The way they cuddle makes me feel like a third wheel. Sadie tilts her chin up. Suddenly she’s not a temptress. She’s all girlfriend, cute and cuddly, besotted with Dakota. The lightning-shift change shouldn’t bug me, but it does.
I can’t sort out whether my concern stems from jealousy or real worry that Sadie will hurt Dakota in some way. For now, I decide I’m being a fool—an old fool. After all, most men of my ripe old age would feel invigorated after getting blown by a talented twenty-two-year-old. I ought to feel like a god. Instead, my back hurts where I sprained it in the fall and I feel like a creepy old pervert.
Age ruins everything, damn it.
But then, Dakota says, “Come on and join us, Beau. We’re gearing up for another round.” He kisses Sadie on the cheek. “Aren’t we?”
“Yes.”
There’s no hesitancy in her voice, no indication that Sadie is anything less than completely down with a threesome. But my back is aching and I don’t feel right about the situation. If you’d told me a week ago that I’d turn down the opportunity to fuck a willing, beautiful woman, I would’ve laughed in your face.
But that’s what I do now. “Nah, I’m going to leave you two lovebirds to your sexytimes. Thanks for the blowjob, Sadie.”
I nod and start to turn away, intent on retrieving my clothes and restoring some dignity before I make my admittedly sulky exit.
“Hey,” she says, sitting up. My cum is already drying on her body. It cracks in places and drips goopily from others. “I expect reciprocity next time.”
I can’t conceal my grin. My ego is all too pleased to know that I’m still wanted. “Oh, do you now? We have unfinished business, Ms. Banes.”
“Otherwise, I won’t be deep-throating you again. You can watch me suck Dakota’s dick, but you’ll be left out.” She says it like a threat and a promise. Sadie is playing the brat. Suddenly, I understand my role in this trio. I’m the stern daddy who’s going to keep her in line. Apparently, Sadie has a daddy fetish.
I shrug into my shirt and start working the buttons. “You’re going to get a spanking if you keep that up.”
“Is that a promise?” Sadie rolls over to stick out her tiny ass. It’s cute and heart-shaped. My palm itches to smack the sass out of her. She wiggles it back and forth. Dakota is laughing. He likes her—and it’s clear how much Sadie likes him, too. She just has a few things she needs to work out, first.
At least, I hope that’s all it is. I’m not one to get emotionally involved. I can sit back and analyze their budding relationship while still getting my physical needs met. Being old has its advantages, I guess. My back is killing me, so for now, all I do is wink at her over my shoulder. “Next time, sugar tits. Next time.”
Right after I finish icing my back.
7
Sadie
When Beau is gone, I feel suddenly shy.
I want Dakota to...no, I don’t dare hope for that. I’ve given up on boyfriends permanently. I’d make an exception for Dakota though. Looking into his warm brown eyes, the color of desert nights, fills my wary heart with hope. He makes me think about the future with longing instead of dread.
It’s such a relief that he’s so much at ease in sharing my body with Beau. That could have been horribly awkward, but instead, we’re comfortable as we contemplate the magnitude of what we’ve just done.
“So, you like this? Two men?” he asks.
“Is that a real question?” I ask. “I have to admit I have a—”
I break off and debate how much to tell him about my past. Would he want to be with me if he knew I’d been a stripper? That this isn’t my first threesome? I’ve slept with women as well as with men. I mostly prefer men. But when I’ve tried to be honest about my history, I don’t usually get a positive reaction.
For example, my one serious boyfriend in college, who dumped me for earning my share of the rent and bills by stripping. All he did was reinforce my fear that anything to do with sex was shameful and deserving of punishment, so I never opened up to anyone again. See why dating got complicated?
But Dakota looks at me with a soft kindness that makes me feel safe enough to confide.
“I have a past,” I say. I swallow hard. “It’s messy. Some people think I should be ashamed of the things I’ve done. That I deserve to be punished for them. I’ve internalized that a bit.” A bit? I am still lying to myself. “I am very open to new sexual experiences, and yes, I enjoy having two men.”
