Hana
I felt much better over the next few days; it was done and there was tremendous weight off my shoulders. I knew I would have a mixture of emotions, but it was an overall feeling of relief. Michael and Jack were supportive and loving and tended to whatever I asked for. I was surprised at how civil they were being with each other. I didn’t even hear them argue once—maybe they left it for when I wasn’t around.
I had to show them that I appreciated their efforts in a way I knew they would enjoy.
Jack had a music business meeting via Zoom in the guest room, and Michael and I sat on the couch in the living room, his hand on my thigh while we both read. It was only our first week together, in whatever our relationship was, and it somehow felt normal.
“Baby.” I turned my head to him as I put my hand atop his. Lowering my voice to sound sultry, I said, “I would really love to show my appreciation for you.”
Michael’s eyes lit up, flickering up the stairs then back to me. “Just us two?” he asked eagerly.
I bit my lip and nodded. We hadn’t had real “alone time” since Jack had come to the house. We hadn’t had any semblance of normal at all since we had been reunited. He had gone fucking haywire on me and now he seemed like the usual, perfect Michael, if not a little reserved. I wanted us to have our connection back—I also wanted to talk about what had happened, but I wasn’t ready yet. I just wanted to show him how much I loved him in the only way I really knew how: physical touch.
Michael closed the book on his lap and put his arm atop the couch behind me.
“And how do you think you could show your appreciation?” His voice was deep and seductive.
I licked my lips before I slid down onto my knees on the floor and turned to face him. “May I please, sir, suck your cock?”
Fire blazed in his eyes, an eager smile flickering across his lips. The erection under his jeans was already evident and ready to spring free.
“My lovely Hana.” He put a strand of hair behind my ear. “I should be pleasing you.”
My mouth flew open, shocked. “I’m open to that, sir.” I smiled as I bit my lip.
Michael leaned down and put his hand behind my head and pressed his lips against mine. He was gentle and passionate, but I grew feral with need. I broke our kiss to stand and straddle him, taking off my shirt in one quick motion. I fervently pressed my lips against his, putting my hands to his face and grinding my hips over his erection.
“I need you, sir. I need you inside me,” I moaned, grabbing his hair with my hands and kissing his neck.
Michael suddenly lifted me up and set me down on the couch, quickly taking off my underwear and throwing them to the ground. He grabbed my thighs and pulled me to the edge of the couch, lifting my legs over his shoulders. I watched as he put his face to my pussy then gasped when he shoved his tongue inside of me, lapping my wetness like he was starving for me. I moaned as I grabbed his hair with my hands, the feeling of his tongue inside me and the roughness of his facial hair against my clit overwhelming me with ecstasy.
“I’m gonna come, sir. Please let me come,” I moaned loudly, lifting my hips up and down in an attempt to chase my orgasm.
He moaned into my pussy, swirling his tongue on my clit before looking up at me with a smile. “Now, Hana,” he said quickly then put his face back to my wetness.
I came onto his mouth, dazed in my pleasure as he continued, pulling me even closer to him.
“Fuck, Michael. Sir—” I came again, the intensity of his mouth and tongue overwhelming me.
He quickly pulled away from me and grabbed my hands as he laid his back on the floor and tugged me on top of him, my pussy perfectly lined up to his face.
“Fuck my face, Hana. Smother me. I want you to keep coming until you can’t stand it anymore,” he said before pulling down my hips so I could ride his face.
It was something I had never done with Michael; he was usually the one with the power, dominating me with his body, ordering me around and tying me up. I felt self-conscious all of a sudden, hesitating as I looked down. His eyes were eager with desire, and I realized he was still in control. And he wanted me. All I had to do was move my hips and he could do the rest.
I let my hands fall down to the floor above Michael’s head and began to grind on his face, his tongue swirling around and his hands holding down my thighs. The pleasure was overpowering; I instantly came, unable to stop my hips from moving, one orgasm turning into two then three. I could only recover for a few seconds before I felt the pressure of another orgasm building, and I lost count after five. Michael chuckled underneath me as I ran out of breath, my eyes shut tight as my thighs trembled.
