52 Ryan
“Where the fuck are they?” Jamie asks as I hand the movers a tip.
They’ve been an impressive operation, honestly. Even when the new furniture Chrisitan ordered showed up, everything got moved, assembled, and placed at remarkable speed.
“Dunno,” I say, glancing around. “Upstairs?”
“I swear to God,” Jamie mutters, already heading for the stairs, “if they’ve been up there fucking while we’ve been working- ”
I follow him, already half smiling because, yeah. I wouldn’t be surprised.
He beelines for Frankie’s new room and doesn’t even knock. He pushes the door open- and there they are, tangled together in the middle of the bed.
“I knew it,” Jamie says.
Before either of them can react, he launches himself forward, landing hard on the mattress beside them and sending the whole thing bouncing.
“What the hell- ” Frankie squeals, laughing as she scrambles, half pinned between them as she tries to shove him away.
“You two,” Jamie says, dodging her hands and bouncing again just to be a menace, “have been hiding up here while we’ve been doing all the work?”
Christian just exhales a quiet laugh, one arm still loosely around Frankie as he presses a quick kiss to her forehead. “Excuse me, love,” he murmurs.
And then he moves.
Fast.
He shifts off her and lunges across the bed, grabbing Jamie by the shoulder and shoving him flat onto his back with a solid thud.
Jamie grunts as the air leaves his lungs, then immediately shoves back, grabbing at Christian’s arm as they start grappling, the mattress dipping under their weight.
They are cursing, fighting for position. “Don’t act like you were working,” Christian says, straddling Jamie.
“Supervising movers is work,” Jamie says, sounding a little breathless.
“Right,” Christian says, sarcastically. And then he bends down and kisses him.
For a second, everything in me stills. Because- yeah. I feel like I should feel a certain way about that… But I don’t. At least not in the way I expect.
I glance over at Frankie and immediately understand why.
She’s watching them, completely still now, her attention locked in a way that makes something low and warm pull tight in my chest. And the realization that it affects her like that, turns her on to see them like this, does something to me too.
I exhale slowly, dragging a hand through my hair as I step back toward the door.
Right. This is their time. I’ll have mine with her later. No need to-
“Ry- ”
I stop and look over my shoulder. She’s looking at me, her hand reaching out, fingers curling in that familiar come here motion- like it never even crossed her mind that I might leave.
I smile despite myself. “Have fun, baby. I’ll- ”
Christian glances up at me, still straddling Jamie and looming over Frankie, completely unbothered. “Don’t leave.”
“It’s okay,” I say.
“Join,” Christian says, easy, certain. “Or just watch- whatever. But she wants you here.”
“Come on,” Jamie says. “Teamwork makes the dream work, right? And in this case? The dream is giving our girl a ridiculous number of orgasms.”
I can’t help but laugh a bit, but still hesitate.
“Ryan,” Frankie says softly, her hand still outstretched.
That’s it.
I don’t think about it after that. I just go to her.
The mattress dips as I climb onto the bed, settling beside her. Her hand grabs mine and I exhale.
Jamie shifts under Christian until he’s propped up on his elbows, looking between all of us.
“And again, just to be clear,” he says, “love you, Ryan, but I’m still not into you.”
Of course he breaks the tension like that. But it works.
“Thanks, man. Feeling’s mutual.” I lean in, pressing a quick kiss to Frankie’s shoulder. “The only one I’m interested in here is her.”
I glance up, meeting her eyes. “Do you want this?”
She swallows, then smiles, a little flushed. “I mean… I kind of figured when I signed up for three boyfriends, there was a decent chance I’d end up in bed with, you know… three guys.”
“Hell yeah,” Jamie says, clapping once and rubbing his hands together. “Let’s make your dreams come true.” Then he shoves at Christian. “Get off me, I need maneuverability.”
Christian huffs a laugh, quickly kisses him and moves back off the bed.
I huff a quiet laugh. “You’re unbelievable.”
“What?” he says, completely unapologetic, moving to the headboard as he starts to strip. It’s almost disorienting for a moment, having another man strip in front of me, but then I’m brought right back into it when Frankie sits up and pulls her shirt, then her bra, off.
When she was younger, I suppose you’d call her scrawny, probably. She was one of those kids who seemed to stay skinny longer than most. But, hell, she grew into her figure. Her breasts aren’t overly large but they are perky teardrops that literally make my mouth water.
I focus on ignoring the bruise crawling over her shoulder and take her breasts into my hands, then one into my mouth. She hums in approval.
I’m vaguely aware of Christian getting undressed next to the bed, but don’t really care until I hear her whimper. I pull back off her and see that Christian has cupped her face in one hand and she’s sucking his thumb. It’s possibly the hottest thing I’ve ever seen and I can’t explain why.
But she’s looking up at him, eyes wide, cheeks hollowed and he is just standing there, staring down at her, stroking his cock lazily with one hand.
“What do you want, Francesca?” He asks. “You wanna replace my thumb with one of your boyfriends’ cocks?” She whines and nods eagerly.
“Then get up there and put Jamie’s dick in your mouth, love.”
The mix of the crude words with the sweet term of endearment is fascinating, but obviously works for Frankie, who moans before she releases his thumb and gets on all fours, crawling up the bed to where Jamie is waiting for her.
“You gonna suck my cock now, Frankie girl?” she nods and bites her lip before lowering her head and taking his dick into her mouth.
I’m frozen for a minute, mesmerized by how erotic this all is. Then she moans as Jamie grabs her hair and the sound snaps me out of my sex fog or whatever. I stand up and get naked, but then am not sure exactly what to do.
