Combined Assets
Dante
Finn has always loved games. Sara whimpers as he teases her. Maybe he can tie me to my bed for Sara when she sleeps with me, and she can finally have her fun that got cut short at Drew’s club.
I reach over and flick her hardened nipple. Her breath catches. Her lust-blown green eyes meet mine.
The only rule we didn’t revisit is the one I made.
About how if this gets to be too much, she tells me.
I still want that. Her to tell me when things get to be too much.
But what this relationship is has changed.
We aren’t the same fools who stumbled into a plan to fuck the woman we love and then let her go.
It was a plan with so many holes in it. We were already in too deep before it even began.
“Wait, flower.” Finn pauses his teasing, holding still inside her.
She hisses out her breath, squirming on his lap. “Finn.”
“By the time you sit on the last cock, you’re going to be so strung out it will take very little to get you to come.
” Finn brushes his lips over the back of her neck.
He’s putting on a show, which definitely helps him get off, but Sara’s into it too.
There’s no denying she likes to be watched.
“After you’re through with the others, I want you to come back to me and sink onto my cock so I can feel how your overworked cunt flutters around me. ”
Sara tries to roll her hips again, but his arm holds her pinned against him.
“Any other business we need to attend before we get this going?” Finn looks around at the three of us.
“Open and honest communication will need to be a must,” I say as my fingers brush against Sara’s thigh where it rests over mine. “We need to be truthful with each other. If there’s anything more we need to know, get it out there now. We don’t need to be blindsided in a few years.”
“I asked Dante to marry me,” Sara pants out. “He said no.”
“What?” Wyatt glares at me like I did him a personal wrong.
“Are you mad she asked? Or mad I said no?” I arch an eyebrow, not really caring which. I rub my hand across the back of my neck. “My uncle wants me to get married. Being married would prevent it. But it’s not something we would do without discussing it with everyone. Obviously.”
“Is that what you want, flower?” Finn strokes her clit in tight little circles. “You want to marry Dante?”
“I want to save him the way he saves me.” Her words are hurried and she lets out a frustrated breath. “Finn.”
He pinches her clit and she cries out her release, coming all over his cock. “Hands on my knees, flower.”
She puts her hands on his knees with her head hanging down and he holds her hips to fuck up into her, hard and fast. The conversation is put on hold as we all watch Sara take the pounding, knowing this girl loves everything we give her.
She lets out a moan as she comes again. Finn pulls her down and groans his release. Both she and Finn breathe heavily. His forehead pressed against her back, her elbows trembling as she holds herself up.
“Come here, trouble.” Wyatt’s words make Sara look up. “We can do better.”
Wyatt glances at me and I know this conversation isn’t over. But we’ll need to discuss it sometime when we aren’t balls deep in Sara. At some point, marriage will be on the table. Sara wants to be married, but it isn’t legal for her to marry all of us.
It will be a decision she might not want to make, and it will be on us to make her dreams come true the best we can.
Wyatt
Something fierce and possessive ran through me when Sara said she asked Dante to marry her. Out of everyone, he or Drew is the logical choice. Unless she wants to marry the son of a criminal.
It doesn’t burn me any less that he has that option. Yet another reason I’m ill-suited to be with Sara. But it’s not enough to keep me away from her. Not anymore. I take Sara’s hand as she rises off Finn and draw her toward me. She’s stunningly beautiful, clothed and naked.
This is definitely my preference though. I stop her when her feet touch mine and stand, invading her space but not letting her back up. Her gaze clings to mine as I lower my boxers to the floor, brushing her nipples with my bare chest.
I sit down. “Turn around, trouble. You know the rules of the game.”
She swallows but turns to face the others. I take hold of her hips and ease her down onto my lap, pausing to line my cock up with her entrance before bringing her down on me. She gasps as she settles over me, warm and wet from both her and Finn’s cum.
I slide my fingers over her lips. “Suck them like a good girl.”
She opens her mouth as I adjust her legs over mine, then thrust my fingers into her warm mouth. She sucks and laves at them like they’re my cock. Perfection.
I drag my fingers down her chin and neck, flicking her nipple on my way down to her stomach and her clit.
Finn sits across from her, watching, staring at where we’re connected. Being watched was never my kink but it definitely wasn’t something I was opposed to. I like it rough and wild. I like dominating my girl while I fuck her.
And Sara, fuck. I love that bratty side of her I know wouldn’t have been there when she was younger and in love with the idea of me. But now she’s perfect and exactly what I need.
I press my fingers against her clit and feel it pulsing against them. We can do better.
I thread my other fingers into Sara’s hair and yank her head back.
“Ahh,” she says and grabs on to the arms of the chair. I pull her head back until her body is arched away from mine and her hips are pressed forward.
I part my fingers, sliding them on either side of her clit and down around my cock.
“Wyatt,” she moans.
“Come whenever you like, trouble.” I kiss her shoulder. “Or don’t. We can stay like this all night. Your tight little pussy squeezing the fuck out of my cock. Your needy little clit begging for attention.”
She pants out a breath. I don’t really care who wins this competition. I’ll get my night with Sara either way. But while the prize isn’t tempting, getting my girl to scream loud enough to wake the neighbors is something I don’t mind trying to accomplish.
