Chapter 23 – Tristan
TRISTAN
The Paris lights twinkle beyond my floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring in the December mist. It’s Christmas Eve, and all I want to think about is Waverly’s moans and Brax’s face as he fucks our girl.
My father’s words from yesterday still echo in my ears like an unruly teen who won’t be turned away or put in their place.
But as I watch Waverly laugh at something Braxton whispers in her ear, only to hear it slip into a moan as he thrusts into her, her cheeks flushed from expensive Bordeaux and wild lust, I realize I’m exactly where I want to be.
With the two of them.
It’s as simple and complex and impossible as that.
Waverly shivers as Braxton pumps deeper into her with slow, even fucks, his lips on her neck. I watch her face, my tie over her eyes and her lips parted, a portrait of desire that I could stare at forever and never grow tired or bored of.
I duck my head, suddenly needing to catch my breath.
I tap Braxton’s naked shoulder, letting him know it’s my turn, except as he pulls his wet cock from her soaking cunt, I lean into his ear. “You should start working her ass.”
He groans, his eyes going blacker than night, and with a simple nod, he pulls her up and I lie down on my back so she can sit astride me.
So I can fuck up into her. And so Brax can start working lubed fingers into her ass.
He bought the lube this morning and returned with it after his run, a hopeful and excited look on his face.
I love that we’re getting to use it now.
“Just breathe,” I whisper at her, not caring if we’re breaking our vow of who is fucking her where.
“You’re doing so well, sweetheart. I’m so fucking proud of you.
Look at you. So gorgeous, I can hardly stand it.
” Not just her body, though that’s exquisite, but the way she gives herself over to pleasure without pretense or performance.
She’s turned our world upside down this week. Taken all the mundane gray and turned it into the same silver as her eyes. She sparkles brighter than any light or ornament. More than that, I’m happy in a way I don’t remember being. Not ever. And I’m positive it’s the same for Brax.
Braxton kneels behind her, staring down at her heart-shaped ass, his hands on her knees, gently spreading her legs wider. “Relax,” he murmurs, kissing each cheek. “We’re going to make you feel so good, Sunshine.”
Waverly tenses, then relaxes as I run the vibrator lightly over her stomach, circling her navel and then lower as Brax adds a second lubed finger into her.
Her whole body trembles. “Please,” she whispers, but staying upright with us doing this to her is growing impossible for her.
I nod at Brax and slip out of her so I can lie her down on her back and position her legs on either side of Brax.
He leans down, places a kiss on her inner thigh, then looks up at me, waiting for permission.
I nod, and he dips his head between her legs, his tongue finding her center.
The sound she makes—part gasp, part moan—is almost enough to undo me.
I guide the vibrator to her clit, letting it hover just above where Braxton’s tongue is working and where his fingers slide back into her ass, scissoring.
“How does that feel?” I ask, though her arching back and grasping hands clinging to my arms tell me everything I need to know. I put her head on my lap, my wet cock resting against my abs, and run my other hand over her hair. Caressing her. Worshipping her.
“Amazing,” she manages between gasps. “Oh god, don’t stop.”
Santa and his eight fucking reindeer, along with Mrs. Claus and my goddamn grandmother, could park a sleigh in my living room right now, and I still wouldn’t stop.
My cock pulses, leaking an unholy amount of precum on my stomach as I press the vibrator directly to her clit, and she cries out, her hips bucking against Braxton’s mouth and fingers.
He holds her thighs, keeping her open and exposed as we work in tandem to drive her toward the edge.
He rings her asshole with his tongue, and she flies off the handle.
Her first orgasm takes her like a wave, crashing through her body as she trembles and moans and shakes. I keep the vibrator in place, relentless, as Braxton continues lapping at her, drawing out her pleasure until she’s whimpering, oversensitive, and desperate.
Until her cunt is leaking into her ass. Brax adds extra lubricant where we’re going to need it most, pushing it into her. Only then do I pull the toy away, setting it aside for later. Braxton sits back on his heels, his chin glistening with her arousal, a satisfied smile on his face.
“My turn,” I almost demand, positioning myself between her legs. Braxton replaces me, cradling her head in his lap as I just was, stroking her hair as I line myself up with her entrance. She’s slick and ready, and I slide in with one smooth thrust that makes us both moan.
The feeling of her around me is exquisite, tight and hot and perfect. I establish a rhythm, slow and deep, watching her face as pleasure rebuilds.
“You feel incredible,” I rasp, my hands gripping her hips, pulling her into each thrust. “So wet for us.”
Braxton reaches down to play with her tits, pinching her nipples lightly, drawing fresh gasps from her lips. “She loves this,” he observes, his own arousal evident in his voice and the bobbing cock he’s fighting not to start jerking.
I increase my pace, feeling my control slipping as her body responds to mine. But I’m not ready to finish. Not yet. After a few more thrusts, I withdraw, breathing hard.
“Your turn,” I tell Braxton, moving aside.
We trade places smoothly, and Braxton enters her with less restraint than I showed, his thrusts immediately faster, more playful. Waverly responds in kind, her hips lifting to meet him, her hands reaching up to find his shoulders.
I watch them for a moment, struck by how right it feels to share her this way, to see my best friend finding pleasure in the woman who has become essential to us both. Then I reach for the lube, warming it between my fingers.
She’s ready.
“Waverly,” I murmur, drawing her attention despite Braxton’s continued movements inside her. “Remember what I said about both of us?”
She nods, breathless.
“Is that still what you want?”
“Yes. I want to feel both of you inside me.”
Motherfucker.
I shift her so she’s sitting astride Brax, and he’s fucking up into her.
I pull her blindfold, wanting her eyes, wanting to see all of her.
I work slowly, carefully, one finger pressing gently inward as Braxton slows his pace to accommodate her adjustment.
