re not the “fucking reader” okay? I’m actually really happy you read through alright. I hope you liked it.

  And yeah, I fucking broke the fourth wall. Don’t worry, Alexis doesn’t know. She thinks I’m out right now at the bar, drinking the beer and watching Carter on TV. You know, where Tina Ling comes in and tries to put her hands in my fucking pants and I shoot her the fuck down?

  Anyways, I got kinda bored and I wanted to get to know you. And Vivian’s alright with it, so you know, you don’t gotta worry that I’m cheating on her. As long as it’s with you, it’s completely fucking fine.

  And you’re wondering why I said it’s not cheating? Because, you babe, are gonna feel the 12 inch cock inside of you in a few minutes.

  Yes, you. No, don’t fucking look around you. I’m talking to you. There isn’t some other reading this right? Most likely this book only sells one copy in it’s whole run and its to you.

  Yes you.

  What? You’re not fucking rolling your eyes, are you? You’re not wondering to yourself ‘Oh God, this is so silly’ are you? I guarantee it’s not going to be.

  What’s my angle? Sorry, I was just staring at your tits and thinking about what it would be like to squeeze them. You just read about me, babe, and now you’re going to have me. I’m Liam fucking Jeffries. And you are fucking mine.

  Right, you asked what the angle was. I want you to be around to read about my other fucking friends, okay? They’re bad boys too, and they want to show you what they can do. There’s Arsen, the porn kind, in Client 5. But that’s coming up after this as a bonus book anyways. Then there’s Lance Anders. He’s a 21 year dude that fucks this older woman. You can find him in Scandalous. And finally, there’s Lucien Stone. He’s in prison but he finds his fucking HEA with the sweetest little cute as a button woman who really needs rescuing too. That’s in Jailbait.

  Fine. You already read that shit or you got too much other fucking shit going on? Just bear in mind you’re saying no right now but in a few minutes you’re going to be all “yes! yes! oooh yes!” as I totally make you fucking cum.

  I mean after the last 80,000 words do I even need to describe myself? You know the tats that go up and down my arm. You’ve seen my pecs on the cover. You can feel my abs. What? You didn’t see the cock? You know it’s there, under my pants. Throbbing. Pulsing. Growing.

  So if you want more of this shit, and you liked what you read, why don’t you at least sign up for Alexis’ Naughty Angels list? That way you can listen to her go off and do her shit and maybe be an ARC reader and get bonus chapters and all that good fucking shit.

  I know, this has got to be the strangest Also By the Author and sales pitch to sign up, but hey, Alexis only asked me to ask you. She didn’t specify how. And this is the way I know best.

  So fucking sign up for this shit, okay? You can sign up here: Naughty Angels.

  Or just go here: http://eepurl.com/cu4ET9

  Don’t fucking worry, babe. I’m all done selling the shit. I was just helping out a friend, ya know? This body is yours now.

  Just go find a quiet place where no one’s going to bother you if your cheeks get red. Because they fucking will.

  And if you can’t find a place, just drown it out, and imagine yourself in my office. Deep, plus carpets. Overstuffed leather chairs. Fucking books on shelves all around me. And a mahogany desk, waiting for us.

  Imagine me as I stand over you.

  Imagine Liam Jeffries as I lean into you and close my eyes, my heart thumping harshly during that eternal fraction of a second during which I wait for our mouths to touch. When they do, I part my lips ever so slightly, fitting them on your mouth. I feel that dark energy of desire pulsing under my skin, an uncontrollable need to claim you. That’s right - since the first time I laid eyes on you that I wanted to claim you. To make you mine.

  My hands go down to your waist while we kiss, my tongue wrestling fiercely against yours. My heart is racing, all of my blood boiling as it races through my veins. Raw, violent desire - that’s the only thing I’m feeling right now. And all because of you, baby.