He searches my face with a question in his eyes. “Could you be content with one man?”
“I could be very happy with one man, if he’s the right man,” I assure him. Then we are kissing again, softly, without urgency.
In truth, I’d rather be with one man. I just don’t trust that any man worth having will only want me. It’s hard to believe that when you’ve been shunted between families, and thrown out for making a mistake. Granted, it was a major mistake, but I don’t think any seventeen-year-old deserves to lose her home just because she showed her titties on the internet.
Dakota is the kindest person I’ve ever met. If he wants me to fuck his friend, I’ll keep doing it. I have my own reasons for wanting Beau—and I know how lucky I am to have both men, just like I fantasized. But deep down, it’s the man I’m kissing that I really want.
“What if I asked you to be exclusive?” I whisper, hoping to hear the word yes even though I know I’m not ready for that yet.
Dakota chuckles and breaks eye contact. “Seems a little late for that now. It’s just us out here. Nobody cares what we do together. Let’s not make things awkward, since we don’t know how long this lockdown will last.”
Everything he says makes perfect sense. I relax into his arms and ignore the little feeling of discontent. I have what I wanted—two men. I never thought it would actually come true. But now I find myself wishing for something different. Deeper and permanent. I’m terrified to think that I may have already screwed things up.
Dakota’s skin is velvety over hard muscles. I will be sore tomorrow in places I didn’t know existed. He is hard. I am ready again, hungry for his touch, arching into it. I stroke my palm down the ridges of his abdomen and sigh. I’ll do anything to keep him.
Anything.
It scares the hell out of me.
I squeeze his cock. “Yeah, baby,” he groans in my ear. I pull him on top of me. I’m on birth control—there’s no chance that I’ll get pregnant. I couldn’t afford to have a baby even if I wanted one, which I’m on the fence about.
All I need right now is Dakota’s cock as far inside me as it’ll go, as though I can keep him close to me. He fills the hollow part of me that aches to be loved. If this has to be temporary, I intend to squeeze every moment of joy out of our being together.
I need all the memories of him I can store up, for the time will come when my luck runs out. It always does. After all, my name is Sadie Banes.
He pushes into me. My fingers dig into his buttocks, urging him forward, harder. Faster. I move in rhythm to his urgent, hard thrusts. I gasp against his shoulder. I want him so badly. Like this, for always. I am turning into the worst kind of fool for this man. His spine stiffens. His hips move jerkily as he pumps me full of cum. I am one second behind him, riding a wave of pleasure that emanates from deep within my core.
When we are spent, he lays on top of me for a long time. I trace the elegant curves of his back over and over, committing them to memory. He is mine—for now. I’ll take whatever scrap of joy I can get.
8
Dakota
The next few days are the happiest I’ve ever been. We fall into a pattern. In the mornings, Sadie helps Beau and me groom and exercise the horses. The Hinson family cleans out the stalls and manages daily turnout so I can focus on working the horses. That’s why I took the risk of buying The Black Diamond. I wanted my life to revolve around these gentle, magnificent creatures.
But then Sadie came along, and now the ponies are not enough.
In the evening, we grill simple foods and eat outside under the stars. We fuck at night. I am mindful of the Hinsons’ teenage son, who shouldn’t be seeing our dirty, happy love triangle. Sadie continues to give us massages, though she is careful to keep things professional each time. I want to ask her about it, but it feels as though there is a barrier between us ever since that first day. She almost opened up, but once I refused to be exclusive, she stopped confiding. The cagier she is about her history, the more I want to prod into every corner of her past.
But it isn’t for me to pry. For the moment, we have found a delicate balance that meets our shared needs. I don’t dare to disturb our fuck pod by asking questions.
