***** When I asked Austin what he wanted for his birthday, he said one word; me. At first, I didn’t understand, and it wasn’t until he undressed us both and took me to bed that he explained exactly what he meant.
Over the last three months, two and a half of which we’ve been living together, I’ve learned more about myself and the men I share a bed with than I could ever have imagined. They have shared their hopes and dreams for the future, where they see themselves and us in ten years, how many children they want, and their very detailed, highly erotic fantasies.
In return, I’ve told them about my family and the little girls I teach, that I want to get married and have four kids, but not until my business has taken off and I have the funds to stay home and take care of them. And lastly how I hadn’t known I was missing such a large piece of myself until we became an us and they finally made me whole.
Occasionally, I still struggle to reconcile how the three of us will make our relationship work in the long-term, but every time I have any doubts, one or both of my men set about erasing everything until all I can think about is them.
“Hi, Mia. I have your order out back, just let me go and get it,” Margret, the woman working at the post office beams.
I haven’t told anyone, not even Jump and Austin, but for weeks now I’ve been feeling under the weather. At first, I thought it was just a bug; Violet has caught it at school, and I figured I must have picked it up from her. But as the says wore on and one week turn into two, then three, and eventually four, I knew it was time to stop lying to myself.
“Thanks, Margret,” I reply when she hands me the parcel.
“Tell Austin I said happy birthday, and that we don’t see him nearly enough these days.” “I will, and thank you again. You’re a lifesaver,” I tell her, relieved that this present in particular arrived just in the nick of time.
Walking into our bedroom, I place the pre-wrapped gift on Austin’s nightstand for him to open later, and head to the bathroom to change into the silk negligee I bought especially for tonight.
Austin told me last week that his hottest unfulfilled fantasy was to watch Jump fuck me while he is restrained, being denied the use of his hands to touch himself or us. But that’s not all. No, Austin wants to be the one to direct Jump, telling him where to touch me, how hard to fuck me, and for how long. In other words, he wants to beat Jump at his own game because we both know, it’s a rarity that Jump ever willingly hands over control to anyone in the bedroom. Not that Austin or I mind. In fact, I crave the dominant side of Jump that only comes out in its entirety when we’re naked together.
“Babe, where are you?” Jump calls out as soon as he swings open the front door. “In here,” I yell back when I hear not one, but two sets of feet making their way down the hall, which can only mean Austin is home too.
With my hair pinned into a chignon at the nape of my neck, wearing the white, completely transparent, silk negligee that barely covers the lower curve of my ass, I wait patiently for them to look up and notice me. I want to gauge their reactions, see if they can spot the barest hint of a baby bump, or if they are too focused on getting undressed to see anything through their lust induced fog.
“Fuck me,” Austin curses, spotting me first.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Jump says shortly after.
“You have to be the best present I’ve ever been given. Do I get to unwrap you too?”
“Not this time,” I whisper, kissing him lightly on the lips before backing away. “Now can you please go and sit in the chair over there and don’t move until I say so.” Austin’s eyes flare in awareness of what comes next, and it won’t be him.
“Fuck, yes. Best. Birthday. Ever,” he grins excitedly.
“Want me to tie him up, or do you think we can trust him to keep his hands off his dick while I fuck your pretty pussy?” Jump asks as he leans down and runs his tongue up my neck from the base of my throat to the shell of my ear.
“Tie him up. But just his hands. I want him to be able to get up and move closer if he can’t see us properly,” I moan as his tongue flicks my ear lobe.
Jump makes quick work of securing Austin’s wrists to the armrests of the ornate wooden chair that sits kitty corner to the bed. From that position, Austin should be able to get a bird’s eye view of the lip of my pussy stretching to accommodate Jump’s massive cock. But if I know anything about, Austin, he won’t be content being so far away from us. He likes to hear every moan and smell our combined arousal coating our skin, even if it does drive him crazy because he can’t touch himself.
