Epilogue
THREE WEEKS LATER
I flop down onto the four-poster king sized bed, arms splaying out beside me as all the air leaves my body in a long sigh. The plush white duvet contours around me, making me feel like I'm sinking into a cloud. The bed smells like lavender and lemons, probably a freshener spray the maid used after making it this morning. The smell makes me groan and my skin starts to itch with the loss of familiarity I usually get when traveling. The vaulted popcorn ceiling above me fills my vision as I hear Blue and Bent shuffle around on the thick carpet, shutting the door to our room and convening in hushed voices.
“Ideas?”
“I can see if we can get some ice cream sent over?”
“Maybe we should put on that penguin doc he likes?”
“I’d rather just take turns sucking his dick.”
I raise up on my elbows, looking at my boyfriend and girlfriend as they stand a foot away, eyes wide. “What do you have against penguins?” I stare Bentley down as he holds his hands up in defense, taking a step back.
“Axel, baby,” Blue calls my attention over to her worried face. “What do you need right now?”
I fall back on the bed, another sigh escaping. “A do over.”
Bentley comes closer, face invading my line of sight. “It wasn’t that bad, Axe.”
I move an arm to cover my face, not wanting to see the loving look he and Blue will try giving me the rest of the night. We just spent the last twelve hours traveling from Dad’s house to this huge Moroccan mansion to meet Heather and Michael for the first time. And the first thing I did was trip over the entryway. We all laughed it off, but the whole thing just made me feel so off kilter that I hadn’t really said a word as they showed us around their vacation rental. Now we were supposed to be freshening up before sitting down for dinner with them, but all I wanted to do was crawl under the covers and hide.
“Seriously, Axel,” Janette adds, coming closer. I feel the bed dip on either side of me as they both sit around me. “I doubt they even noticed.”
I sit up, arms falling away from my eyes and glare at Blue. “You think they didn’t notice me flying through their front door and landing face first in front of them?” I cross my arms, hunching my shoulders.
Bentley leans over, kissing my shoulder and resting his chin on me. “They won’t hold it against you, Axe. You tripped. It’s not that big of a deal.”
I shrug him off. “Your parent’s first impression of me is important, Bentley.”
Blue starts rubbing my back, shuffling closer to my other side. “They weren’t upset or anything, Axel. And we still have the whole week for you to win them over. They're going to love you.”
“Easy for you to say.” I fall back, laying down again with my arms still crossed over my chest. “They already love you. Heather couldn’t stop hugging and fawning over you.”
Bentley smirks at her. “I think I’m going to win the bet. Mom will definitely hug you again tonight. April technically only hugged you once. She just never let you go the whole time.” He starts laughing and Janette glares at him, making his laughter cut short. “Sorry, right,” he says, looking back down at me. “Not the time, my bad.”
They both lay down at the same time, cuddling into me and wrapping their arms over me to squish me between them. “They like you, Axe. Grandpa loved you and I’m sure he’s told them all about you. It was just an awkward moment.” Bentley kisses my shoulder again. “You just need to relax.”
Uncrossing my arms, I run my hands over my face. “I just feel like they think I'm an idiot.” My throat dries as my eyes start to sting and I squeeze them shut.
“Hey,” Bentley calls, sitting up and pulling my hands away from my face. “They do not think you’re an idiot. You were excited to meet them. They know that. They are not going to form their entire opinion of you based on a ten-minute interaction.” He swipes some wayward strands off my forehead, massaging my scalp as his fingers move through my hair. “I love you and they’re going to love you.” He leans in, emphasizing his words, “Once they get to know you.”
I nod, taking a deep breath. “Okay. I’m sorry, I think all the traveling is messing with me.”
“Don’t apologize.” He lays back down next to me, cheek resting against my shoulder. “You just need to get comfortable. Then you’ll be fine.”
Blue squeezes me. “What do you need, Axel?” she repeats.
I close my eyes, trying to slow down my racing thoughts. “I feel off kilter. I need to reset,” I whisper, dragging my hands over my face again.
“Focus on us. Want us to take your mind off it?” I feel Janette shuffle closer, and her lips start ghosting over my neck.
“I want you to make me feel more in control.”
Bentley leans up, and I open my eyes to see him staring at Janette over me. His lips slowly move into a sly smile, heat radiating from his eyes. “I think we can do that.” He sits up fully, grabbing the collar of his shirt at the nape of his neck and pulling it over his head.
