Chapter 22
Bode
The powder runs had transformed me, and Wade was there waiting, standing at the bottom in a jacket and sweatpants, holding two steaming mugs. He’d watched us come down. I could tell by the smile on his face.
“That looked so fun. Good run?” he said.
Lucky shoved her goggles up, her cheeks bright from the cold. “It was incredible,” she said, still breathing hard. “Fuck, Bode snowboarding powder has to be the hottest thing ever.”
“Lucky is pretty sexy, too,” I said.
We set our gear on the rack by the door and went inside. Wade dropped into a kitchen chair and stretched his legs all the way under the table. Lucky leaned against the counter and sipped her hot cocoa.
I stood at the sink and drank a glass of water and looked out the window at the slope, and had a thought so simple I almost missed it.
I want to go back tomorrow.
That thought. After months of nothing, was interesting. I turned it over with care, checking it from all sides. Lucky had to work tomorrow, and Wade couldn’t possibly call off from the hospital for beginner snowboarder-related soreness for another day. But still, I wanted to go.
I turned around. Lucky was watching me from across the kitchen, hands wrapped around her mug. Wade was watching me too.
“Where’s my prize?” I asked. “I was promised cock and pussy.”
“Phone,” she said, holding out her hand. My stomach flip-flopped.
“Right now?”
“Before you can back out.”
And I thought about that thought, about wanting to go, about how much I wanted to chase it, and how much it scared me. And I pulled the phone out of my pocket and dialed the number myself, asking to schedule an appointment while Lucky and Wade watched, cheering me on.
It was super awkward, but it got done. And I was so fucking ready for my prize.
We didn’t make it far, tumbling together into the couch, and Lucky was climbing into my lap and Wade had me by the collar pulling me into a desperate kiss. His mouth was warm and tasted like the hot cocoa, and he made a low sound and pulled me closer with his hand flat between my shoulder blades.
“I’m going to be better at snowboarding than you,” he said against my mouth.
“You are not,” I said, and he grinned, then kissed me again.
“You’ll have to keep going, keep up your skill, before I surpass you.”
Lucky’s mouth was at the joint of my shoulder, and I could sense her smiling.
“I want to fuck you, Bode. And I want you to fuck me. Tonight, both, if you’re in. And somewhere we’ve got to fit in fucking Lucky, too, because she deserves it.”
The directness of it landed somewhere in my sternum.
“Okay,” I said.
“That’s it? Okay?”
“Wade.” I held his gaze. “I want the same thing. I want to fuck.”
“He did mention it on the chairlift,” Lucky said, nipping at my neck. “And I want to watch. Keep going. You’ll be giving me one of my favorite fantasies.”
“You talked about fucking on the chairlift!” Wade looked horrified.
“A closed gondola. With no one else around.”
He tilted his head. “Closed gondola. No one else around. That gives me ideas. How long is the ride?”
“Focus, Wade. Let’s move this to Bode’s room.” Lucky was already getting up, and I knew it wasn’t a suggestion but a command. She was our domme, after all.
Wade grinned at me. I stood up and followed them both down towards my bedroom, leaving a trail of our clothing in our wake. By the time we got to my bed, we were all naked and ready.
“I want to see everything,” Lucky whispered, her breath hot against my lips as she kissed me hard.
“Want to see you stretched open by that big sexy cock.” Wade was behind me, his chest pressed to my back, his cock hard and nestled between my cheeks as he kissed my neck, sending electric shivers down my spine.
“You’re going to look so fucking good taking him,” Lucky murmured, sliding her hand down to wrap around my cock. Her grip was perfect, firm enough to make me groan but loose enough to tease.
Wade’s hands gripped my hips, his cock grinding slowly against my ass. Each slide of his length made my breath catch as I imagined it slipping into me, splitting me open. His teeth grazed my earlobe, and I felt myself melting between them.
“On your back,” Lucky commanded, and together they guided me down onto the mattress. I went willingly, my body humming with anticipation as they spread my legs open.
Lucky stretched out beside me, her hand never leaving my cock as she stroked me lazily as she watched Wade reach for the lube on the nightstand.
I reached for her, sliding my fingers between her legs where she was already slick and hot. She gasped when I found her clit, circling it slowly as Wade popped open the bottle.
“Fuck, you’re good at that,” she breathed, rocking against my hand.
Wade settled between my legs, his expression intense as he warmed the lube between his fingers. “Ready?” he asked, and I nodded, not trusting my voice.
