Chapter 37
Tyler
“Wait,” the love of my life gasped from above me.
AJ and I shared a heated look over her shoulder, and he grinned, his eyes locked on mine as he brushed her hair aside and started trailing kisses over the top of her back. “Tell me when you’re ready for me to move again.”
We were in his penthouse apartment, sprawled over his bed together, me on my back, Stella already seated on my cock, AJ working his way into her ass.
We’d taken our time prepping her, but this was our first attempt at double penetration, and as excited as we all were to try it, we knew there might be a learning curve.
Stella dropped her forehead to my shoulder, panting.
I cradled her neck and kissed her forehead. “You’re doing amazing, Sunshine. Take all the time you need.”
“This would be so much easier if I didn’t already have your giant cock inside me,” she said.
“Complaining about it will definitely make it smaller,” I told her. “Good choice.”
She wheezed out a breath.
AJ groaned. “Don’t make me laugh right now. It’s taking everything in me to hold still.”
“My bad,” I said, but we all knew I wasn’t really sorry. “Does this help?”
I slid my hands up Stella’s ribs, running my thumbs between us to brush over her nipples. She clenched around my cock, and from the grunt AJ let out and the way his eyes flashed wide, she must have clenched even harder around the head of his dick.
He met my impish grin with a glare. “I know I said I wasn’t into brat play, but I swear to God, if you don’t behave, I might make an exception.”
The thought of both of them punishing me for my misbehavior made my cock twitch inside Stella.
“Don’t be mean to him, or he’ll come,” she said.
AJ bit back a laugh, and judging by Stella’s hiss, the movement sunk him deeper.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
“That was my fault,” she told him. “And actually, Tyler, do that again.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I said, my voice dropped low as I rolled my fingers over her nipples, a little harder than last time.
Another clench, and then a slight loosening.
“Now,” she said.
AJ shifted forward, his eyes rolling back as he pinched his bottom lip between his teeth.
Stella shuddered, a low moan clawing up her throat.
We gave her another few moments to adjust, and then repeated the sequence of events until AJ was buried inside her, and now it was his turn to ask for a break.
I just laid there, trying to keep still even though I was desperate to move. Was it easy? No, but Stella had trained me so well in orgasm denial that it was a cakewalk compared to some of what she’d put me through.
“I can feel him,” I whispered to her, knowing he would hear, knowing he must feel me, too. “Pressing against me inside you.”
Stella’s mouth popped open on a gasp. She was no longer panting, but her breaths were still ragged.
“You take us so good, baby,” AJ said. His pupils had almost entirely edged out the green in his eyes, and from the way he mouthed, Fuck, at me, I could tell he was loving this as much as I was.
“Are you ready to move?” I asked Stella.
We’d previously agreed that she would be the one calling the shots, that she would do most of the work because it was her body we were pushing to the limit, and since this was still new, we didn’t want to accidentally hurt her.
“Mmm,” she murmured, rising from my chest, her hands braced on either side of me, tits swaying tantalizingly close to my mouth.
In the past month, she’d gained some weight, and she looked good. Not that she hadn’t before—I would worship her body whatever size it was. She looked so good because she felt good, her illness starting to get back under control, her work/life balance finally restored.
Tentatively, she shifted up, pulling off both of us a little before slowly sinking back down. All three of us moaned.
She did it again, and then paused, hanging her head.
“How are you feeling?” AJ asked.
I brushed Stella’s hair away from her face so I could see her better. “Talk to us.”
She lifted back up, grinning. “I feel like a fucking goddess.”
“Yeah, you do,” AJ said, and it was my turn to laugh. “This ass, baby.”
I dropped my gaze to see the tips of his fingers on her hips, and I knew he had to have two hands full of her cheeks, spreading them so he could see what he did to her.
She moved again, with more confidence, and there was absolutely no way I was going to last, because every shift of her hips had AJ and I sliding together inside her, and between her squeezing cunt and his hard length, I was close to stimulation overload.
And I was just lying here. I had no idea how many sensations Stella must be experiencing. If I added another, would she implode?
I reached up and cupped her breasts, giving her a chance to tell me no. Instead, she nodded down at me, so I brushed my thumbs over her nipples. Her pussy tightened. AJ grunted, and since part of our legs were pressed together, I felt a tremor run through him.