  I take my fingers to my collar and hurriedly untie my blood red tie. After I take it off and pull it around my neck, I push you back with my body, your ass pressed against my mahogany desk. Opening my hands, I place my fingers under your ass and lift you up slightly, making you sit on the flat surface of the desk. As you sit, I use one arm to sweep away everything that’s on our path - I don’t even flinch when I hear the sound of a keyboard, a myriad of papers and God know what else tumble down from the desk to the ground.

  “I can’t fucking wait to be inside of you,” I say against your ear, pulling out from our kiss. I nibble at your ear while you slide one hand down my chest and over my belt, flattening it against my crotch - oh, I love it, baby. There, throbbing with an almost violent desire for you, is my massive hard cock. Yes, it’s this hard because of you.

  I don’t say a word - I’m under your spell, one of lust and desire, and now there’s no going back. Not that I want to go back - not now that I feel the warmness of your body, the eagerness in your eyes.. I want this as much as I do, don’t you?.

  I hook my fingers on your top and, with a simple vicious tug, I rip it open, baring your black lace bra. I’m completely out of control and, damn, do I love being like this - I’m so hard right now that the fabric of my pants is on the verge of tearing apart. You throw your head back as I grab you by the hair; you can’t help but moan as I bury my face between your breasts, my tongue tracing the whole length of the valley between your tits.

  I don’t even bother with unclasping your bra, I simply hook two fingers on the cup of your right breast and pull, freeing your hard nipple. I pull on it with my index finger and thumb, and your skin prickles as I do it. With both hands you grab my head, forcing me down towards your chest; I go willingly, parting my lips and taking your rosy nipple inside my mouth. It feels delicious, let me tell you. I can feel you breathing raggedly through gritted teeth as I circle your nipple with my tongue, lapping at it with the ferocity of a man that won’t be denied. Oh, trust me on that, baby… I won’t be denied.

  As I keep licking you, you let go of my head and I unclasp your bra, pulling both straps down your shoulders. The moment I feel the cups on your tits loosening, I yank them out of your body harshly, throwing the bra onto the ground before lunging at you again with my open mouth. You run your hands through my hair, pulling on it with almost enough strength to hurt me, but I don’t care - I’m grabbing your breasts, taking my time with each of your nipples.

  Fuck, I didn’t know that it was possible to feel this much pleasure just from sucking on your nipples. Where have you been hiding all of my life, baby? You’re so fucking delicious that I just want to taste every inch of your body.

  You start to rub your hand in circles over my crotch, massaging my
hard cock in a frenzy. With my free hand I untuck my dress shirt, pulling it from my pants. Letting go of my crotch, you rest both your hands on my chest and push me slightly back - I look at you with wide hungry eyes, desperate to feel every inch of your body. With a wicked grin, I push on my shirt with as much strength as I can muster, the buttons popping up with a muffled sound and scattering around on the carpeted floor. I push the crisp white shirt down my shoulders, anxious to feel your fingers on my muscles. I know you want to touch my pectorals and abs, no need to hide that from me, baby - I’m more built than any man you have ever came across, we both know it.

  You run your fingertips over my pectorals, letting them fall down the hills of my washboard abs. If I was hard before, I don’t know what to say about the state I’m in right now. Your touch just makes me go fucking delirious.

  Smiling, you unbuckle my belt; I know you want to take it off and lower my pants, but I give you no time for it. Before you can react I’m on you again, my mouth tightly pressed against yours. You part your legs wide, allowing me to fit my body between your thighs. I’m thrusting with my hips already, an almost unconscious desire to feel my shaft against your pussy taking control of me.

  But, lucky for you, I’m a patient man.

  Pulling back slightly, I reach in between your legs with one hand, taking my fingers under your skirt and up your inner thigh. I can’t help but grit my teeth the moment my fingertips touch your drenched thong. I flick my index finger at it, tracing the contour of the fabric with maddening patience. Then, without warning, I press my flat hand between your thighs; I hear you moan through gritted teeth, and the sound of it makes me close my eyes as flames of pleasure go from my hard cock to my brain.