70 - Kodiak
70
Kodiak
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The cool Alaskan breeze carries the scent of salt and pine as we step onto Monty’s yacht. The deep velvet sky, studded with stars, reflects off the dark waters surrounding us.
The distillery sits behind us, the echoes of celebration still ringing in my ears. But here, the world feels smaller, more intimate.
Ours.
Frankie walks ahead, her red hair catching the moonlight, shimmering like fire in the dark. She glances back at us, her green eyes bright with emotion, her lips curved in a soft, inviting smile.
Monty’s hand rests on the small of her back, guiding her forward. Leo drapes an arm over her shoulders, his thumb brushing the side of her neck.
I follow behind, watching them, madly in love with them, each in a different way.
We reach the main bedroom, a space that Monty warned us away from all those months ago.
So much has changed since then.
But not my obsession with her. That is unwavering.
She stands at the center of the room, her back to us, and for a moment, we just stare at her, taking in the woman at the heart of our fierce family.
Monty makes the first move, floating forward to wrap his arms around her from behind, his lips finding the curve of her neck. She melts into him, her eyes closing, a soft sigh escaping her lips.
Leo traces his fingers up her arm, brushing her hair over her shoulder. His lips meet hers, slow and teasing, and she responds with urgency, her hand cupping his jaw, pulling him closer.
She can’t get enough.
I step forward, my heart speeding up as I close the distance between us. She turns her gaze to me, and our eyes lock.
Christ, she takes my breath away.
She reaches out to me, her hand finding mine, and she pulls me closer until I’m standing before her, close enough to feel the heat of her body, to hear the soft hitch in her breath.
I lean down, capturing her lips with mine. My hands frame her face as I pour my need for her into my kiss. Tongues rubbing, teeth clicking, lips bruising, we catch fire.
Monty finds the hem of her dress and slowly lifts it, revealing the soft, creamy skin beneath. Leo and I step back just long enough to help, and together, we undress her, our hands reverent as we reveal more and more of her to our hungry eyes.
She stands before us, bare and beautiful, the lamplight playing off her curves, making her glow.
I’m so fucking hard. My damn cock is trying to break through the zipper. But the moment I pull it out, tender time is over.
Monty guides her to the bed, positioning her sideways on the soft sheets, and we follow, finding our spots around her.
I stand near her head and bend down, bringing my lips to hers while Leo leans in to kiss her neck.
“Frankie.” Monty caresses her round, little breasts. “We’re going to try something different tonight.”
She nods, her eyes gleaming with trust. “I’m all yours.”
We talked about this. I don’t know how it will work, but Monty has it all mapped out. Of course, he does.
He meets my eyes and starts removing his suit.
We undress in a flurry, the sound of zippers and falling clothes ramping up my pulse.
When the last garment is shed, I stand over her, my cock bobbing above her face.
“Open that sweet mouth and suck me,” I growl.
With her head hanging partially off the bed, she wraps her eager lips around me. I release a sound so loud and strangled that Leo laughs.
Fuck. The intensity of her mouth buckles my knees. I fall over her, catching myself with my hands braced on either side of her hips. The suction, the friction, and the depth she takes me is mind-blowing.
I thrust my hips, fucking into the warm, wet perfection of her mouth. Bent over her, the angle levels my face with her pretty, pink cunt. I bury my face in it, devouring her taste, her intoxicating scent, licking her until we both fall apart.
Monty and Leo take their turns next, fucking her mouth the same way.
Frankie loves to suck cock. She would do it all night if we let her. But this is just the appetizer.
As Leo chases his release in her mouth, my hand joins Monty’s between her legs, our touches synchronized. Her cunt is so warm and soft around our fingers, her breath hitching as we explore her together, as we worship her with our hands and lips.
When Leo finishes, he leans down and kisses her forehead, his hand resting on her cheek. “We’re not stopping until you can’t breathe . You know that, right?”
“Bring it on, my Norse god.” Her swollen lips curve in a wicked smile.
“Who’s on the bottom?” Leo asks us.
“Me.” I climb onto the bed, my dick throbbing and ready.
Frankie moves to the side as I lie on my back and gesture her over.
“Sit on my dick, woman.” I grip it, angling it skyward. “Give me that ass.”
Monty lubes up her hand, and she smears it over me and between her legs. Then she moves into position, facing my feet, and slowly lowers onto my cock, fitting me smoothly, wondrously into her ass.
She takes it in every hole, every day. Her body knows us, welcomes us, without hesitation or resistance.
My experience with anal sex before Frankie was traumatic and devastating. But I’ve talked through it in my sessions with Dr. Thurber and many late nights with Monty on this very boat while anchored in the Sitka Sound, drinking and stargazing.
