Chapter 12
TWELVE
LAUREN
Princess treatment during the day? Immaculate experience.
Princess treatment at night? Equally fantastic.
But princess treatment after you’ve just been ruined? The best thing to ever happen.
Even if it’s a first for me.
Post-shower and hair scrubbing to get the smell of chlorine and sex off of me, I lay in a crumpled ball in one of Sean’s T-shirts and boxers, staring up at the ceiling of his bedroom—more exhausted than I have ever been in my entire life.
Sean and Noah both lay on their sides next to me, watching me.
I give each of them a side-long glance. “I’m not gonna break into a million pieces, ya know.”
Sean moves his head from side to side. “You could.”
Noah slyly moves a hand down my stomach. “You know, you didn’t at the end. We can fix that now.”
I swat his hand away. “Okay, I might not break into a million pieces, but she absolutely will.”
Sean bursts out laughing. “She?”
“Would you prefer I call it a he?”
Noah’s head collapses on my shoulder. “Okay, both of you. No more. Stop talking. I take it back.”
Sean shrugs, even though a playful smile stays firmly on his face. “I’m pansexual, sweetheart. Call it whatever you want.”
Closing my eyes, a comfortable silence fits over all three of us as the exhaustion well and truly begins to creep up. So, of course, I have to break it and ask questions. “Hey, Sean?”
“Yes, beautiful?”
“Why do we always have sex in the middle of the night?”
Noah snorts into my shoulder, wrapping a possessive arm around my waist. My eyes don’t have to be open to know that Sean more than likely is rolling his eyes.
He responds to my question with a question of his own.
“Why do you always tempt me in the middle of the night? I’m the old man here. I have a bed time, ya know.”
That makes Noah pick his head up. “Okay, no. Daddy kink, sure. No old man shit. Hard no.”
“I’m turning fifty soon, dumbass.”
I can’t help the smile that covers my entire face at Sean’s response. “And we’re turning thirty soon. I probably need a chiropractor as much as you do.”
A harsh sequel leaves my mouth when Sean twists one of my nipples over his T-shirt, and my eyes pop wide open. I turn to him, aghast. “What was that for?”
“Because I can now.”
I squint at him.
“And you’re a brat. And I wanted to see those pretty brown eyes.”
“Didn’t have enough of them when you were choking me and demanding eye contact?” I retort back.
His answer is firm. “Never.”
I turn towards Noah. “How have you dealt with this man for ten years?”
Noah’s face turns downright devious. He leans down to whisper in my ear, “With his cock down my throat and filling my ass. He has lots of perks to him.”
I take a deep breath.
Okay, yeah. That’s really fucking hot.
But it only brings more fucking questions to my mind. Or rather, a statement. “We’re going to have to talk about everything, ya know.”
Noah nods. Sean smiles.
It’s mutually understood though.
Not tonight.
Tonight, we just enjoy what the possibility of an us could even be.
And I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel excited at the prospect.
The sound of a buzzing noise stirs me from sleep. I groan, a pout heavy on my face. When did I even set an alarm? Why does it feel like it’s on me?
The sound of Noah moaning springs my eyes wide open, just as a deep, masculine chuckle leaves him.
I blink down at myself, disoriented, and gasp.
The fucking buzzing is a vibrator on my clit.
Holy shit.
Turning my head, I find them with their legs scissoring each other, while Sean’s fist wraps around both of their lengths, jerking them off simultaneously.
The sight of both of their cocks in one hand makes my mouth go downright dry, and a whimper tears out of me as the vibration on my clit turns from an unfamiliar one to one of pleasure.
Both of their eyes stay on me as Sean slowly brings them both toward climax. He smirks, his voice rough with sleep. “Good morning, beautiful.”
My mouth parts.
This shouldn’t be so hot, but it really fucking is.
Noah moans as Sean starts flicking his wrist with every upward motion.
He tosses his head back, panting, while bearing the majority of his weight on his hands.
Their cocks slide together, wet with spit.
Then he turns his lustful gaze back on me immediately.
“Daddy wanted to play. Can’t leave our girl out, though. You wanna play?”
