38. Graham
Graham
If there were ever a roast in my honor, I could see someone making a joke about this. About me getting my rocks off in nature.
“Come here,” I demand, pulling Serena down to the ground with me. Our hands work quickly, freeing my hard cock. She’s wearing a little Italian silk nightgown that makes it pretty easy to slide my cock through her slit, to feel just how wet she already is. “Can you take me, baby?”
“Fuck,” Ryan breathes, dropping behind her.
Serena nods, and I reach up, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she swallows hard. “But can you take him, too?”
She blinks, then looks back at Ryan, as though he may be able to tell her the answer to that question. He moves forward, one hand reaching to her hip. “We can definitely try.”
A glimmering mirage of excitement shines behind her eyes. It’s the same thing I saw in the living room, when I asked her if she wanted me to touch her. Almost like she isn’t quite allowing herself to come right out and say exactly what she wants from us.
“Is that what you want?” I ask, bouncing my hips a little, so my cock twitches against her. “You want to try being filled all the way up?”
One of my hands wanders to her pert nipple. I pinch it as punctuation, and her eyes flutter shut just before she says, throatily, “Yes. I want—I want to try.”
So I lean back on my elbows and watch as she takes me, inch by inch, sinking down onto my cock until I’m all the way inside her. Just like before, it takes her a second to adjust.
Unlike before, Ryan is here for it. He watches the entire thing, watches her stretching around me, and I can feel his eagerness rolling off him in waves. Can see the way his hands tighten on his hips, while he battles the urge to tug her down flush, make her take all of me at once.
Seeing him want her, seeing him eager to fill her up, makes my own desire skyrocket. What will it feel like, for her, to have both of us inside her at once?
When she’s settled on me, she starts to move, letting out breathy gasps with each shift. It takes everything in me not to flip her over and fuck her into the ground. I keep my self-control, even when Ryan slides his hands down her back, massages her ass, and starts to loosen her up.
I can’t see what he’s doing, but I can see her reactions and can make out from the expressions on her face that it feels good for her.
And then I feel him inside her, just a finger. Serena lets out a warbled sound of pleasure, going completely still, her walls closing in tight around me. It’s nearly enough to send me over the fucking edge.
Then, Ryan’s finger disappears, and he replaces it, slowly, with his cock. I can feel it sliding inside her inch by inch, just like I took her pussy, and I watch the expression on her face, see the flutters of pain, the moments of pleasure, and overall, the sheer disbelief that this is happening.
I feel it too.
But, once Ryan is fully inside her, murmuring encouragements and kissing along her back, I also feel the need to find a release.
Ryan and I stay completely still, allowing Serena to move how she wants, to take us both, her hips rocking, circling, almost like she did on the couch. Then, she lets out a moan and lays her chest against mine, opening up for Ryan to take over.
And he does.
Each time he pushes into her, it rocks her pussy over my cock, and I contribute with my own thrusts up, into her, knowing from the look on her face that it’s hitting the right spot. I feel the way her chest presses against mine, feel the way her hands grab at my shoulders to find purchase.
With each thrust, she whines, moans, lets out notes of pleasure that I want to bottle and keep forever.
Her first orgasm builds slowly, unfurls the same way, so I wouldn’t notice it except for how tight her pussy gets around me, how her nails dig into the flesh of my shoulders.
Maybe Ryan doesn’t notice, or maybe he just wants to fuck her through it, because he continues on, pumping his hips until she starts to orgasm again, her cries echoing out into the night around us.
This time, when her pussy closes in tight around me, I can’t help it—I come, hard. I empty myself inside her as Ryan does the same, our bodies jerking and writhing together.
When we disentangle, Serena has a sleepy, happy smile on her beautiful face.
“Good?” Ryan asks her, and she nods back, murmuring, “Good.”
For a long time, we lay together, breathing in the sweet, lemon-scented air. Finally, Ryan says we should probably get back inside.
So I scoop Serena up in my arms, carry her inside to my room, clean her up, and tuck her into bed beside me. I could totally get used to having her with me, her body curling into mine, her soft breath warm over my chest, my entire room filling with the scent of grass, lemons, and rosewater.
I wake to the smell of bacon and coffee, and decide that Ryan is good for more than one thing. My mind returns to the sounds of Serena moaning last night, and I think that if she’s going to react like that to the two of us, I don’t mind working together with Ryan to get it done.
When I stumble out toward the dining table on the terrace, Serena and Travis are already seated. Serena looks, as always, incredible. Her curls are loose around her shoulders, and she’s wearing a silk two-piece sleep set, a pink spaghetti-strap tank and little shorts that ride up her legs.
I could sink my teeth into the soft skin on the inside of her thighs, and I plan to when I get the chance.
“Oh, good, you’re up,” Ryan says, bustling through the other door—the one that comes from the kitchen—with plates, sliding them onto the table and shooting me a conspiratorial grin. “I was going to send Serena to wake you up…”
Serena blushes, and I glance at Travis, but he’s staring down at his phone. We’d agreed to sharing her, but does that include this? Ryan and me with her, at once? Might feel like shit for Travis, if he finds out he’s being excluded.