Leo talks about his shit with Monty, too. Monty isn’t just a problem solver. He’s a damn good listener.
“How are you doing?” With my hands on her hips, I thrust in slow, measured strokes, letting her adjust to my size. “Ready for more?”
“If more means all of you…” She widens her legs, panting. “I was born ready.”
“That’s our girl.” Monty nudges my thighs together and straddles them. Running his hands down her body, he brushes his fingers against mine and moves my grip to her tits. “You’re ours, Mrs. Strakh. We’re going to make you feel every bit of our love.”
I hold still as his dick nudges against the base of mine. I don’t know which hole he intends to fill until I feel him sliding in beside me.
“Holy fuck.” I groan, shaking with the effort to remain motionless, not to let loose and start pounding. “Jesus fucking Christ.”
Monty moans, a dark, guttural sound that vibrates through me. He takes his sweet-ass time pushing in, tormenting her and me with his goddamn control. He caresses her body, makes love to her mouth, and edges us both to the cusp of orgasm over and over.
“Fuck, Monty.” She gives me her weight, lying back on my chest. “I need you to move, thrust, do something!”
He just laughs as his fingers work their magic on her clit, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
When he finally bottoms out, sinking to the hilt, he finds my eyes over her shoulder.
Then we move.
Nothing compares to the sensation of his cock stroking alongside mine in her ass. The tightness, the ungodly friction, the intimacy…the pleasure overwhelms my senses, tightening my balls and spreading heat down my spine.
“I’m trying really fucking hard here not to blow my load.” I cup her breasts and bury my teeth in her neck, clamping down.
“Don’t you dare.” Monty pauses, clenching his legs around mine. “Leo, let’s go.”
“Holy shit.” Frankie gasps. “You guys are really doing this?”
Leo stands on the bed, stroking his dick a mile a minute. I’m surprised he hasn’t come again.
He steps over us, climbing on between Monty and Frankie. Gripping the backs of her calves, he guides her feet toward her shoulders.
I wrap my hands around her ankles, holding her in the bent position.
“You okay?” Leo ducks his head, kissing her deeply.
When he leans back, she nods rapidly, eagerly.
Crouched over her with his ass pressed against Monty’s abdomen, he angles himself at the opening of her cunt.
Then he impales her in one swift stroke, joining the four of us together.
Our groans echo through the room, a resounding chorus of shared pleasure.
Frankie and I face Leo and Monty. Three cocks. Two holes. She’s officially stuffed.
“Look at you, taking everything we give you.” I lick her neck, savoring the ravenous sounds of her breath. “You’re so good for us. So beautiful. So fucking perfect.”
“Every inch of you.” Leo gives a small thrust, telling us to move. “Do you feel how hard we are? How much we want you?”
“Yeah. Yep.” She gasps through a laugh. “Definitely feeling it.”
We descend on her, rutting and huffing like a pack of wolves in mating season.
We fuck into her together, the three of us, filling her with our love, surrounding her with our devotion, until there’s nothing left but the sound of our hearts slamming in unison and our breaths setting fire to the night.
She arches into us, her hand tangling in Leo’s hair as she pulls him down for a kiss. Her other hand laces with Monty’s, holding him close as he drives into her ass, setting the rhythm for us.
I watch them, my chest tight and my dick in heaven, getting the ride of my life.
We lose ourselves in one another, our gazes catching and clinging, our hands roaming, and our expressions twisted in ecstasy.
When we come, we fall together in a careening head-on collision. Shuddering, roaring, jerking, releasing, we explode in a mess of sticky, warm fluid, and it’s fucking beautiful.
The sounds we make, the smiles we share, the blissful looks we exchange—this is us. Filthy, happy, and free.
When it’s over, we lie together on the bed, our bodies entwined and sated. Frankie rests between us, her head on Monty’s chest, her hand in my hair with my head on her stomach, and her legs hooked around Leo’s.
“Ready to go again?” Leo bites her shoulder.
“Gonna need a minute,” she slurs, halfway to sleep.
The warmth of her love, their love, surrounds me, filling me with an inner peace I’ve never known.
Her left hand drapes over Monty’s hip, the ring glittering in the beam of moonlight. The three of us designed it together, and it couldn’t be more perfect.
My thumb strokes the band on my finger. I’ll never stop touching it.
We’re married. Not in the legal sense. But in the only ways that matter.
In our hearts, where love is law.
In the hills, where we defeated the shivers and shadows.
In the bond we share, unbreakable and eternal.
In the promises we made, now and forever.