Chapter 19
Lucky
"Marshmallows?" Wade asked as he poured us all hot cocoa, which was both ridiculous and right after our fun out on the snow.
"Obviously."
He shook the bag at Bode, who held out his mug.
The three of us sipped our drinks, standing at the kitchen island, shoulders nearly touching, steam rising from our mugs.
The house was quiet around us except for the sound of wind off the mountain.
My hair was still damp from where snow had gotten into my braid.
I was wearing one of Bode's big hoodies over my thermals.
"Okay," I said. “Now that we’ve had our fun in the snow, it's time for Bode’s reward. And Wade, my big goofy fucktoy, is going to help.”
"Yeah?" Wade said.
"Don't make it a whole thing."
His dimples appeared. He was annoyingly handsome when he was triumphant. "Not making it a thing. It makes me so hot every time you talk like that, Duchess."
Bode put down his mug, cheeks turning a little pink, and the guys surrounded me. “What does our Duchess want?”
I met his eyes and smiled. “Thank you for getting out and playing in the snow with us. I know it was hard.”
“It was whatever.”
“It was great. Don't bullshit me. And I think you deserve a reward.”
Wade’s dimples flashed as he stepped closer. “He likes rewards!”
“Don’t speak for him, fucktoy,” I said. Wade shivered.
I led them both towards Bode’s room, which had become our default place to fuck because it had the biggest bed. The furniture was sparse. There was a good lamp on a single nightstand, books stacked on the floor, and a massive king-sized bed covered in dark sheets and a plush comforter.
I sat on the edge of the bed and looked at both of them standing there, and I thought: I don't want to perform tonight.
The other nights I'd been excellent at performance.
Controlled, deliberate, precise. I'd known what I wanted and how to ask for it and how to make them earn it.
It had been genuinely, deeply satisfying in ways I hadn't expected, the power of it, the trust involved, the way they'd both responded with a completeness that had cracked things open in me I hadn't planned to examine.
Tonight was different.
"Come here," I said. Not a command. A request.
Wade sat beside me on the bed. Bode stood back, watching.
"Hi," Wade said.
"Hi yourself. Ready to be a good fucktoy and help me make Bode and me come?”
“Fuck yes.” He reached up and tucked a strand of damp hair behind my ear, which was such a simple thing that I almost told him to stop. Bode came and sat on the other side of me.
Wade kissed me first. Long and unhurried, his hand cupping my jaw, nothing performative about it. Every single time we kissed, he kissed me like he'd been thinking about it for nine years. When he pulled back his eyes were open and close and blue.
Bode kissed me next. Different: fewer words, more direct, the angle of his chin tipping my face up. He kissed with the same intensity he did everything, like he was focused completely on me.
Then I smiled at them and watched as they reached across and kissed each other, losing themselves in the passion they had for one another.
"I want both of you. At the same time.”
Wade pulled back, eyes wide. “What happened to me being the fucktoy?”
“That’s later. This is… I need it. Two cocks, inside me.”
Bode frowned. “Can we use condoms like that?”
“We’ve all been tested, and I’m on the pill,” I said. “If it’s okay with both of you. I just… I want to feel you both, and for you to feel each other.”
“Fuck yeah,” Wade said, leaning in for another rough kiss. “I mean, anything our Duchess desires.”
I laughed and looked at Bode who shrugged. “I love pressing my dick against Wade’s, and I love sex with you. What could be bad about both those things together?”
Wade laughed. “He makes a very good point. But first, should we get you nice and wet, Lucks?” He moved in for another kiss, hand trailing between my legs, and Bode followed his lead, kissing his way down my throat to my breasts, licking hungrily at my nipples.
I pulled Wade’s head down beside his, then bucked off the bed as each man took a nipple into his mouth, the pleasure somehow compounded far more than was logical by the sensation of both nipples being sucked at once.
And fuck, I needed them both so badly.
I pushed Bode onto his back, and straddled his cock, sinking down on him with a rough groan.
“Oh fuck,” he breathed. “Mm, you feel so good bare.”