We set up a schedule online for the owners of the horses to come and ride, one at a time, in the arena or out on the trails. I had the money to pay cash for the ranch, but I still have to pay the Hinsons, annual taxes, make repairs, and buy feed to sustain the animals. Every time my accountant leaves a voicemail message, I get cold prickles up the back of my neck. I won’t lose The Black Diamond. I have enough money in the bank to ride out a few more months of the pandemic, but after that...
I have to come up with a new source of income, and fast.
The only source of joy I have are the horses and Sadie. But on the third day of our experiment in total sexual freedom, I come across Beau and Sadie in the cottage. She was supposed to be massaging his back, but instead, she’s on the couch, her breasts hanging out of a tiny triangle bra, her matching thong shoved aside to reveal her glistening pink folds. He fists her hair, yanking her head around until it is twisted at a painful-looking angle. Her expression is half-agonized, half blissful as he pounds her pussy mercilessly. He’s muttering the filthiest words I’ve ever heard my friend say.
“Yeah, you little slut. You like getting fucked like this, don’t you?”
Sadie moans. “Yes.”
“You want me in your ass, don’t you?”
“Oh...please,” Sadie begs.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t turned on. I have a perfect view to watch them play out this fantasy. But it makes me wonder if I know anything about the woman we’re having sex with. When I’m with Sadie, alone, it’s so sweet and intense that I could easily fool myself into believing that we’re falling in love. This is totally different.
I shouldn’t be disturbed by it. But I am. She’s allowed to like what she likes. I just wish she asked me to spank her ass and fuck her rough, too.
Beau pulls out and repositions himself at the sweet pucker of her entrance. His chest rises and falls with the effort of working his way into the tight little hole. Is this Sadie’s first time doing anal? If so, I’m a little disappointed I didn’t get there first.
I take out my cock and stroke myself silently, hoping they don’t notice. If I’m being honest with myself, I’d like to know more about why Sadie seeks Beau’s particular form of sex. Why she didn’t come to me for it?
I think back to the first day when she asked if I’d consider exclusivity. Is cutting me out supposed to be some kind of punishment?
But no—that can’t be right. I’ve had plenty of time with Sadie on my own, too. She has an appetite for sex that’s more than a match for Beau and I combined. What she’s doing now, with him, is deeper than just fucking.
“How’s that, sweetheart?” Beau asks Sadie in this guttural tone I’ve never heard from him before.
“So good,” she purrs, though her face is paler than usual. Her lips are parted and her eyes are half-closed. The only reason I can partially see her face is that she’s still turning back to check over her shoulder. “Harder, Beau. Spank me. Tell me I’m naughty.”
He smacks her ass hard enough to leave a visible red palm print. Sadie yelps and sighs.
“You’re a dirty girl, Sadie.” Beau thrusts, not gently. He’s rough with her. Sadie seems to be enjoying it. Verbally, she has indicated consent every step of the way. But it isn’t clear to me what she’s getting out of it.
Beau really likes pulling her hair. He yanks Sadie’s head back at an even more uncomfortable angle. She gasps and mutters something incoherent. It might be that’s so good but whatever the specifics, it definitely isn’t stop. I don’t like seeing her hurt, but I’d be lying if the sight of Beau dominating the hell out of her on the couch doesn’t wrench my desire higher.
“I’m going to cum in your ass,” he growls. Sadie makes a little keening sound and pushes her torso halfway up. Beau smacks her ass again and thrusts. It’s got to be killing his back, the way he’s pumping. Must be worth it to be inside her sweet, tight ass.
I’m jealous.
My interest in joining the fray drains away. I tuck myself away and watch them finish. Beau wraps her hair in his fist again and pulls her head back at a painful angle. He finds his pleasure with a clench of muscles and a grimace on his face that’s half-pain, half pleasure. Is he enjoying this?
I always thought of Beau as a smooth-talking seducer. This is rougher than anything I would have guessed he was capable of. He withdraws, panting raggedly. Sadie relaxes, boneless, into the cushions. After a minute, she rolls over and sits up.