Things move at lightning speed after that as I watch Jump pull out a condom and begin to sheath
his huge, throbbing, angry looking erection slowly, allowing us both to look our fill.
Working up the courage, I still Jump’s hand before he can roll the condom all the way on. “I don’t want to use one. Not this time. Not ever again if that’s something both of you want too. I’m clean, and I’ve only ever been with both of you.”
A silent conversation takes place between my men before Austin gives a curt nod and grits his teeth. Jump speaks for the both of them when he says,
“I’m clean too, and so is Austin. He gets tested every six months as a requirement of his job, and I just had my yearly physical last month. If you’re sure, I’ll burn every last rubber in this house the second I get done fucking you for the first time raw.”
“I’m sure,” I rush to answer before he can continue. Jump’s gaze is intense, yet sweet as he takes my hand and guides me to the bed without another word. And even though we are just beginning, after my offer to do away with the last barrier between us, Austin seems to have given up all pretense of directing anything as he pants loudly enough for us to hear him clearly all the way across the other side of the room.
Jump follows me down onto the bed, his solid weight and overheated skin pressing me into the mattress. Nudging my legs open so that he can kneel in between them, he places tender kisses across the slope of my breasts down to my hard, aching nipples.
Just as I am about to beg him to hurry up and get inside me, Jump flips us over until I’m straddling his hips with his cock nestled along the length of my pussy lips. Austin takes that as his cue to speak up, telling us to move ninety degrees so that he can see Jump’s cock burrowing into my cunt.
I won’t lie; their filthy words and detailed descriptions of what they want to do to me make me wet. Dripping, in fact. They inflame every dirty thought I’ve had about ways to pleasure them that will leave them begging me for mercy instead of the other way around. Not that I’m complaining; I love the way they love me, and I can’t see myself ever tiring of the way they make sure I’m always taken care of first before they seek their own satisfaction.
The deep baritone of Jump’s voice as he tells me he loves me, that he’s in love with me, and that he’ll never let me go sends my need for him soaring to new heights. And together with Austin’s words of devotion and love, my arousal is so intense that I truly believe I could come with just the barest brush of Jump’s cock over my fully engorged clit.
Desperate for relief, I rise up onto my knees and grab hold of the base of Jump’s shaft. Notching just the crown inside my entrance, I wait a single beat before slamming myself down onto his cock, taking his massive length in one brutal thrust.
For long, terrifying seconds, my breath stills in my chest, and I can’t see through the beautiful pain of Jump’s erection splitting me open from the inside out. But once I manage to suck in a lungful of air and adjust to the gratifying burn as Jump begins to move slowly through my swollen tissue, I gasp his and Austin’s name in awe.
“Good girl,” Austin encourages, his voice rough with need. “Now ride him hard, and don’t fucking stop until your cunt is so full of his come that I can see it dripping out of your tight, little hole.”
“God, you’re fucking tight, baby. Your pussy is squeezing my cock like a goddamn vice,” Jump growls as he bucks his hips beneath
me, driving the head of his cock all the way in until it kisses the entrance to my womb.
Pressing my hands flat against Jump’s chest, my fingers tracing over his flat, brown nipples, I swivel my hips and grind against his pelvis to open myself up enough to take the last inch of him that I’ve always struggled to find a way to make fit.
“Fuck yes. Jesus, Mia,” he hisses. “Hold your pussy lips open and show me,” Austin demands roughly. When I do just that, I’m rewarded with a deep groan that sounds as if it has been torn from the very depths of his soul.
Jump secures hand holds on each of my hips, gripping me tightly as his fingers dig deeply into my flesh. There’s a good chance I will have bruises in the morning he grips me that hard, but I can’t find it in me to care. Anyway, I love wearing his mark, and as far as I’m concerned, this is just an extension of that.
“Kiss him,” Austin finds the strength to order between gasps. My eyes roam his body, and I marvel at how lucky I am. Most women aren’t able to hold the attention of one charismatic, fiercely protective, criminally attractive, alpha male, let alone two. But then, I suppose I’m not most women. Because while I can honestly say I can’t imagine living without Austin and Jump, there are times I don’t know how I live with them too.