Wade moved behind me, kicking Bode’s legs apart and kneeling between them. His hands roamed down my back, massaging my ass as he coaxed me to enjoy Bode’s cock, to ride him.
“Maybe I do get to be the fucktoy after all,” he murmured, shifting to lean down and trace his tongue across where we were joined, fitting a finger inside me with Bode’s cock, testing.
I shuddered at the stretch, watching Bode as his eyes widened.
“Oh, fuck man, you keep sucking my balls and I’m coming before you even get inside her.”
“Don’t you dare.”
Wade laughed, his breath feathering across my pussy as he shifted again, helping me ride Bode, kissing his way up my spine, warm and careful and asking once more as his lubed cock nudged against Bode’s, making us both shiver.
”Still sure?”
“Yes,” I hissed.
"Breathe," Bode said.
I breathed.
Bode held me still, coaxing me to lean forward, and slowly, Wade pushed into me.
I wasn’t prepared for how full I would feel as Wade seated himself inside me and dropped his forehead against my back, breathing shaky. “Holy fuck, Lucks,” he groaned. “I have both of you.”
I was surrounded by them, Bode’s chest under my palms, his eyes on my face, Wade's body tight against my back, held in place by the weight and warmth of both of them, by their cocks wedged deep inside me. I reached back and tugged Wade closer, grinding down onto Bode at the same time.
My two men.
I held Bode's gaze and felt Wade breathe against my spine. Wade shuddered, and I held him there. “Just wait,” I whispered. “Let me feel this.”
“Yes, Duchess,” Wade groaned. “But fuck do I want to move.”
“And I’m the one with ADHD?” Bode asked, pulling a hoarse laugh out of me. “Patience, man. Let her adjust. I know it feels good, fuck, you know I know. But we can be slow for her.”
I leaned forward and kissed him, and the shift in position was profound, pushing them into just the right place to make me squirm.
“Okay. Fuck me, boys,” I whimpered.It wasn’t perfect.
Wade pulled out a bit too far, then cursed as he tried to press back into me, Bode’s laughter shaking us both.
And Wade’s next thrust was his retribution, hitting so deep it made me groan and Bode’s eyes roll back.
He gripped my hips and thrust up into me, chasing the slide of Wade’s cock inside me as both of them fought for space that wasn’t there.
They moved faster, finding a way to alternate their thrusts so I was never empty, always had one of them fully inside me. And then, when I needed them both, they shifted and thrust together, filling me more completely than I would have thought possible.
Bode’s eyes were glazed over as he reached up and touched my face. I turned my face into his palm and kissed it, body shaking as the most intense pressure I’d ever felt built inside me.
Wade pressed his lips to the back of my neck and said my name, with a weight he didn't try to control, and an orgasm crashed through me, their tenderness in the middle of such a wild coupling, too much for me to hold onto.
I didn’t come down from the high, not really, and the orgasms hit in waves, my full body convulsing between them as they held me where they needed me and fucked me with wild abandon. I was oversensitive and I was crying a little, but I didn’t want it to stop.
“Fuck, I need your cum in me. Please,” the words spilled from my lips, shaky and wild, as I remembered that they were both bare.
That they could fill me up and I could carry that with me.
And Bode arched up beneath me, his warmth pulsing inside me as he let out a shout I hadn’t heard from him before.
Wade thrust a few more times, rougher now, sinking his teeth gently into my shoulder as he came deep inside me, already drenched in Bode’s cum.
Wade slipped out of me and stood, disappearing into the bathroom as I collapsed half on top of Bode. And then Wade was back, gently cleaning us off with a warm rag.
Bode tucked my head under his chin afterward and Wade pulled the blanket over all three of us and curled against my back, kissing patterns across my shoulder. None of us said anything for a long time.
“Bode, is that something you'd want to—“ Wade trailed off. “Me inside you, or you inside me. One of us inside Lucks. I don’t even fucking care. I just want to be connected, the three of us, in all the possible ways.”
“Yeah,” Bode said. “Yeah, me too.”
I smiled up at him. “Me three. In all the possible ways.”