Chapter 30 Nora #2
Evan pulls his t-shirt over his head and tosses it onto the floor, then steps out of his bottoms. Nate does the same, tearing off his shirt, then trousers, boxers, and socks, until both men are fully naked.
My body vibrates at the sight. Evan’s muscles contrast with Nate’s broad softness, like a wolf and a grizzly bear. One built for shelter, the other for devotion. Two different strengths, and both somehow mine.
Nate unhooks my bra while Evan slides my knickers down my thighs. “Lie down, dimples. It’s my turn to taste you.”
With shaky limbs, I climb onto the bed. Evan lies beside me, his erection resting on my thigh, his fingers tweaking my nipples.
Both men’s hands caress my skin in slow, torturous movements.
They kiss my flesh, their mouths suck and their tongues lick every part of my body as if worshipping me.
Then Nate’s mouth kisses my sensitive parts, his tongue licking up my seam.
I arch my back and moan, my hand fisting his hair, my other hand finding Evan and squeezing his erection at my hip.
“Holy shit, Nora,” Evan says through gritted teeth, his hips thrusting, seeking the friction he needs as I grip his length.
With my husband between my thighs, the view is almost pornographic, Evan rutting against my hip, leaving a trail of pre-cum on my skin. But this isn’t porn. It’s the three of us, wanting to be together, to make something beautiful.
“Nate,” I cry out as he sucks on my clit, my legs shaking around his head, the tension pulling tighter and tighter until I can barely breathe. My back arches, a broken sound tearing from my throat as heat surges through me.
Nate lifts with a smug, satisfied grin just as I come undone, my body pulsing with pleasure. He climbs over me, his erection dragging against my skin as he captures my lips. “Can you taste your arousal?”
I nod, but before I can speak, Evan’s licking my tongue as if trying to claim a piece of me, too. As soon as he releases my mouth, Nate’s lips are on me, kissing and caressing my tongue.
“You ready for both of us, dimples?” Nate moves the hair from my face, hovering above me, his body touching Evan’s, who’s pressed against my side, and it’s so hot to see them like this. Nate slides his hand over Evan’s biceps. “You good with this?”
Evan nods and lies on his back, holding his erection. “Sit on me, Nora. I need you to ride me.”
My arms tremble as I push myself up and climb over Evan in the centre of the bed. I moan as my clit rubs against his hard length, then sink down onto him with ease.
“Good girl,” Ev says with a groan. “You feel so good, Nora.”
I place my hands over the tense muscles on his chest. My breasts hang heavy in front of him, and he fondles them, teasing my nipples between his fingers.
Behind me, Nate opens a drawer, then I hear a cap flip on a lid. “Lean forward, baby.” He presses his hand against my back, coaxing me forward, my breasts pushing against Ev’s chest.
Cold gel slides down the valley of my cheeks, then his finger massages my tender place.
I rock my hips ever so slightly, enjoying all the sensations they’re giving me.
“You’re so tight, dimples.” Nate pushes a finger inside me and I cry out with a moan from deep in my chest.
Evan cups my face and kisses my lips. “You okay?”
I nod, breathless. “It feels so good.” I rock my hips again. “More.”
“Ev, did you know my wife’s not as sweet and innocent as you think she is? She fucking loves it when I fuck her here.” Nate pushes another finger inside my tight hole and I cry out another guttural moan. “Tell him, dimples. Tell Ev how much you love me fucking your ass.”
Evan gapes up at me.
Nate slides his fingers through my hair at my scalp and makes a fist, forcing my head back. “Tell him, Nora.”
“I love it. I love being touched there.” My whole body vibrates. I try to rock back against his fingers, but Evan grips my thighs, holding me in place.
“Nate. I’m hanging on by a thread here.” Ev squeezes my fleshy thighs. “You’re perfect, Nora. So fucking perfect for us.”
Us. My walls clamp down around him, my muscles squeezing Nate’s fingers inside me. I want to be theirs in every way. Another orgasm crashes over me, unexpected and sudden, my body pulsing with the need for more.
Evan curses, gritting his teeth, flicking his eyes to the ceiling.
“That's it, dimples. Fuck, I can’t wait to feel you squeeze my cock like this.” Nate removes his fingers, then more cold gel drips onto my sensitive flesh.
I jerk, but Nate steadies me with his hand on my back.
“Breathe, Nora.” He pushes into me and I push back, opening up for him, remembering the feel of him here from years ago when we’d explore each other.
