Chapter 26 #2
She pulled back and studied him. Something passed between them, the wordless communication they’d developed that I was still learning to read.
“You complete us,” she said. That, like stating a fact. She leaned closer, softer, the way she said things that mattered most: “My good boy.”
Bode sighed. “I don’t see how.”
Lucky smiled, leaning across me and kissing him. “Simple. Wade’s the joy, the warmth and comfort, but you, my love, you’re the passion. Plain and simple. And before we met you, Wade and I were all friendship, all comfort. No passion.”
Bode’s expression: I didn’t have a word for it. Not the almost-smile, not the careful neutral. Underneath all of that. The thing that had been covered a long time.
“You guys woke me up,” he said. “I didn’t understand what anything could be until you two came blazing into my life, Lucky with zero filter, and Wade with zero chill.
I need that, people who aren’t playing a part or impressing sponsors or chasing the next big thing.
You’re both so unabashedly, joyfully yourselves. ”
Lucky laughed. “Well, now I am. For a long time, I was scared for anyone to find DeviDraws.”
“That’s just nuts, your art is hot as fuck. Even the Aimee Position thinks so,” I said.
Lucky sank into the water with a groan. “You guys listened to that interview?”
“It was fucking adorable,” Bode said. “You were crushing on us so hard.”
“She was. No wonder she fell for us,” I agreed.
The three of us sat in the water and the mountain was dark above us and the stars were too many and I thought about the call to Carol that was coming, the one where I’d tell her in incomplete sentences and she’d understand anyway because she always did.
Lucky took my hand and Bode’s at the same time, under the water.
“Okay,” she said. “Now we’ve said it.”
“Now we’ve said it,” I agreed.
Bode studied both of us. The expression on his face hadn’t gone away. “Speaking of me bringing the passion, I feel like it might be time to fuck?”
“Inside, though,” Lucky said. “There are rentals in all of the houses around us.”
“Don’t want to scar some random strangers,” I said, grinning as I pushed out of the tub. It was cold as fuck, and we squealed and giggled as we raced inside.
The bedroom was warm and dim, the house quiet around us.
Bode went to the nightstand and came back with a bottle of lube, setting it on the mattress without ceremony, practical, prepared, and that mattered more than I could explain. I’d been seen to. It had been thought about.
Lucky was pulling her underwear off, her eyes on me. I tugged my own off, then lay back on the bed and studied the two of them move around each other in the way they’d developed, no directions needed, both of them knowing where the other would be.
“On your stomach,” Bode said, and I rolled over.
He took his time, not letting me take control or take over like I usually did.
Today, I had to lie there and receive it, which turned out to be the hardest and best part.
His fingers worked, opening me up with patience that made my hands curl in the sheets.
He was attentive, reading my reactions the way he read everything, with that total quiet attention.
I made sounds I’d managed into silence. I didn’t manage them.
“Bode—” I started. “Need you.”
“I’ve got you,” he said. Steady. “Stay there.”
Lucky stretched out beside me, her hand on my back, her mouth at my shoulder. “You okay?”
“More than. So good.” I turned my head to face her.
“Yeah?”
Her eyes were dark and focused on me. “Yeah,” I said. “Come here.”
She kissed me, and Bode kept working, stretching me open, filling me with his fingers, and I stopped tracking time.
By the time he shifted his weight over me, I was more than ready.
I was loose, warm, and wanting, the wanting that had been building since the hot tub, since the deck, since he’d said, “ I’ve got you in that quiet matter-of-fact way.
” He pressed in, one hand at my hip and one braced by my shoulder, giving me every inch of his long cock, and I exhaled and through the stretch of it.
“Talk to me,” he said.
“Good,” I said. “You always feel good in me. Keep going.”
He did. Seated himself and held there, his chest pressed to my back, and I was aware of every point of contact: the weight of him, the warmth, the fullness I’d never had with anyone before this.
“Okay?” he said.
“Okay,” I said, which made Lucky laugh against my neck.
He shifted, pulling me onto my knees, my back against his chest, and thrust into me, kissing my throat, my shoulder. “I love you so much, baby,” he whispered. “Let us make you feel good, okay?”
Lucky had moved in front of me, spreading her legs wide. “Ready for me?”
I laughed. “Yes, Duchess.” And they guided me back down. Her hand came out, pressing my cock where she needed me, her pussy warm and tight and flawless, her palms flat on my chest, and the sensation of her around me while Bode was inside me was unbelievably good.
They had me.
Bode began to move, thrusting deep, and every move pushed me against Lucky.
Lucky moved with him, the rhythm of it finding itself, the three of us breathing into it together.
I got my hands on her hips, not to direct anything, to hold on, to have something to anchor to.
She whimpered, throwing her head back as the pleasure carried her away.
“You can let go, baby,” she whispered. “We have you.”
The pleasure built to overwhelming intensity, and I suddenly understood what she meant, because how could I stay focused on them when my body was being filled, stretched, stroked, and held in the most delicious ways?
Her pussy was tight and slick around my cock; his cock hit the perfect places deep inside me, making me feel like I was the center of their universe, the one their love was all pointed at right now, because right now, I was the one who needed it most.
Lucky’s breath changed: that pattern I knew, the catch in it, the shift in her hips, the flutter of her inner muscles around me.
Bode moved, and I felt it everywhere; the sound I made was wild as pressure built inside me, more intense than ever before.
My hands tightened on her hips as she came around me, her inner muscles milking my cock, and that was it; I followed her over the edge.
Bode sped up, fucking me with wild abandon, until his rhythm stuttered and held, his forehead dropping to the back of my neck as he drilled in deep, and I felt the warmth of his cum deep inside me.
For a while, none of us moved.
I laughed, small, soft, the kind that comes from something being full rather than funny, and collapsed sideways so I was between them, and that was where we stayed.
“You okay?” Bode said. It was the same question as in the hot tub, different everything else.
“Yeah,” I said. “Mostly. Much better than I was before.”
Lucky pressed her face into my shoulder, hugging me tight. “Make sure to tell us when you need us to make things better, sweetheart. I know you like to help, to be there for us, but we want to be there for you, too, okay?”
“Yes, Duchess,” I said, grinning, as Bode shifted off of me, and I took my weight off of her, flopping onto the bed.
“By the way, I heard through a little birdie that you throat-fucked Bodie two weeks ago without telling me.”
“Was that little birdie named Bode, perhaps?”
“Guilty.” Bode shrugged and laughed. “What? Her punishments are so sexy. Like, oh no, she might edge me and then make me eat her pussy. I quiver in fear.”
“Hmm. I’m starting to wonder if I’m doing this domme thing wrong,” Lucky muttered.
“Whatever you’re doing is perfect for us, and that’s all that matters,” I said, kissing the tip of her nose.