“You’re, um, going to want to use the heating pad I gave you for your back. And when the pain subsides, you’ll want to keep doing the exercises I was showing you before we got...uh, distracted,” she stammers breathlessly.
Beau is pulling on his jeans. I’ve withdrawn into the shadows where they won’t notice me until I want to be seen. I wait until he’s half-dressed to knock.
Sadie jerks her head up. Beau freezes for one second. Then he continues to casually dress, pushing buttons through holes with blunt fingertips.
“Hi, Dakota. Are you here for your massage?” he drawls as though I hadn’t just walked in on...whatever that was.
“It’s five minutes after,” I inform him. Sadie scrambles off the couch and yanks a T-shirt over her head.
“Give me just a second to set up the table,” she says. Her hands are shaking and her eyes won’t quite meet mine.
“It’s fine. Take your time.” She makes a quick exit toward the back of the cottage. A red stain creeps up the side of her neck and blooms over her cheeks. Embarrassment.
I’ve never felt so much like the odd man out.
I look at Beau. “So that’s how it is, huh.”
His expression is unreadable. My friend offers no smile, no hint of his usual easygoing humor. What he says confuses me. “It’s not. But if you don’t pull your head out of your ass and see what’s right in front of you...”
He trails off. A cocktail of emotions rushes through my veins. Envy. Anger. Fear. All of it corked up by my unreleased need. Fuck. I’m losing Sadie and Beau. This isn’t how the fuck pod concept was supposed to work.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask. It comes out as a demand. I remember that I am the owner of The Black Diamond, not Beau—even though he likes to act as if he is. I ought to have addressed that issue with him before we started sharing a woman. We didn’t, and now our arrangement is a damn mess. I want to kick something. Instead, I stand up straight and meet my friend’s eye.
“It means Sadie needs you. A lot more than she needs me,” my friend says warily.
I didn’t expect that response. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Beau sighs. “That’s right. And unless you figure it out soon, she’s going to bolt out of here as soon as it’s safe to leave.”
“She won’t.”
Beau shrugs, then brushes past me. “If you’re sure about that, then keep doing what you’re doing, Dakota.”
I have no idea what he means. Cryptic motherfucker.
Sadie reappears. She’s rinsed the sex off with a quick shower and is wearing a fresh white shirt, loose pants and her hair up in a ponytail. I try to read her emotions but she’s carefully composed. Beautiful, but remote. I hate it. I’d rather see her undone and getting laid.
“Are you ready, Mr. Wilson?” she asks, the same way she always d
oes.
“Yeah,” I say. My muscles aren’t as much in need of a massage as my dick is. We’ll see who can fuck her the best, me or Beau. Unless Sadie turns me down, in which case, I’ll know where I stand. My stomach turns acid at the thought. “Let’s do this.”
9
Sadie
You’d think I’d be relaxed and content after Beau fucked me within an inch of my life. You’d be wrong. I approach Dakota’s prone body with shaking hands.
Beau knows he’s not the man for me. During his massage earlier this afternoon, we chatted. Or, more accurately, I talked at him. I didn’t mean to, but in the process, I confessed the reason why my one long-term boyfriend had broken up with me.
“He dumped you because you were dancing?” Beau responded incredulously. “Was he stupid?”
His reaction made me laugh. “No. Far from it. He was mad at me because I wasn’t totally honest. I’d told him I was just a waitress at the club because it paid better than other venues, but after a while, he saw how many heels and costumes I’d collected and figured out the truth.”
“And I ask you again, Ms. Banes, was he stupid? The man had a gorgeous woman who could do a private striptease any time he asked. What a damn fool.”
It made me feel better. “It’s great you think that, Beau. I’ve spent my whole life feeling as though I can never measure up to men’s expectations of me. Be sexy, but not like that. I’m always tripping over these unseen expectations. I’m afraid the same thing will happen with Dakota.”
There it is. The truth of things, stated with blunt honesty.
“So that’s how it is, huh?” Beau asked. “You’re hung up on my friend.”
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