I sit up on my elbows, staring at his now bare chest. “What are we doing?”
“I don’t know,” he responds, shrugging as he drops his shirt on the floor. “You’re in control.”
My eyes widen as I sit up and Janette smirks, lounging back beside me. “I’m in control?” I repeat, testing the words on my tongue.
Janette sits up, rubbing a hand down my back. She leans in, whispering in my ear, “We’ll do whatever you want.” My head swivels between them, studying their open expressions as I wrestle with what they’re giving me. Bentley usually takes on the more dominant role when the three of us are together or if it’s even just the two of us. But with Janette one on one, I’ve gotten to explore my more dominant side and I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about getting to be in charge with both of them.
Standing up I turn and face them, both still on the bed looking up at me as they wait for me to say something. Taking off my shirt, I start to unbuckle my pants. “I want to fuck you,” I say, looking into Bentley’s eyes. He swallows, eyes shuttering as his hand moves to adjust his pants, seeking relief.
“Yes,” he hisses, eyes opening to meet mine again. I walk over to my suitcase, unzipping the front pocket and taking out the travel sized bottle of lube I packed for easy access.
Coming back over the two of them, I nod and look over at Janette. “And I want you to fuck him too, at the same time.” Bentley curses next to her, but I keep my eyes on Blue, tossing the lube onto the bed behind them. Leaning down, I grip her chin between my fingers, keeping her eyes on me. “I want us working together, me filling his ass while you ride his cock, both of us completely overwhelming him together. You up for that?”
Janette gasps, mouth popping open slightly. Her breath comes in deep and short, and I watch the skin of her décolletage flush.
She nods and I shake my head. “Words, Blue,” I warn. Bentley smirks, leaning back on his palms. The movement pulls my attention to the muscles of his stomach, dragging my eyes up across his bare chest.
“Yes. I want that,” Janette breathes, pulling my eyes back to her.
“Good.” I kiss her lips quickly before releasing her chin. “But I want to make you come first. Take off your dress.” I pull my belt out of my pants loops; having forgotten I was working on that in my distracted state.
Janette immediately stands before me, spinning and lifting her hair as she looks over her shoulder at me. “Help me with the zipper, please?” Her eyelashes flutter and I lean forward, kissing her cheek as I slowly pull her zipper down her back. Once down, she shrugs the thin spaghetti straps of the floral dress off her shoulders, still watching me over her shoulder. My hardening cock jumps at her smug little smile, knowing what she’s doing to each of us.
Bentley leans forward, placing his hands on her hips, and I step in flush behind her, looking down at him over her shoulder. “No touching.” He lifts his hands off her, holding them up defensively as he stares at me with Janette between us. “Good boy,” I murmur, moving my hands to her covered waist.
Bentley’s pupils dilate as he stares up at me, tongue flicking out to lick his bottom lip. I start revealing Janette’s skin inch by inch and Bentley’s eyes pop wide as he watches the neckline of her dress lower to reveal her tits.
Her nipples pebble as the air hits them and I leave the dress where it lands, still covering her lower half as it hangs around her hips. Reaching around from behind, I start palming her breasts, making her head fall back against my chest as she arches against my touch. Her skin feels warm and pliable in my hands, making my mouth water. Her eyes close as I play with her, and Bentley’s eyes fixate on my hands gripping her six inches from his face.
“Do you want to help, Bentley?” His eyes jump to mine, nodding as his hands clench the duvet at his sides. I pinch Janette’s nipples, rolling them between my fingers as she writhes against me, moaning. “Should I let him help, Blue?”
She nods feverishly, curls rubbing against my chest. “Yes,” she hisses.
I lean down, continuing to play with Janette’s breasts while sucking on the skin below her ear. “No,” I say, keeping eye contact with Bentley from behind her. “I want him to watch.” Standing back up, I reach out, gripping the back of Bentley’s head and pulling him up off the bed. “Pants off.”
His hands instantly fall to the button of his jeans, popping the metal and tugging down his zipper. I hold his head back while he moves, our eyes on each other the whole time. He shuffles his jeans down his hips, pulling his boxers with them, but gets stuck, unable to push them down further without making me pull his hair. “Keep going,” I whisper. Janette leans against me, an inch of space between her and Bentley as she watches him shudder.