Her pussy is soaked as I stroke her, holding her open so the others can see her pulsing clit aching to be touched and rubbed. But I deny it with every stroke.
She squirms in my lap.
“This might take a while.” Dante sits back and stretches his neck.
“Fuck, just taking your cock will make the girl scream.” Drew chuckles as he gestures to the erection hidden in Dante’s boxers.
“She’s getting that flush she gets when she’s close to coming.” Finn leans forward like he’s eager to watch her topple off into oblivion. He sounds like a fucking announcer at a sporting event.
“Wyatt, please,” she grinds out. Her hips try to roll, but with the way I have her held, she’s not moving anywhere I don’t want her to.
I draw my hand back and smack her pussy. She releases a whimper and her cunt tightens around me.
“What did you say, trouble?” I slide my fingers back around her clit.
She lets out a little moan. “Make me come, Wyatt.”
I tsk. “Wrong answer, trouble.”
My hand comes down on her pussy once, twice, and a third time. I take my hand away from her as she pants through the pain/pleasure.
“What do you call me?”
“Sir.”
“That’s better.” I bring my fingers to her clit and rub her in tight, hard circles.
“Oh, fuck. Oh.” Her words become unintelligible as she cries out and squirts all over my lap.
I move her onto the floor with my cock still buried inside her pulsing cunt and push her head down to the ground where I kneel behind her and drive my cock deep inside her over and over again. She tightens all around me, and my vision goes white as she milks the cum from my body.
She giggles as our breathing levels out.
“What’s funny, trouble?” I fuck my still-hard cock in and out of her a few times, enjoying the aftershocks, before pulling out.
“I’m just considering how different my life is now than a few months ago.” She pushes up so she’s kneeling and looks over her shoulder at me. “How different we are from a few months ago.”
I run my fingers under her chin. “I’ve always loved you, Sara. But it’s different now. Deeper and more meaningful.”
She turns and kisses me, taking my breath away. I slide my fingers into her hair, cradling her as I gently explore her mouth. When I pull away and look down into her pale green eyes, they are filled with love and satisfaction.
Even though I want to keep her to myself, I straighten and put my boxers back on before taking my seat. She glances at me as if waiting for an order. I smirk and rub the fingers that smell like her across my lips.
“Crawl to Drew, trouble.”
She turns and crawls on her hands and knees over to Drew. He slides his boxers down to release his cock.
“Don’t worry, princess.” He offers her his hand and helps her to her feet to guide her onto his cock. “I know what my little slut needs.”
She sinks down onto his cock with a breathy sigh and leans back against his chest. I had issues at first with him fucking her when I wasn’t there.
Maybe I thought he might hurt her or do something to her I hadn’t yet.
Or maybe I just didn’t feel comfortable with the guy who Sara was willing to put me aside for.
Now? Fuck, the guy is one of us. He’s part of what makes this work. He’s part of what makes Sara and us work. If she has to marry someone, it wouldn’t be awful if it were Drew or Dante.
But not me. My father and the truth are still out there. He might be dead, but I don’t know. I’ve never looked for him again, too ashamed of what I let happen in the past. I’m letting it go, but it will take time to heal that wound I let fester for so long.
Drew doesn’t mess around, whispering in her ear about how well she takes all of us. How she’s dripping like a slut filled with cum all over his lap. How he can’t wait to fuck his little whore. All that time, his fingers work her sensitive clit until she goes off.
“That’s it, my little whore. Hands on my knees. I’m going to fuck you hard so you can get off again before taking Dante’s giant cock in this tight little pussy.” Drew waits for her to lean forward and then fucks up into her.
She moans and pants as he builds her up to another orgasm. Her breath becomes shorter.
“That’s it. Milk my cock.” He strains into her, burying himself deep.
They take a second to catch their breath. Drew presses a kiss to her shoulder and lifts her off him. He pats her ass.
“Go take care of the big guy and then you can come clean up your mess.”
She glances back at his lap. Her inner thighs glisten with all of us, except Dante. Dante slowly strokes his cock as he watches her. She walks toward him with purpose, and before he can guide her, she straddles his lap and slides down over him.
“Rule breaker,” I mutter.
Drew laughs. Finn slides his hand up and down her thigh.
Dante presses his forehead to hers and holds her hips as she slowly fucks him. I knew we all wanted her when we were younger. I thought the others had gotten over their crushes as I struggled with the fact she wanted me and I couldn’t have her.
But now when I watch them with her, I know they struggled just as much but didn’t let it show. Finn flirted relentlessly with her, but she never took him seriously. Why should she? He flirted with everything that moved.
Dante protected her. How many times did he pull her out of somewhere because I was about to lose my cool and show her exactly what it meant to be mine? He touched her. Guided her while she fought against him.
All this time and we’re still just those same teenage boys wanting to play with our favorite toy. Except the depths of our feelings for her now are so obvious, there would have been no hiding it.
Her arms curl around Dante’s neck as she rocks over him. There’s no one else in this room except them, but they’re aware of us and they accept us. But sometimes it feels like there’s a bond between them that nothing could break.
I smile as she moans her release and he pulls her down over him with a groan.
If Sara should marry anyone, it should be Dante.