The first press of his finger made me tense. “Breathe,” Lucky whispered, leaning down to kiss me deeply as Wade worked me open with careful patience. I moaned into her mouth as his finger slid deeper. He was inside me.
“That’s it,” Wade encouraged, adding a second finger. The stretch burned in the best way, making my cock throb in Lucky’s hand.
I curled my fingers inside Lucky, matching Wade’s rhythm, making her moan and tremble against me.
He stretched and scissored his fingers, and pain and pleasure melded together into a heady sensation I never would have imagined felt so good.
By the time he had three fingers inside me, I was writhing on the bed, whimpering as I fucked myself on his hand like a slut.
Lucky’s mouth had moved to my nipple, her teeth grazing the sensitive flesh while her hand never stopped its maddening rhythm on my cock, stroking up, twisting over the head, then sliding back down.
“How does it feel?” she asked against my chest, her dark eyes watching my face intently.
“So full. So good,” I managed, the word breaking on a moan as Wade’s fingers curled inside me, brushing that spot that made stars explode behind my eyelids.
“Just good?” Wade teased, slowing his movements until they were barely there, just the barest press of his fingertips.
I groaned in frustration. “Fuck, it’s amazing. Don’t stop.”
Lucky laughed, a low, wicked sound that vibrated against my skin. “We’re not stopping, baby. We’re just getting started.” She released my cock, and I whimpered at the loss of her touch. “Wade, I think he’s ready for more.”
Wade nodded, his eyes dark with desire, but instead of giving me what I desperately wanted, he withdrew his fingers completely. The emptiness was immediate and aching.
“Please,” I whispered, not even recognizing my own voice.
“Please what?” Lucky prompted, trailing her fingernails lightly down my chest, over my stomach, before wrapping around my cock again. Her touch was feather-light now, maddening.
“Fuck me. Please. I can’t be empty, I need Wade’s cock. Please, Duchess. Let me have it.”
“He’s ready,” Lucky said, her voice thick with arousal. “Give him the prize he earned today.”
Wade withdrew his fingers, and I moaned as the blunt head of his cock pressed against me, hot and soft all at once. Lucky’s hand tightened around my shaft as she shifted position, her eyes locked on where Wade and I were about to join.
“This is what I’ve been waiting for,” she whispered. “My beautiful boys joined together.”
The pressure built as Wade pushed forward slowly. I gasped at the intrusion, the stretch so much more intense than his fingers had been. My eyes watered, and I tried to force my body to relax and accept him, because I wanted it so fucking badly.
“Oh god,” I choked out, my fingers stilling inside Lucky.
“Don’t stop,” she commanded, grinding against my hand as she watched Wade sink deeper into me. “Look at you taking him. That’s gorgeous.”
Wade groaned as he bottomed out, his hands gripping my thighs. “Fuck, Bode, you feel incredible.”
The fullness was unlike anything I’d experienced, strange and overwhelming and fucking perfect.
When Wade was fully inside me, I felt impaled in the most incredible way.
Every nerve ending lit up, my body stretching to accommodate him.
The pressure was almost overwhelming, bordering on too much, and I had to grip the sheets beneath me, trying to steady my breathing.
“You okay?” Wade asked, his voice strained with the effort of staying still. His hands trembled slightly where they gripped my thighs.
“Just... need a second,” I managed, feeling my body slowly adjust around him. Lucky stroked my hair, watching my face with fascination.
“That’s it, breathe through it,” she encouraged, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest. “Look at you taking his big cock. So fucking beautiful. You have every inch of him inside you.”
The burning sensation gradually transformed into something more manageable, then into something I craved. I experimentally shifted my hips, and the movement sent a jolt of pleasure up my spine that made me gasp.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned, doing it again. The sensation was addictive. I couldn’t wait anymore, I needed to feel that slide, that friction. I started moving my hips, trying to fuck myself on Wade’s cock, grinding up against him to take him deeper.
Wade groaned, his fingers digging into my flesh. “Jesus, Bode, you can’t stay still, can you?”
“You like that?” Lucky whispered, her eyes darting between my face and where Wade and I were joined. “You like feeling him inside you? You’re a little slut for it.”
“Yes,” I gasped, as Wade started to thrust harder and Lucky’s hand returned to my cock, stroking in time with his thrusts.
I began moving my fingers inside Lucky again, matching Wade’s slow, careful thrusts.
“That’s it,” Lucky purred, working my cock in time with Wade’s movements. “Let him fuck you while you fuck me with your fingers.”