Bentley starts bending slowly, my grip becoming taunt as he rids himself of his clothing. He groans when his hair starts to tug, picking his feet up to get his pants off his calves, but keeping the pressure on his scalp. I smile when he stands back up, naked and hard in front of us.
The power I hold right now makes me feel giddy. “Go lay down against the headboard.” I release him and he immediately turns around, making my head spin. My hands move down to Janette’s bare waist, gripping her against me while we watch him crawl across the bed. He ends up against the headboard, eyes alight and chest heaving. I love him following my commands, and it looks like he’s enjoying the role reversal too. His hand moves toward his hard dick, stroking himself as Janette and I watch and the temperature in the room increases.
“Hands off,” I call, making him groan as he releases his cock. Janette shivers against me, a smile lifting her lips. “I want them above your head. You’re going to watch me make her come.”
“Fuck,” Bentley whispers as his head falls back, eyes closing. He slowly reaches his arms over his head and grips the hardwood headboard behind him. He takes a second before his eyes pop open, glaring at the two of us as he waits his turn.
“Good boy,” I repeat, smirking when his cock twitches against his stomach. “Keep your hands there.” I shuffle Janette to the edge of the bed. Placing a hand on the center of her back, I push her torso down flat against the bed. She moves her face to the side, leaving her hands flat against the duvet on either side of her head and wiggling her ass a little. Her hair splays out around her, curls falling haphazardly across one another.
Stepping up behind her, I smooth my hands over her bare back, grabbing her dress and pulling it over her hips to let it fall at her feet. She giggles when I glide my hands over her ass, a black thong the only material left on her body. I pull the side of it away from her body, letting it snap back against her skin and making her squeak. “Something funny, Blue?”
She shakes her head, eyes wide and mouth open. I roll her thong down over her hips as I slowly kneel behind her. Bringing the underwear down to her ankles, I let it fall to meet the dress. “Look at Bentley, love. I want you both to keep your eyes on one another the whole time.” I hear more than see Janette tip her head back to look up at Bentley while I push her legs farther apart with my hands on her inner thighs.
Trusting they’ll follow my directions, I lean in, parting her from behind with my tongue. Her legs shake and she inhales sharply as I bury my face into her further, tongue lapping at her soaked folds. Her taste floods me, savory and addicting as I leisurely lick her, wanting to take my time. She wiggles, pressing back for more pressure when I swipe over her clit and I bring my hands up to knead the flesh of her hips.
“Fuck, Axel. More.” I pull back, quickly slapping her ass. The sound of my hand against her skin echoes around the large white room. She moans. “Please,” she adds in a whine, stretching up on her toes for a moment.
I dive back in, sucking on her hard and lapping up everything she gives me enthusiastically. She squirms against my face, moving herself over me as I plunge my tongue in and out of her. Her cries spur me on, and I move my hand across her ass, quickly thrusting two fingers into her and pumping while I suck on her clit. She screams when I start curling my fingers inside her, flooding my mouth and clenching around my fingers as she comes. I continue lapping everything up, working her with my fingers still until she’s pulling away, small whimpers leaving her lips.
Slipping out from behind her, I stand up, sticking my fingers in my mouth and licking them off while I stare at Bentley.
He glares up at me. “If you both don’t fuck me right now, I’m going to explode,” he growls, knuckles white behind him, still on the headboard.
“So impatient,” I murmur, smiling. I lean over Janette, kissing her cheek again while she catches her breath against the bed. “Ready for the main event, Blue?” She nods lazily, eyes half closed. I help her up, holding her against me as she stands. Bentley watches us, precum leaking from his tip.
“Go lick him clean while I get undressed,” I whisper to Janette, nudging her toward our boyfriend. She crawls onto the bed, grabbing his dick and leisurely licking him from root to tip. His hips stutter underneath her, teeth pressing into his bottom lip as he watches her.
I unbutton my pants, watching the show as I remove them. My cock tents in my boxers, and I palm myself for a moment, giving myself a moment of relief before I drop my underwear too. Placing a knee on the edge of the bed, I move across the bed toward Janette and tap the side of her hip. She pops off Bentley’s dick, sitting up and looking at me over her shoulder, waiting for my instruction.
“Hands down, Bentley.”
He releases the headboard, sighing with the small release.