They forget to put their plates in the dishwasher. They use the floor as a laundry hamper. After working on his bike, Jump doesn’t ever manage to get all the grease off his hands, so I have original artwork decorating nearly every wall. Austin is better at cleaning up after himself, but you know you’ve got problems when you don’t go fishing for fish, but bullets instead. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve emptied the washing machine to find bullet casings, magazine clips, and once even his detective shield. And for all the times I’ve told him to empty his pockets first, do you think he listens? That would be a big, fat, negatory.
As I continue my perusal of Austin’s magnificent body, my eyes are drawn to the outline of his cock in his tight, black boxer briefs. Before Jump tied him up, he allowed Austin to undress with the exception of his underwear. Somehow Jump knew Austin would need the something besides his wrists being tethered to act as a physical reminder that he isn’t free to do as he pleases.
The engorged head of Austin’s cock has slipped past the top of his waistband and is flushed an angry shade of purple. Pre-come steadily drips from the slit at the very tip, smearing across his abs with every breath he exhales.
Breaking my study of him, Austin repeats,
“Kiss him, baby. I want to watch his tongue fuck your mouth the same way his cock is fucking your pussy.” My head is spinning by the time Jump’s tongue spears into my mouth, exploring and owning every inch. His teeth latch onto my bottom lip, tugging at it viciously until he releases it only to do it all over again.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” Austin growls as his orgasm rips through him. His body convulses and his hands clenching into fists as spurt after spurt of hot come splashes across his chest, thighs, and stomach. Even from here I can see as the last shudder leaves his body, and he sags replete deeper into the chair.
As Jump’s tongue became more insistent, so did his cock. His hips began to rise further off the mattress and all thoughts of drawing this out and maintaining the slow, steady rhythm we had lost ourselves in flies out the window. Desperation and desire are one and the same as Jump sets a new pace.
Cocking his knees so that my pelvis is flush with his gives Jump all the leverage he needs to grip my hips and slam me up and down on his cock. He does all the work, practically lifting me completely free of him with each withdrawal of his hips.
Before long, the overwhelming sensation of my inner muscles clamping down around Jump’s shaft as my body is wracked with wave after wave of sheer ecstasy overtakes me, and I’m helpless to do anything but ride the swell until I crest, trusting Jump will be there to catch me when I fall.
With my clit still tingling with the aftershocks of my climax, I feel Jump’s body stiffen beneath me moments before he roars through his own orgasm, releasing jet after jet of thick cream inside my pussy. By the time Jump is finished his come is overflowing my pussy, coating the inside of our thighs and pooling in the space where my ass meets the very tops of his legs.
Rolling us to our sides, Jump nestles me into the cradle of his arms, pillowing my head on his chest. I’ve almost drifted off to sleep when I hear the tell-tale creak of timber cracking before I’m jostled slightly and moved into an equally strong, possessive set of arms.
“That was fucking hot, baby, but I needed to hold you and I couldn’t wait any longer. I’m sorry about the chair. If you want, I can take you on the weekend to buy a new one,” Austin offers, sounding genuinely apologetic.
My eyelids are heavy and the fight to keep them open feels too much like hard work for my exhausted body to bother with right now. Burrowing further into the space between his pectoral muscles, without thinking because I can’t, I mutter,
“I think we’ve got bigger things to worry about than replacing a chair you’ll only break within a week of getting it home.”
“Mm, like what?” Jump asks nuzzling his face into my neck. Here with Jump and Austin, surrounded by their warmth and love, I murmur,
“Like buying a crib and changing table, car seats, and clothes. Those sorts of things.”
“Mia,” Austin groans as I feel his cock hardening between my thighs.
Too tired to move, I gesture to his nightstand. “Open it.” In a split second, Austin has reached over and snatched the present up, tearing through the wrapping paper like a man possessed. But it isn’t until he unfolds the tiny all-inone I had made especially for today that I hear the hitch in his breath, and feel a tear splash onto my cheek.