He leaned sideways just enough to meet my eyes, and I could tell from the wild look in them that he wasn’t going to last long, either.
Her first, I mouthed, tipping my head toward Stella. It had become our modus operandi, making her come as many times as possible before either of us got off. So far, tonight’s orgasm count was at two, both achieved during our foreplay, but I had no doubt we could get her to three or four.
AJ nodded, a determined look on his face as he disappeared behind her, sliding one hand from her hip to tease her clit. I watched his fingers move, matching mine to them, rolling or tugging her nipples every time he rubbed over that hypersensitive spot.
“Oh my god,” Stella said, picking up the pace, fucking herself onto both of us, her hot little cunt pulsing around me as she worked her way up and down my shaft. “You both feel incredible. So big. So hard. I didn’t know if I would like this, but I love it. Please say we can do it again.”
“Yes,” AJ and I immediately agreed.
“You can move,” Stella said. “But not much. I think we still need to be careful.”
“I’m good like this,” I said. “I’ve been well-trained.”
Stella’s eyes sparked. “Debatable.”
“I’m not,” AJ said, shunting his hips forward to meet Stella’s downward thrust.
“That’s perfect,” Stella told him, her eyes fluttering. “Just like that. Tyler, I need your mouth on me.”
I rose up immediately, kissing her first because I needed her mouth, too.
Our tongues slid together as she continued to move, and I drank down her breathy moans.
She was getting close. I’d memorized every single one of her tells, and she was showing them all, the way her hips picked up speed, how her breathing hitched.
I pulled back enough to see a blush stealing over her cheeks and knew it wouldn’t take much more to get her where she needed to be.
I stroked both nipples one last time before parting my lips around one and swirling my tongue over it.
Between us, I could feel AJ still working her clit.
Stella slammed down, spearing herself on our cocks in short, shallow thrusts.
Inside her, I felt AJ moving against me, and thank fuck I was practiced at keeping myself in check because this was more than enough to get me off.
“So good,” Stella said, the words close to a sob. “God, it’s so good, I’m going to come.”
“So am I,” AJ said.
Stella started to shake, her skin heating, her nipple tightening in my mouth.
Her pussy squeezed me in waves as her pleasure peaked, and then she was coming, moaning, calling out both of our names, absolutely drenching my dick with her release.
AJ’s dick stiffened against mine and his thrusts turned choppy, his pleasure chasing hers.
“Stella, oh, fuck,” he said.
I released her nipple and laid back to see him holding her hips steady as he thrust home one last time and kept himself there, both of them shaking, panting, so fucking hot, I almost came from the sight alone.
Stella collapsed onto my chest, utterly spent, and AJ and I shared a smirking glance over her back, proud of a job well done. When their breaths evened out, AJ carefully removed himself from her and went to discard the condom in the bathroom.
“You didn’t come,” Stella breathed.
“Because I know your greedy little pussy is still ready for more, and I wanted to be able to give it what it needs.”
“Fuck,” she bit out, her cheeks pinking as she broke eye contact.
“How do you want it, Sunshine?”
Her gaze slid back to mine. “As hard as you can give it to me.”
AJ opened the bathroom door just in time to watch me flip her onto her stomach, facing him. I yanked her hips up, grabbed a fistful of her hair, and rammed into her, bottoming out on the first thrust.
She screamed, and AJ half fell against the doorjamb, his eyes wide. I stared him down while I fucked into Stella with the brutal, unforgiving thrusts I knew would quickly push her over the edge. He raised a shaky hand to his mouth, covering it, his dick stirring back to life as he watched us.
“Tyler, fuck!” Stella yelled, her hands scrambling against the covers, hips crashing backward into mine. “Yes, like that. Harder. I need it.”
I shoved my palm into her lower back, forcing her to arch her spine, deepening the angle so she took more of me with every thrust. My hips pounded into hers, balls slapped her clit, fingers twisted into her hair.
Most of the time, she called the shots in the bedroom because that’s what we both preferred, but every now and then, she wanted to be fucked, to be used, to feel a bit degraded herself, and the high of having AJ watch us while it happened was enough to have her cunt clenching down on me in record time.