Nate always enjoyed this just as much as I did, but to do this with Evan too is so much more personal, like we’re letting him in on our most intimate secrets.
“Holy shit, Nate. She’s so tight.” Evan’s jaw clenches in the glow from the bedside lamp. “You still okay, doodles?”
I nod, unable to speak through my panting breaths. Moisture gathers on my forehead, and I’ve barely even moved yet.
Nate kisses down my spine. “You’re doing amazing, baby.” He slides his palms around my body and cups my breasts, squeezing and kneading as he inches deeper into me.
I cry out again, my legs trembling under Evan’s hands, then Nate pulls me up, my back flush against his chest as his pelvis slaps against my cheeks, seating himself fully inside me. His teeth nip at my neck, then he kisses away the sting. “You’re made for us, Nora. See how we fit together.”
“Yes,” I shout, my voice hoarse and raw. I rock my hips, encouraging them to move, then Nate slides out and thrusts back in again at a steady pace.
“Fuck. Nate. I can feel you moving inside her.” Evan’s fingers dig into my thighs and I swear he’s going to leave bruises, but I don’t care.
I want his marks on my skin. I want the evidence of what we’ve done to linger, a reminder that this is the most perfect night of my life and I can’t imagine living without both of them tethered to me like this, inside me, mind, body, and soul.
“Move with me, Ev,” Nate says, his voice raw, breath ragged. “I want to feel you too.”
Evan thrusts his hips, the two of them finding a rhythm that makes me delirious with pleasure.
The noises we make together are primal, like wild animals frenzied with the need to claim and be claimed.
I’m so full I fear I’ll burst, but more than just the physical, my heart’s impossibly full, my chest tight with emotion.
With Nate and Evan, I’m not trying to earn love or hold on to it before it disappears. I’m surrounded by it from both sides.
It isn’t just my body they fill; it’s every empty space I’ve carried for years.
Nate’s hand finds mine on Evan’s chest, his fingers thread through mine, grounding me as if he knows I’m drifting somewhere deeper than sensation.
Evan’s hand covers Nate’s. Our fingers tangle together over Evan’s heart. His breath is warm, uneven, his eyes searching my face like he needs to know I’m still here.
It’s in Evan’s eyes too.
And Nate—every trembling rasp against my back, his heart beating in rhythm with mine and Evan’s.
The three of us move together, not as separate bodies anymore but one shared rhythm, heart and breath. Every doubt, every fear about what this makes us fades beneath the certainty blooming in my chest. This is pure.
Tension builds low in my body until it becomes unbearable, stealing the air from my lungs. Nate’s grip on my hand tightens. Evan rumbles from deep in his chest.
Euphoria crashes through me in waves so strong I can’t hold back the cry that leaves my throat.
The sound pulls them with me. Nate roars behind me.
Evan shudders beneath my hands. The three of us unravel in one overwhelming release, and my world narrows to warmth and closeness, our breathing mingling together.
I lie on top of Ev, panting heavily as the aftershocks of my orgasm ripple through me in the quiet room. I laugh, the sound slipping out without meaning to, giddy and overwhelmed all at once.
“You good, dimples?” Nate kisses my back, then slips out of me, collapsing onto the mattress beside Evan.
“Yes, I’m good.” I roll off Evan onto his other side, resting my head on his arm like a pillow, his fingers playing with my hair as we lie tangled together, catching our breath, sweat cooling on our skin, the room strangely calm, like after a storm.
My eyes drift closed for a second, contentment settling deep in my bones.
“Has that tired you out?” Nate’s fingers caress my cheek.
I open my eyes.
His hand slides from my face, gliding across Evan’s abdomen before settling there, Nate’s naked body pressed close against Ev’s side.
Their eyes lock.
Nate’s thumb shifts, barely grazing Evan’s skin.
Evan stills, like the touch jolts through him, his breath catching. But he doesn’t pull away. His fingers curl around Nate’s hand instead, answering his touch.
This intimate moment between them didn’t start tonight. It’s a bond they’ve had for years, and I’m honoured I get to be part of it. Maybe after tonight, it’s brought them closer.
Nate snaps his eyes to mine as if he’s just remembered I’m still here. His hand jerks away, and he bolts off the bed. “I’m gonna take a shower.” He circles to my side, leans down and presses a quick kiss to my lips before disappearing into the bathroom.
Evan stares at the ceiling, jaw tight, that familiar twitch in his lip.
I curl closer to him, my heart fuller than ever, but Evan remains still like his mind has run somewhere far ahead of the rest of us.