I know the chances of us conceiving naturally are slim to none, but try telling that to my brain when all my body went for my two hulking, gorgeous husbands to lay me down and rut like it might just happen. It doesn’t take long talen twists me into his lap so my back settles firm against his chest. He hooks each of my thighs over bús, spreading me open as if the chair were made for this, for us. Cool air kisses heat, My dress rides up in a hushed rush over my Hips, and Hunter, still on his knees between my legs, curls his fingers into the sides of my panties and rips. The sound a clean little thunderclap; lace gives way and flutters to the floor. His gaze devours me the way it always has, hungry and severa
all at once.
“Such a pretty fucking pussy,” he says, low and husky, and then his mouth is on me, one slow, wicked stroke from wry tim to my clit. The shock of it bows my spine into Kaiden’s chest. Kaiden’s breath hits my neck, hot; his mouth finds skin and sucks. He frees my breasts with steady hands and fills those hands like he’s remembering every way I love to be held. He pinches, sharp, perfect, beautifully mean and I gasp, my hips rolling back over the thick press of his cock where it well under me. I can’t help it; my body chases them both. They play me like a fiddle, four hands strumming and plucking in perfect rhythm, mouth and teeth and tongue drawing sound out of me I haven’t let myself make in weeks.
“Fucking hell, baby. I need you, on my cock. Now.” Kaiden’s voice is shredded velvet against my ear.
Movement turns synchronized, practiced without feeling practiced. Hunter stands, strong hands lifting me, turning me. I face Kaiden, his eyes gone dark, his mouth wet. He’s already dragging his zipper down, freeing himself; the flushed head of his cock glistens, a bead of pre–cum slicking his thumb as he strokes once, just to show me. For me.
Behind me, Hunter’s belt clinks, zipper following. His pants slide to his ankles with a soft slump. One hand anchors at my hip; the other guides, sure and patient, the hot weight of him nudging at my entrance.
“You sure you want this?” he asks, steady even with want burning through the words.
“Yes,” I breathe, no doubt, no shame. “Fuck me…please. Fill me.”
I dip my head and take Kaiden into my mouth at the same moment Hunter pushes inside in one smooth, brutal–perfect stroke. I cry out around Kaiden; Hunter stills, buried to the hilt, both hands mapping my hips, guiding me to grind down, to take all of him. The rocking chair answers in soft creaks, the three of us creating a slow, relentless rhythm, push/pull/ rock, like the room has a tide and we’re it.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” Kaiden grits, fingers threading into my hair, guiding rather than forcing, the sweet edge of control I ache for. “Why haven’t we done this in this chair before?”
My answer is a gagged, greedy sound as I sink deeper on him, tongue circling the swollen head, cheeks hollowing. Hunter starts to move, long strokes at first, then faster, hips snapping; the wet slap of us fills the room, a percussion under our moans. Every thrust from Hunter rocks me farther onto Kaiden, and every glide of my mouth makes Kaiden’s thighs tense
under mine.
“Here,” Kaiden murmurs, thumb finding my chin, angling my face, meeting my eyes like a vow. “So pretty like this.”
“Open for us,” Hunter growls, hand splayed over my lower belly, pressing down just enough to make me keen. “Taking it
all.”
He drags his thumb to my clit and circles, slow–slow–fast, the pattern he knows will wreck me. Sparks shoot down my legs; my knees shake. Kaiden’s other hand cups my breast, thumb teasing my nipple in the same merciless rhythm until sensation stacks and stacks and finally tips.
“Okay?” Kaiden asks, a rough whisper that is both permission and prayer.
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“Mhmm” I manage around him, the word melting into a moan.
They keep checking in without breaking me open too fast, little adjustments, a shift of angle, a softer stroke, a harder me when I chase it. Hunter’s mouth lands on my shoulder, biting tender, claiming, Kaiden’s palm spreads at my throat, warm and protective, not tightening, just there. I feel owned and free at the same time. My orgasm builds like a storm you can smell before you see, ozone at the back of my tongue, heat colling low, tighter, tighter, Hunter’s thumb relentless, Kaiden’s hips jerking, breath falling apart against my mouth as I take him deeper.
“Let go, baby,” Hunter urges, voice gone rough silk. “Give it to us.”
“Come for me,” Kaiden demands, exactly the way I need to hear it.
I break. It isn’t fireworks; it’s a tide, a hard, sweeping pull that yanks a cry from somewhere honest. My thighs shake; my hands clamp on the carved arms of the rocker; I flood around Hunter with a wet, helpless squeeze that rips a curse from his chest. Kalden groans, a sound that hits me low as my mouth tightens reflexively, as if my body refuses to let either of
them go.
“Good girl,” Hunter grinds out, hips stuttering, chasing the clutch of me. “So fucking tight.”
“Eyes on me,” Kaiden says, and I do, blinking tears, mouth stretched around him, needy and open. He shudders, thumb stroking my cheekbone, pride and tenderness twined. “That’s it. Take it.”
I ride the aftershocks while they push me through, Hunter’s pace tipping over into rough, Kaiden’s control fraying under my tongue. Hunter groans, a low, brutal sound; his hips pin me, and I feel the hot spill of him, deep and claiming, exactly where I begged for it. The pulse of it makes me clench again, a smaller quake that steals my breath. I pull off Kaiden with a slick gasp, and Hunter is already spinning me again, pushing my shoulders down as Kaiden guides himself into me and thrusts once, twice, three times and he’s cumming deep into my pussy as he grinds my pussy back and forth onto himself.
Silence lands soft. The room smells like sex and lemon and the faint metallic bite of the rocking chair’s screws warming under our heat. Hunter kisses the back of my neck, breath still ragged. Kaiden tucks a strand of hair behind my ear with hands that can break break a mans throat, but are here loving me instead. We don’t rush to untangle. Kaiden stays sheathed for a long, slow beat, the stretch of him grounding; Hunter’s thumb strokes idly at the hollow of my throat, counting a heartbeat we all share. The chair rocks us forward, back, forward like it’s blessing the room we just gave ourselves. Outside, the city keeps its own secrets. In here, we keep ours: three bodies, one promise, and a stubborn, breathing kind of hope.
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