“I…can’t…anymore,” I breathed out as I sat up and onto Michael’s chest.
He smiled triumphantly. “I think eight is a record.”
“Eight?!” I exclaimed. “Fuck.”
“Let’s keep it going,” Jack said from afar.
I turned around and he was smiling at the end of the stairs, his arms crossed and an erection clear underneath his jeans.
I instinctively looked down at Michael for approval. Hana, you don’t need his approval anymore.
“I want one of you inside me and the other in my mouth.” I looked between the two of them, my heart pounding.
I was learning to make my own decisions after months of having almost no say whatsoever and it was terrifying.
I stood and waited for some type of negative reaction from Michael, but it never came. I sat on the couch as I watched them eagerly undress, taking their cocks in their hands and stroking themselves as they slowly walked toward me.
“I’m fucking that sweet pussy of yours that I can taste all over my mouth,” Michael asserted, quickly pulling me up and turning me around so I could bend over.
Jack stood beside me and hungrily put his hand to my mouth, parting my lips with his thumb. “I’m fucking your mouth first. Then I need your pussy clenching around my cock.”
I looked to Michael then to Jack. “I don’t want you two to be gentle with me. Fuck me how I like it.”
Michael and Jack glanced at each other then looked back down at me.
“Then watch that dirty fucking mouth of yours and take my cock like the little slut that you are,” Jack said before shoving himself into my mouth with no mercy.
Michael grabbed my hips and slammed himself into me, pounding hard and quick. Jack took his hands to my head and forced my mouth further down onto him, making me gag and gasp for air. My hands were suddenly clasped together behind me, Michael keeping them there snugly on my back as he vigorously pumped himself in and out of me. With my moans muffled around Jack’s cock, I could feel my orgasm approaching, but I was suddenly lifted as Michael turned me around and threw me on my back. He was back inside me instantly, and Jack was already putting his hands to my tits then making his way up to my neck.
“Look at her pretty face. Let’s make her scream,” Jack mused, tightening his grip around my throat, stroking himself as he watched Michael fuck me.
I started to get lightheaded before Jack let go and positioned himself beside me and over me, shoving his cock back into my mouth. I suddenly felt a hand on my clit, flicking it rapidly and making me come instantly, my screams muffled by Jack gagging me.
“Oh, fuck yes,” Jack moaned. “Tap me in, mate. I need to fuck her.”
They quickly switched positions, and Jack suddenly thrust inside me, putting both hands to my neck.
“You filthy fucking whore. You like being used as a fuck toy by two cocks?” he asked, his eyes wild.
“Fuck yes,” I moaned as he loosened his grip around my neck.
Michael stroked himself beside us before he leaned down and kissed me urgently, his hand also gripping my neck.
“Fuck, Hana. You really are so good at taking two cocks,” he muttered before shoving his cock into my mouth.
“Oh fuck, Hana…this perfect fucking pussy. I’m gonna fill you up—” Jack grunted loudly, still pounding me as he spilled his cum inside me.
I was moaning loudly, my body completely overwhelmed and exhausted, but somehow wanting more.
“My turn,” Michael growled as Jack pulled out of me and stood beside me, putting his hand to my clit.
Michael looked down at me as he quickly thrust inside me, the same wild look in his eyes as Jack. With Jack circling my clit and Michael pounding me in the perfect spot, I came instantly.
“God damn, Hana,” Jack said into my ear before he pressed his lips against mine, gripping my neck firmly.
My eyes started to flutter shut as I got lightheaded, and I could hear Michael grunting loudly. Jack put his hand to my clit again, his other hand still gripping my throat. I came just as Jack let go and I caught my breath. Tears were streaming down my face, my breath hiccuping as the intense orgasm washed over my entire body.