Sean speeds up his stroking at being called Daddy, and both of us cry out—Noah at the feeling of it, and me at the visual of the live-action porno.
My words come out as a whimper. “Is this really happening right now?”
Noah raises a playful eyebrow as he breaths deeply. “Why? Our pretty girl think she’s dreaming?”
I nod my head, breathless.
Sitting up as much as he can, Noah pushes firmly on the vibrator that’s positioned over my my pussy, allowing him to work us both.
My legs spread instantly, hips lifting uncontrollably into the buzzing sensation.
My own head falls back down with a moan.
Noah grunts. “Not a dream, baby girl. You want to keep using this one or do you need more?”
As sore as I am, I have no hesitation when I beg, “More. Please, more.”
Sean growls, turning to me. His fist moves even faster and he nearly bears his teeth from the pleasure coursing through him. “Ya know, I wanted to frot his cock inside of you again. But Noah said no.”
I whine. “Now?”
I don’t think I could take that much more, so soon.
Even though the idea is a little appealing.
Sean laughs. “No. Not yet. He’s right. You need a marginal break. And I love spoiling you, but I can’t forget to spoil him too—if we’re turning this dynamic into the three of us.”
Noah grunts. “I’m good with favoring her.”
He turns his gaze back to him, daring Noah to test him. “Oh, I know, Son. Me too. But you’re still going to take your Daddy’s cock. I haven’t fucked your ass in way too long.” His eyes go back to mine. “And frankly, I own you both now. I’ll do whatever the fuck I want.”
With Noah’s hand still pushing the vibrator into my clit, my legs start to shake at the image of them before me and the words coming from his mouth. “You own me? Us?”
Noah’s breathing turns ragged. “We both do. All of us. To each other.”
My mouth drops open, my orgasm cresting. Part of me knows I’m coming because of those words, more than anything. And that thought alone is beyond terrifying.
Right when my pussy begins to tingle, me directly on the edge, both men before me fucking laugh and pull the vibrator away entirely. I whine. “What? No. Why? I was right there.”
Sean’s gaze is hard and heavy. “You lied yesterday, little girl. When you told Noah that you didn’t know me. Your rules. You lie, you get punished. Consider this a gift—because I know ways to make you cry.”
Noah groans. His eyes go back and forth between me and Sean. “Sean, I’m gonna come. Fuck. You want me to come like this?”
Sean leans up, taking his weight off of his other hand, and smacks the tip of Noah’s dick. “That’s not my fucking name.”
He cries out. “Daddy! Fuck!”
With renewed effort, Sean jerks the both of them off like his life depends on it. “Come little one. Come for Daddy. Come right on Daddy’s cock. But then you’re going to fuck our girlfriend and breed her sweet pussy while I take your ass.”
Noah grunts loudly, losing his control. The hand that was previously holding the vibrator to my pussy grips my thigh in a bruising hold, and I watch as Noah’s dick twitches and spills hot cum all over Sean’s cock.
He’s a mess of moans, grunts, and cries.
The cum acts as lube between them, adding to Sean’s strokes, and Sean and I watch in a complete trance.
Before I can say anything at all, Sean groans loudly. “Fuuuuuck.”
Before I know it both of them are coming on each other, sticky cum mixing with sticky cum. It pools around their lengths, coating every single inch of them.
Jesus Christ.
All of that cum was inside of me last night.
And god help me—because I want it every single day for the rest of my life.
They both twitch and shake, sensitive as their orgasms fade. Sean’s hand stays around the base of their cocks, holding them firmly together.
I whimper, “I want this every day for the rest of my fucking life.”
I watch as both men look at each other and smile from my words.
But it’s Noah who backs up from Sean, his dick still covered in a mixture of their cum—only to crawl overtop of me.
He lifts Sean’s T-shirt, exposing my breasts to the cold air, and leans down to suck one into his mouth.
Sean rolls over to do the exact same thing, biting into one of my nipples softly. I gasp as both of them suck on me.
After a couple minutes of them licking, sucking, and biting my flesh, Sean raises his head to kiss me sweetly.
“Ours.”