She moaned. Cried out. Swore at me. Begged.
I held steady through all of it, pinning her to the bed, fucking into her with unrelenting thrusts.
“Tyler,” she sobbed. “Harder.”
Fuuuck.
I picked up the pace, sweat rolling down my back.
AJ was fully aroused now. Both hands death-gripping the doorframe like it was the only thing holding him back from joining us again.
Any other time, I would have asked him to, but Stella was close to her limit, shaking so bad that this needed to be her last orgasm for the night.
“Come with me,” she pleaded. “Tyler, come.”
The order undid me, and I leaned my weight into her, fucking her all the way down to the mattress, hitting all of her favorite spots as I unloaded deep inside her. She squirmed beneath me, barely able to move because of the pressure, and screamed her release into the comforter.
AJ started clapping. “Bravo. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen. You two would make a killing on Me4U.”
I laughed, but Stella was still so out of it I didn’t even think she heard him. It took both of us to get her boneless body into the shower. We propped her up between us and soaped her down while she giggled and sighed, so blissed out from sex hormones that she’d gone loopy.
“I like her like this,” AJ said, grinning.
“Me, too,” I said. “She’s much more agreeable.”
She managed to raise a shaky arm and flip me the bird.
I laughed and kissed her.
Afterward, we got dressed and headed downstairs, where the remains of our meal sat cooling on AJ’s dining room table. Somehow, we’d actually managed to eat. Progress, since the first time we came over for “dinner,” we ended up fucking on the floor.
“We’ll help clear these,” Stella said, reaching for a plate.
AJ waved her away. “Oh, I think you’ve both done enough for the night.”
“Are you sure?” I asked.
He nodded and glanced between us. “When can I see you again?”
“When do you get back from your trip?” Stella asked.
“Three weeks,” he said. He was going to Singapore with his mother to look at an investment property.
“Call us when you land, and we can make plans.”
“I will,” he promised.
We took a while leaving, loitering by the door, exchanging casual touches because even after everything we’d done tonight, we wanted more.
It always ended this way between us, which was why Stella and I had recently discussed asking AJ if he was open to making this a more regular situation, instead of only occasionally joining us, but we were holding off because we didn’t know if he was ready for that kind of commitment.
“How you feeling?” I asked Stella on the drive back to her place.
“Exhausted. Wrung out. Sore. But so good.” She turned to me, eyes reflecting the passing glow of neon shop lights. “How are you?”
“Dehydrated.”
She laughed. “Next time we should put him between us.”
“Like that first night.”
“Until you yanked me over to you.”
“I wasn’t about to let you use him like a shield and keep denying how obsessed you were with me.”
“I was not obsessed with you.”
“You’re so cute when you lie.”
“Tyler.”
“Stella,” I said, mimicking her voice.
She slapped my arm, and while we were still settling into things, still figuring everything out, I hoped this part of our dynamic never changed. Because I liked bickering with her, and I was hoping she still liked it, too, even though she’d probably never admit it aloud.
A few minutes later, I parked in my newly minted spot right outside the shop, and we headed in.
Shaunté was at the register.
“How’s everything been?” Stella asked.
“Derrick punched a client, Elayne fucked up someone’s tattoo, and we may have had a small fire,” she said, deadpan.
Stella rolled her eyes and headed past the booths toward the stairs. “I’ll come back down for closing.”
“No,” I said. “She’ll be asleep. I’ll close up.”
“I’m fine,” Stella argued.
“Yeah, now you are. But you slept like shit last night, and too many sleepless nights in a row might fuck up your stomach, so I got it.”
She waited until we shut the stairwell door behind us before responding. “You have got to be the bossiest sub in existence.”
“No, I’m the brattiest.”
“As soon as my vagina stops hurting, I’m going to teach you a lesson.”
I snorted. “Like you’ll actually wait that long.”
She shut up, knowing she’d been caught, and together, we took the stairs up.
I grinned as I unlocked the door.
“You don’t have to say it every night,” she told me.
“Why not? It’s so much fun.”
She sighed and waved me forward. “Fine, then.”
I swung the door open. “Honey, we’re home!”
“Fuuuck you,” Amos squawked.