“You fucking went too far. Look at her,” Michael said.
“She likes it, you knob. We always do that shit,” Jack retorted.
My eyes flickered open, and I saw Michael on his knees beside me, stroking my hair above my forehead. His concerned gray eyes scanned my face.
“Baby, are you okay? Was that too much?” he whispered to me.
Jack was standing on the other side of me. “Oh don’t fucking act like I’m a monster. You know you’re a fucking monster too. You came when you saw that shit.”
“No.” I shook my head, clearing my throat. “No. It was all perfect,” I confirmed, nodding to Michael.
“See. I know her better than you do,” Jack declared, pulling on his boxer briefs.
“Please, stop.” I lifted myself up with my elbows, my voice strong again. “It was fucking perfect, no need to dig further into this. I need both of you to trust me.”
Michael and Jack were glaring at each other. Fuck.
“I need my alone time now, Hana.” Jack took my hand and lifted me up.
“No wait,” I interjected. “You two can’t just declare your alone time when we’re all disagreeing.”
They were both silently pouting like fucking teenage boys.
“You both know me in different ways. And you’ll get to know me in different ways too. Please…let’s not get petty right now.” I turned to Jack.
I could still see the anger on his face. I turned to Michael who continued to glare at Jack, seemingly not hearing a word I had said.
“You two just fucked me. Together. Did you ever think you’d be able to do that…to share me? You both are more open-minded than you think.” My hands were on my hips, and I felt like I was giving a lecture.
“No, we’re both just fucking obsessed with you,” Jack muttered, finally looking at me with his famous blue doe eyes.
“To a fucking fault.” I raised my eyebrows at them, unable to contain my smile at how ironic this all was.
Jack flashed his dimples at me. I turned to Michael, and his eyes were soft again. I had put out this fire for now.
“I’m gonna shower. Alone. I need Hana time too.” I eyed them as I slowly walked upstairs, almost afraid to leave them alone.
I took my time in the hot shower, trying to gather my thoughts as best as I could. We needed more ground rules because it seemed like they could easily fly off the rails. Hell, they needed their own safe word. And what the fuck was I even doing? Was this really going to work out long term if they still hated each other? Michael’s questions got to me: How are we going to go about in the real world? Where would we live, since I demanded they both stay under the same roof with me? I had to make this work, otherwise someone would get hurt…not only emotionally, but physically.
I threw on some leggings and a T-shirt and had my hair wrapped in a towel when Jack barged into the bedroom. He handed me his phone with a concerned look on his face. I looked down at his phone and it was a text from Emily: Fucking call me or I’m filing a missing persons report on you too!!!!
“We need to tell her everything is fine,” Jack said sternly.
I looked up at him with confusion. “Everything is fine.” I nodded my head at him.
“Is it? I haven’t gotten any alone time with you, Hana. How the fuck are we going to do this? I can’t fucking lose you. I don’t want to live without you.” His eyes were wide and afraid.
I shook my head and put my hands to his face. “I’m not going anywhere, Jack. You have me. I’m your wife. Till the day we die.”
He shook his head, and his eyes started to well with tears. “I feel like I’m going to lose you again. Michael always seems to get his way with you. I’m fucking scared, Hana. That’s why I kept you to myself before. That’s why I did what I did. I’ve always feared you leaving me.”
I bit my lip and started to cry as well. My sweet Jack was returning more and more. “I promise I’m not going anywhere. The past doesn’t matter anymore. All that matters is that I’m in love with you. I’m so fucking in love with you. How many times have I forgiven you for such terrible shit? It’s because I love you so goddamn much that I don’t want to live without you either.”
Jack’s tears fell down his cheeks as he grabbed me and kissed me, luring me onto the bed and starting to take off my leggings.
“Wait. Wait,” I breathed out. “Emily.”
Jack looked at me like I had grown two heads.
“The text,” I reminded him. “I need to call her.”