The writing is white printed on a background of pastel green – I thought neutral was best considering we won’t know the sex of the baby for another five weeks, at least. I wanted once and for all show my men that I’m one hundred and ten percent committed to building a life with them, and now our baby too.
“Jesus, fuck,” Jump moans, peppering the side of my face with kisses as Austin reads out loud.
“Just because I have 2 dads doesn’t mean I’ll share. Just ask my mom,” he chuckles, pulling me closer. Impressed that I had lasted this long and exhausted beyond belief, I slip into the deepest, most restful nights’ sleep I’ve ever had. And I do it with a smile playing across my lips.
EPILOGUE ~ Jump ~
“My dreams aren’t about gettingmarried, having kids,and living happilyever after. They’re aboutmaking itthrough the next
twenty-four hourswithoutkilling the two people Ilove most.”
–A factoflife
Five years later… We had twenty minutes – I was timing it – so if my wife and my husband didn’t hurry the hell up and get naked, I was going to lose my fucking mind.
“Austin,” I growled into his throat. “Stop fucking around and either wrap your mouth around my dick or bend over and let me have your ass.”
“Where’s our wife?” He asks, stroking my engorged cock that is threatening to explode at the simple touch of his hand. I’d been away for two weeks. Two fucking weeks that I hadn’t seen my other halves. It was torture not to be able to reach for them in the middle of the night, touch them whenever and however I wanted and have them touch me back. I missed the hell out of them every time I went away for work, but this time was exponentially worse than the last.
“She’s feeding, Rafe,” he tells me, swiping his thumb through the bead of pre-come pearled on the tip of my cock. A skitter of awareness skates up my spine as I twist to see our wife watching us.
“I hope I’m not interrupting anything,” Mia smirks, knowing precisely what she’s doing to me by holding herself back.
Slowly, Mia shuts the door to our bedroom and locks it behind her. Every one of her movements are deliberate and designed to drive me insane. Normally Mia has the body of a fucking Goddess, but when she’s pregnant – as she is now with our fifth, no
less – her beauty ripens, as do her curves.
The exaggerated sway of her hips as Mia shimmies out of her jeans has my cock thickening in Austin’s palm.
“Relax, baby,” he urges, flicking a fingertip over my glans. “Let her strip for you. Just look at her, Patrick. Watch her gorgeous tits bounce and her nipple tighten into hard points.”
My breath catches in my throat as I realize that with his commentary, Mia is giving me the visual.
“Do you see how red those sweet little cherries are getting? It won’t be long before they’re too sensitive for us to touch. Look at her belly growing our baby, Patrick. I swear he’s bigger since the last time you measured him with your hand on her stomach.”
“Fuck,” I shout hoarsely as my dick prematurely release a hot pulse of come onto Austin’s abs. Turning to grin at Mia, Austin kisses me harshly, sucking my tongue into the warm, wet cavern of his mouth. His chest is pressed against mine, and the sensation of his tight, flat nipples rasping across my bare chest is almost too much for me to handle.
Rubbing my arousal into his skin, Austin licks his bottom lip and let’s slip a soft growl as he sucks the remainder of my jizz off his fingers.
“Jesus. I almost forgot how fucking good you taste,” he says almost absently, and now I can see why. Mia is standing less than a foot away from us completely naked. At five months pregnant, her belly is just starting to swell, and I love that I can cover it entirely with the palms of my hands. Some people avoid breastfeeding women’s tits like the plague, but Austin and I are only turned on even more when Mia’s nipples start leaking milk because that’s a sure sign that she’s turned on too.
“I want to touch her. Fucking hell, Austin, let me touch her,” I beg. I never fucking beg. Or I didn’t, not before Mia and Austin anyway. Now they have me wrapped around their little fingers, and they damn well know it.
“Baby, come here,” he instructs, taking Mia’s hand and tugging her close enough for me to smell the scent of her arousal.
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