Christian has moved behind her, bent down, eating her out and she’s moaning and whining as Jamie curses beneath his breath, watching her.
Frankie starts patting the bed, and it takes a moment before I realize she’s searching for me. She pulls up off of Jamie and looks at me. Her lips are pink and swollen and her eyes are sparkling
“Ryan, are you going to make me beg?”
“Yes, god yes, make her beg for it,” Jamie says, throwing his head back. Then I hear Christian growl out from between her legs, “Give her what she wants, Ryan.”
I’m still figuring it out, still a step behind- but then Jamie looks over and holds out his hand like he’s offering a high five.
I blink at him.
He grins. “Tag me out.”
I laugh under my breath, the tension breaking just enough, and move forward as he shifts away, giving me his spot.
I climb onto the bed where he was, settling in front of her. She grins and drops her head.
"Shit," I groan the minute she takes me in her mouth. My eyes roll back and my head falls back against the headboard.
And then I hear another groan. A masculine one.
I open my eyes and look down, unable to figure out what’s going on at first. I see Christian, basically on his hands and knees, eating Frankie out, who is on her hands and knees sucking me off, but it takes me a minute to find Jamie.
Then I find him, on his back under Christian, blowing him from below.
We are now some sort of… kinky daisy chain of oral sex.
I let out a chuckle at the though, then immediately lose is- and all other thoughts- as Frankie takes her tongue and begins to lick my balls.
"You're incredible," I say, looking down at her. Then Christian does something to her that makes her groan, sending vibrations through me and my eyes roll back again.
For a minute the only sound are various moans and the nearly obscene sounds of all this oral sex, but then Christian curses.
“Fuck, stop,” he says, leaning back. “I’m not ready to come. Get off my dick,” he snaps at Jamie, almost swatting at him, but there’s no real heat to it.
"You're loss," Jamie says, scooting out from between Christians legs as they both reposition themselves. Then Christian looks at Frankie, who is still busy sucking my cock.
Christian practically growls. "Sorry Ryan, I’m so close, I need to fuck her before I come.” Then he basically lifts here off me, lays her on her back in front of him and immediately thrusts into her.
She starts grunting and moaning and crying out each time he bottoms out and for a moment I just watch it. The sight of her absolutely lost in pleasure is one I know will be burned in my mind until the day I die.
She rolls her head to the side and grabs my dick, urging me closer until she can pull me in her mouth, sucking hard and fast for a minute. Then she pulls off, motions for Jamie who moves up to the other side of her head and takes him in her mouth.
I look up and meet his eyes. They are practically sparkling. “She’s fucking amazing,” he says to me, then he bends down and gives her a sloppy kiss. “Hear me, you sexy thing, you are fucking amazing, Frankie girl.”
He moves his hand down and starts to play with her clit, then he moves his mouth to her chest, sucking a nipple into his mouth.
This frees up her mouth and she turns to me again.
I cradle her face for a moment and she presses her cheek into my hand.
It's a sweet, almost innocent moment, despite the fact that she's getting railed by two guys.
Then she says, almost pouting, “give it back to me, Ryan.”
And I do. She’s sucks me into her mouth so far she gags and her eyes water so I immediately pull back.
“You choking on his dick, babe?” Jamie says, looking up at her. “Do you want Ryan to fuck your throat?”
She whimpers at that but before I even have a chance to move, Christian is slamming into her hard, so hard she throws her head to the side as he grips her hips so hard I’m afraid he’ll hurt her. He slams into her again, then holds himself there as he groans and curses.
She’s panting a bit, watching him come down. Then she looks at Jamie, “your turn now.”
His grin is almost wicked as he quickly moves between her legs. He takes one second to just look at her, his eyes roving over her flushed body, before he sinks into her.
“Oh shit, Frankie. It’s so hot, so wet. I love fucking you full of his cum.”
His filthy words obviously do it for her as her eyes roll back in her head for a moment. Then she reaches for my dick again, which I gladly offer, and she sucks me in again.
This time, I thread my fingers in her hair and start to fuck her mouth. I realize that up until now I’ve pretty much just made love to Frankie. But this, it can’t be described as anything but fucking. Raw, passionate, almost primal.
And hen my dick hits the back of her throat, I don’t pull back. She looks at me, blinking tears away, and fucking swallows. “Holy shit, Frankie,” I say as she pulls me into her throat a bit. It’s too much and I immediately buckle, pulling back and unloading into her mouth.
“Good girl, Francesca,” Christian says. “Now be an even better girl and come for us. Come for us with Ryan’s cum coating your throat and mine painting your pussy while Jamie fucks you. You can do it, love."
Holy hell, where did these two learn to dirty talk?
She starts whining and whimpering as Christian starts to play with her clit.
I kiss her neck and shoulders, mindful of her fucking injury.
I suck her earlobe into my mouth right as she lets out a keening wail and starts to buck off the bed a bit.
Jamie yells out her name at the same time, the two of them coming together.
It’s… beautiful.
I don’t know that I’d ever considered a man finding his release beautiful, but it is- watching them, these two people I love, completely undone with each other. There’s something honest in it. Something pure.
After that, no one rushes to move. We just stay there for a moment, tangled together, catching our breath.
Jamie is the first to shift, sort of collapsing next to her. He lazily drags his hand across her body, settling his hand on a breast and holding it while he curls against her body. “Okay, I stand by my previous comment. Teamwork makes the dreamwork.”