She tenses at first, then gradually relaxes as I add more lubricant, more pressure.
“That’s it,” I praise as my finger slips fully inside. “You’re doing such a good job, Princess.”
Braxton leans up to kiss her, swallowing her moans as I add a second finger, stretching her carefully just as he did. “You’re so incredible. So perfect. God, Waverly, you don’t even know how wild I am for you,” he breathes against her lips. “So perfect for us.”
I work patiently, adding a third finger only when I’m certain she’s ready. All the while, Braxton maintains a slow, shallow rhythm inside her, keeping her on the edge of pleasure without pushing her over.
When I’m satisfied her ass is ready, I squeeze more lube than I likely need, coat my dick in it, and position the head of my cock against her rear entrance.
“Breathe,” I remind her, and feel her take a deep breath. “Now bear down slightly as I push in.”
The pressure is intense as I begin to enter her, the tight ring of muscle resisting before gradually yielding. I go slowly, giving her time to adjust to each new sensation, watching Braxton watch her face for any sign of discomfort.
“Where are we?” I check.
“Tight. Full. Oh my fucking full,” she gasps. “Don’t stop.”
Jesus. I’m goddamn winded, and I’m not even fully inside of her yet.
Brax adjusts her, pulling partially out so it’s easier for her to take, and with that, I press forward until I’m fully seated inside her ass, feeling Braxton’s cock through the thin wall separating us.
The sensation is overwhelming—tight, hot, forbidden.
Then Brax slides back in slowly, and we stay still, both inside her.
“Oh my god,” Waverly breathes, her head thrown back against my shoulder. “You’re both... I can feel you both.”
“Does it hurt?”
“A little. But I’m okay.”
I reach down to place the vibrator against her clit again, turning it to its lowest setting. “Now we’re going to fuck you properly.”
We start moving in tandem, finding a rhythm that works for all three of us.
When I pull back, Braxton pushes in, ensuring she’s always filled completely.
The vibrator adds another layer of sensation, making her cry out with each coordinated thrust. Making us feel it too.
It’s unlike anything else I’ve ever experienced.
Not in any of the other times we’ve done this.
Or maybe it’s the girl.
“You’re taking us so well,” I praise, watching where our bodies join, the obscene beauty of it. “Such a good girl, taking both your bosses’ cocks at once.”
“Yes,” she moans, her hands planted into Brax’s chest, her dark hair sweaty and draped over her shoulders. “Yes, please, more.”
Braxton groans beneath her, his hands gripping her hips, helping to control our movements. I shut the vibrator off because I can tell by the tense look on his face he’s barely hanging on, and I don’t want him to come. Not yet. It’s too soon.
“Does it feel good?” I demand, though I know the answer. “Tell us how it feels to be filled by both of us.”
I thrust up into the tight, hot, clenching heat of her ass, pumping until my pelvis meets the globes of her cheeks.
I give her a smack, and both she and Braxton groan as she clenches.
Sweat clings to my forehead, and I push her down so she’s chest to chest with Braxton, her full tits crushing into him.
He kisses her, cupping her face and devouring her mouth as his hips piston up into her.
I pull back so I can watch both our cocks sliding in and out of her.
So I can see the lewd display and burn it in my memory forever.
Her cunt and ass are stretched around our cocks and she’s so wet with it.
Not just from the lube. But fucking wet with how much she loves this.
Brax picks up his pace, pumping up into her, his eyes closed and his expression blissed-out.
“Fuck,” he pants, his cheeks flushed and his face sweaty. “Fuck.”
I shift my position and my hands so I can pummel in deeper and faster and harder. So there’s no space between us. It’s messy and loud and dirty as fuck but nothing as ever felt as good as this.
She bounces and moves between us, taking but also fucking us in return.
I bend forward, my chest against her back so I can whisper in her ear. “Is this what our little cock whore wanted? To be dirtied up by her bosses?”
“Yes! So good... I can’t... I’m going to...”
That’s the only warning before she starts to spasm and shake. Her orgasm is spectacular, her body convulsing between us, her inner muscles clenching rhythmically around our cocks. The sensation pushes me toward the edge, my control slipping as her pleasure peaks.
Braxton comes first, his grip on her hips tightening as he thrusts upward, pounding hard three more times, and then with one final thrust, he spills inside her with a guttural groan.
The feeling of his release, the pulsing of his cock so close to mine, sends me over the edge as well.
I thrust deep, holding myself there as pleasure tears through me, emptying myself inside her with an intensity that leaves me breathless.
For a long moment, none of us moves, joined and sated and panting in the firelight. Then, carefully, I withdraw from her body, helping her lift off of Braxton as well.
I bring us all down to the rug, not giving a fuck if we make it messy. “Are you all right?” I ask, brushing damp hair from her forehead.
Her smile is slow and satisfied. “Wow.”
I kiss her temple, and Brax chuckles. “Wow, is fucking right. I think I’m dead.”
When my legs regain function, I lift her and carry her into the bathroom.
We need a shower, and Brax follows, helping me care for our girl.
And once we’re clean and in pajamas, back on the sofa with Waverly between us, her head on my chest, her feet on Brax’s lap with his hand holding hers, I finally allow my mind to drift to places I’d rather it not go.
“Merry Christmas,” Braxton murmurs, his voice thick with exhaustion.
“Merry Christmas,” she says softly, a little distantly, lost in her own thoughts I don’t dare question.
I stare into the flames, thinking of my father, of the family legacy waiting for me here in Paris. Then I look down at Waverly’s face, peaceful and trusting against my chest, at Braxton’s hand protectively holding hers, and something shifts inside me.
Whatever comes next, whatever decision I make about the future, I know one thing with absolute certainty: I don’t ever want to let this go. And I have no idea what to do about that.