“Showtime, Blue.” I nod toward Bentley, and she moves over his legs, straddling him while I move in behind her as well. Bentley’s hands come up to grip her hips, massaging his fingers into her skin.
“You ready, babe?” she asks Bentley, and he nods. Looking over her shoulder, he meets my eyes.
“I want you inside me.” His words zap through my heated blood, electrifying my body. He’s always been the one in control and moving inside of me. I don’t know if he’s ever been with anyone like this, but we’ve done enough ass play together that I know this won’t be the first time he’s taken something inside him.
Nodding, I place my hands above his on Janette’s waist. “Let’s get you situated first.” I help her maneuver over him until they’re lined up, gripping Bentley as she slides herself across his tip. Bentley groans, gripping her tighter while he waits. Pushing her down with one hand, I hold him at the base as I seal them together, watching him disappear into her slowly. Once their hips meet, I sit back, studying Janette’s face as she tips her head back, hair spilling down her back and mouth open toward the ceiling.
“I could watch you two together forever,” I mutter. Janette smiles, head still tipped back, waiting for permission to move. “Pass me a pillow, Bentley,” I call, moving in closer behind Janette. Once I have the pillow in hand, I tap his hip, pushing Janette down against his chest. “Hips up.”
Bentley jostles Janette as he lifts his hips, allowing me to slide the pillow underneath him and prop them up for a bit more leverage. Janette places her hands against his chest, settling in against him at the new angle and making his eyes squeeze shut while he waits.
Grabbing the lube from the bed beside us, I pop the cap and pour a generous amount into my palm. “Do you want her to move, or wait until I’m inside you, Bent?”
“Wait,” he pants, eyes opening to look between the two of us. “I don’t know if I can hold off if she starts moving right now.”
I nod and Janette leans down to kiss him. Using the lube to wet my cock and relieve a little more of my own strain, I pour more over the space where they’re connected, shutting the bottle and tossing it away again. My already lubed hand leaves my own skin and meets his, sliding around to spread the liquid around his entrance. He moans as I start pressing a finger into him, meeting his muscles resistance for a moment before he relaxes.
“Good boy,” I say again, feeling him clench around my finger and smiling. I watch my finger slowly disappear in him, mimicking their connection from moments ago. Stretching and prepping him, I add another finger, sliding them more easily as he grows comfortable with the sensation. Probing with the tips of my fingers, I move them inside, knowing I found his spot when he lets out a long moan, legs shaking around me. I run my other hand down Janette’s back, loving the feel of both of them against my hands.
Pulling my fingers out, I move in, holding my cock to line myself up with his slick hole. “Ready?”
Bentley grunts, one hand leaving Janette’s hip to run down my arm softly.
“Words, Bent.”
“Yes,” he spits out. “Hurry, Axel.”
“Can’t rush this, love,” I say, rubbing my tip against him. He grabs onto my arm and Janette grabs his face, leaning her forehead against his as she holds him inside her.
“Breathe, baby,” she whispers, and he nods, taking a deep breath. As he inhales, I press into him, his tight ring of muscles gripping my tip and making me groan in the back of my throat. Continuing forward, I slowly seat myself deep inside him, panting as his tight warmth envelops each inch.
“Christ, you’re tight.” I move my hand to his hip, letting him adjust to the feeling. “Ready to move, Blue?”
She sits up, skin meeting mine as she leans back against me. Her height allows for my chin to rest on top of her head if I lean down a little and she tips her head back, letting me kiss her forehead. My hand comes up, sliding over her sternum until my palm curves around her throat. She sighs, leaning into my touch and I wrap my fingers more securely around her neck, holding her against me with the lightest pressure.
“Together,” I say, looking down at Bentley as he fights to stay in control. His eyes stay closed, breathing short and fast.
Janette hums and I pull back, leaving Bentley slowly as she lifts her hips and places her hands on his stomach to balance herself. I thrust back in at the same time she slams down, all three of us moaning together.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Bentley breathes, eyes opening to watch as he holds on to each of us. We set a rhythm, moving together and speeding up as all of us chase our highs. Bentley sucks me in, tight muscles clenching around me in time with my thrusts and making me see stars as I tighten my grip a little on Janette’s throat. She cries out our names, hips snapping faster and nails digging into Bentley’s skin.