Not that I’m interested in Travis being there—Jesus Christ. The thought of doing that with my brother makes my stomach turn.
But, I realize, watching Ryan as he sits down next to Travis and starts in on his food, it’s possible that Ryan and Travis did a little tag-teaming of their own. Which I would be more than fine with.
After last night, telling Serena about my mom’s birthday, I felt closer to her. Wanted more with her. More than just sex.
We’ll have to talk about it. But right now, I’m fucking exhausted from the midnight stroll and subsequent dreams about Serena’s hips and thighs, her ass and tits. Fucking hell, I barely slept at all.
“So,” Travis says, dropping his phone and reaching for his plate. “Everything is taken care of.”
I pause in pouring maple syrup over my French toast and stare at my brother.
“Taken care of?” Maybe it’s too skeptical, but I grew up watching our father dismantle entire empires with his ruthless strategies. Businesses went under, people lost their families and homes, and some were never heard from again, though he vehemently denied he had anything to do with that.
“Probably decided to eat the end of a barrel,” I heard him say, once, to an associate who asked about it. “When he realized his life was worth less than nothing.”
And that’s not even close to the most cut-throat thing I’d heard my father rattle off, sounding like he couldn’t care less.
“Yes.” Travis pauses, takes a sip of his Americano, then nods in appreciation to Ryan, who beams like a golden retriever.
“The PR team has been working morning and night, and they’ve got every publication worth anything on lock.
We have bribes and security in place. And, most of the information that we’ve gathered from the PIs is that Alex doesn’t exactly have access to the funds to be pulling any of this off in the first place.
He got that first story pushed through a connection, but they pulled back at the first whiff of an offer from us. ”
“…so Priscilla isn’t giving him access to Stephen’s funds?” I have to admit, I’m impressed that the little socialite has the nuts to say no to her son. I’d have expected him to have been pulling from that money this entire time.
“Apparently not,” Travis says.
“So…” Serena shifts beside me, and the smell of roses drifts up from her body. Is that her perfume? Or shampoo? “What does that mean?”
“It means…” Travis pauses, lifts his brow, and looks around at all of us. “We can return to the city without worrying about what Alex might do. If we want to.”
A heavy silence falls over the table, and my right eye twitches.
It’s an unspoken acknowledgment that this unique arrangement bloomed under perfect conditions. There’s nothing more romantic than the Italian countryside. Nothing more private than this big house with its gated grounds.
What happens to this foursome when we drag it back to the city? Smother it with too many commitments and ask it to continue on, with everyone’s eyes on it?
Of course, money like ours can find a certain level of privacy anywhere. But we would be asking Serena to change everything about her life.
“We’ll have to lay low, still, I think.” Travis pushes his phone from hand to hand. “We could go to my estate just outside the city and see what happens from there.”
There’s another long silence, then I cross my arms and speak, “I’ll stay until the next trip I’ve committed to. To Sierra Leone, in the spring.”
Another long pause stretches, and Ryan says, “I mean, if the question is about this, then yes. I want it. I don’t really care where we are, but I think we should stay together. It’s been good.”
Serena sucks in a breath. Travis says, quietly, “Yeah. It has been good.”
“I travel a lot—obviously.” I turn and look at Serena. “You could come with me if you’d like.”
“And I’m going to Los Angeles to film my show,” Ryan adds, sitting forward, “you guys can all come. Or just Serena. It would be fun.”
“So, we’re doing this.” Travis looks up, his voice dropping.
“And we understand the ramifications? What this could do… to our reputations? It’s nobody’s fucking business, but people are nosy.
Eventually, everyone would find out. And the hardest criticism would not come down on the three of us guys. ”
Together, we look at Serena, who is staring intently into her mimosa. Finally, she swallows, her face wide open, “Are you… asking if I want to be with all three of you? But not, like, separately?”
“Travis and I are already family.” The words jump out of me. “And I’ll take Ryan for the cooking alone. If it’s just the three of us, I’m in. Exclusive just to Serena.”
Ryan grins and leans back in his chair. “I’ll take that as a compliment to the chef.”
“Is that something you’d want, Serena?” Travis asks, laying his hands on the table. “You can say no. Or, you can wait to answer. You can go back with your roommates, if that makes you more comfortable. I don’t want you to feel pressured into anything, with the three of us asking at once.”
She sucks in another breath, jerks her head up, then shakes it. “What the hell?” In one motion, she downs the mimosa, then sets the glass back on the table with such care that it hardly makes a noise at all. “Let’s give it a shot.”
Another pause.
Then, eager to break the silence, I grab my glass, lift it to the middle of the table, and say, “Cheers. To trying something new.”
“Cheers,” Ryan adds, clinking his glass against mine, “to many more good times.”
Travis tops off his coffee. “Cheers to pulling this off.”
Serena rises, smiling widely. “Cheers,” she says after pouring a little more of the mimosa mix into her glass. Looking around at each of us, drenched in the Italian sunshine, she says, “To chasing love, no matter what it looks like.”