“I’m close,” Bentley calls from beneath us, hand tightening on my arm and fingers digging in against muscle. He frantically moves his other hand off Janette’s hip and rubs her clit, making her thighs start to shake. She screams as she comes, making me feel the vibrations of her throat against my palm. Bentley squeezes me inside him in a vice grip as he spills into her, hips stuttering beneath us.
I lose all rhythm, slamming into Bentley a few more times before I blow deep inside him, leaning against Janette as she continues to ride her release at a languid pace. We all slow, sweat cooling across our skin. Bentley’s hand rubs my forearm as he stares up at us with soft eyes.
“I love you both,” he whispers, while his other hand rubs against Janette’s thigh as well.
I release Janette’s throat, staying seated in Bentley as I start to soften. Leaning over her back and pressing her in against his chest, I kiss him slowly, biting his lip lightly and making him smile. “I love you too,” I say, pulling back. Janette stays laying against his chest, face nuzzling into the side of his neck. I kiss the center of her back. “And you Blue. I love you too.” She hums, eyes closed and breathing deeply. I smile, slipping out of Bentley. He groans at the loss, his eyes closing as I watch my cum run out of him. His own mixture with Janette already seeps down and mixes in.
I get up and walk to the ensuite, wetting a white washcloth and coming back to clean them up. Lifting Janette’s hips, I separate them, more cum running down as she rolls to the side, snuggling in against him. I wipe each of us down, bringing the washcloth back to the bathroom before I return to the bed and pull the duvet over us as I lie down on Bentley’s other side.
Bentley leans over, kissing my forehead. “Feeling better?”
I hum, entangling our legs under the blanket. “Feeling sore?” I say and chuckle.
He rests his cheek against my forehead. “I feel great,” he says.
Janette sits up suddenly. “Do you think your parents heard us?”
Bentley shakes his head, reaching out to run his fingers lightly across her skin. “They’re on the other side of the house. They didn’t hear anything.”
She nods, crawling back to the end of the bed and fishing around on the floor, ass on display for the two of us.
“What are you doing?” Bentley asks as she sits up, crawling back toward us, phone in hand.
“Setting an alarm. We still have another hour and a half till dinner. I’m thinking thirty-minute nap, then I’ll need to get up and shower and get ready.” She settles back in against Bentley, tucking the covers up under her chin.
He moves to wrap an arm around her, holding her to his side. “Sounds perfect.”
A quiet moment goes by, and I settle in, closing my eyes.
“You know,” Bentley says quietly, voice lighter as we relax. “The showers here are big enough for three.”
Janette and I laugh, Bentley smiling between us. I kiss his chest and burrow my face against his skin, surrounding myself in his heady post-sex scent. “We can have shower sex another day. I want to be able to stand this time when we see your parents again.”
Bentley laughs and Janette’s hand stretches out across his chest to squeeze my arm.
“I’m good guys. Thank you for that.” I smile. “I feel normal again.”
“You were normal before, babe. Just nervous.” Janette’s hand soothes my skin as she speaks. I nod against Bentley’s shoulder, feeling their reassurance settle into my chest in a comforting warmth.
We all drift off, spending the next thirty minutes wrapped up together as we decompress. When Janette’s alarm goes off and we disentangle, Bentley groans.
“Come on, Bent,” I say, pulling him into the bathroom and over to the deep freestanding tub. “Let me teach you about bottom aftercare.” I spin the taps, sitting on the edge and testing the water temp as I read the container of bath salts on the side. I check for Epsom salt in the ingredients list, making sure this will soothe him rather than just add fragrance. “And then I’ll go impress the fuck out of your parents.”
“There’s my cocky boyfriend,” Janette calls, stepping into the glass walled shower on the other side of the room. “Thought we lost you for a minute there.”
“Confident, Blue. I'm confident not cocky.” I pour the salt into the bath, spreading it around and watching it make the water fizzle as the tub fills.
Bentley steps in, sliding down the back and wincing a little when he sits. “Whatever you say, Axe.”
“That’s right.” I lean in, kissing him before I lean back, still sitting naked on the edge. “Whatever I say.” I wink and Bentley narrows his eyes as Janette laughs behind us.
“We’ll see,” Bentley mumbles, grabbing my arm and pulling me over the edge of the tub.
Contentment settles into my bones, and I smile, letting myself fall into the water, comforted by the fact that I have both of them. That I love both of them. And feeling how much they love me.
The End