22. Moving On
The click of the front door has me stiffening in my chair, adrenaline heating my skin as I listen to the footsteps heading towards me. Carson is due back tonight, and a quick glance at the clock shows it’s too early in the day to be Oliver.
We’re three months in after my IUD removal, and a month out from a full normal period cycle; a cycle Carson familiarized and tracked. It means that today is the start of a week-long window they’ve determined to be the best chance of impregnating me.
I shut the lid of my laptop and slide off the stool, just as Oliver walks in. His gray sweatpants and tight navy t-shirt have my ovaries working in overdrive. The loving smile stretching across his face makes my heart ache. It never feels real that I have two men who shower me with affection and worship the ground I walk on.
Oliver cups my face, kissing me. I slide my hands under his shirt, my fingers spanning across his toned stomach.
“Hey, baby,” he whispers against my lips.
“What are you doing here?”
I let out a yelp when he picks me up, gripping around my waist as I wrap my legs around him. He carries me to the living room, and sets me in front of the couch.
”Someone’s jet landed early. I think he wanted to surprise you first.” Oliver grins, the mischief in his eyes making my thighs clench.
“Carson is on his way home?”
He nods. “Yeah.”
“And you wanted to beat him home?” I ask, breathlessly.
Oliver’s gaze shifts over my shoulders and I turn to face one of the cameras we have set up in the house. His hands slide over my ribs and he squeezes my breasts once before his fingers curl in the opening of my blouse.
His lips move against my ear. “What does he always say? That he’s going to plant a baby in you first?”
He rips my blouse, buttons flying as the shirt slides to my elbows and hangs off in loose shreds. I shrug it off as my core starts to throb. Oliver is taunting Carson on purpose, and I know I’m in for a rough night from the both of them. The thought of their hard fucking has my panties drenched.
A low chuckle fans across my neck as my phone starts to go off in the other room.
“Do you think that’s him?”
I nod, licking my lips as I glance up at the camera. Oliver’s hand slides down my stomach and into my pants. He cups my wet pussy, circling my clit with a playful touch. In a quick shift, he pushes two fingers inside me and I gasp, clutching onto his arm. The pressure of my bra loosens as the clasp on my back is snapped off.
“I bet he’s hard as stone, watching in the back of his car as he snaps at the driver to get here faster,” Oliver says.
Letting my bra fall to the floor, I grab my breast, twisting my hard nipples. “Then let’s put on a show.”
”Fuck,” Oliver curses, pulling out of my waistband and tugging my pants off. “On your knees, baby. Get my cock ready to fill your little pussy up.”
I shudder. Oliver doesn’t unleash this side of himself often. He’s the gentler of my lovers. Kneeling before him, I push his sweatpants down and grasp his thick cock. I swirl my tongue around his ruddy, swollen head and groan at the taste of him. His hand rests on the back of my head, keeping me in place as he thrusts into my mouth. I gargle when he reaches the back of my throat, his fingers twisting into my hair to prevent me from moving as he stills.
My eyes water as I look up at him, his face twisted in pleasure. I don’t like to think about our past relationships often, but the day Oliver admitted his ex-wife never went down on him was the day I fell in love with giving him blowjobs. A secret possessiveness that he only gets this from me makes my skin flush with arousal.
He pulls out, and I gasp for breath as his chest falls faster. The shrill sound of my phone is still going off in the background, only pausing for a few seconds before it picks back up again.
Oliver tugs on my hair, and I scramble to my feet. He lets go to drag one of our chairs to be more center with the camera, then grabs the back of my neck to bend me over the arm of it. Balancing on the cushion, I arch and push my ass out for him. I’m eager to feel him inside me. We’ve never used condoms between us, but there’s a different thrill knowing I’m unprotected now.
He rubs his cock along my slick folds, and I moan.
“I’m already leaking at the thought of flooding your fertile womb,” Oliver grits out, his hand squeezing my hip as he thrusts into me.
My eyes roll back as I stretch to his size. He makes a few short strokes till he’s flush against my ass cheeks. His fingers flex on my sides and I feel his rigid cock throbbing as he holds back his release.
That’s when I notice that my phone has stopped ringing. I glance over my shoulder, trepidation turning my stomach just as the front door slams against the wall. Oliver’s hold tightens as we both turn to the furious man storming into the living room.
“Carson,” I breathe out.
He unbuckles his belt and unzips his jeans as he comes to stand before me. I clench around Oliver’s cock and he groans, pushing deeper into me.
“Fuck, she wants it so bad,” Oliver says.
Carson pulls his stiff erection out, pre-cum glistening over the thick, enlarged mushroom crown. He strokes his cock once, swiping his thumb over his tip and then rubbing it over my lips. I lick off the taste of him.
He glares at my mouth before nodding at Oliver. “Better fuck her hard and fast because I’m not coming in her mouth.”
Putting one knee on the chair’s arm in front of me, Carson lines up with my open mouth. The same moment his tip presses against my lips, Oliver pulls out and slams forward, propelling me onto Carson’s cock. He pounds into me as Carson stands still, letting Oliver’s unrestrained pumps force me up and down his shaft.
I wrap my hands around Carson’s thigh to hold on as Oliver’s fingers tighten, pinpoints of pain on my hips that I know will bruise. Carson tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear, smirking down at me when I gag as Oliver thrusts harder.
He pulls his cock out, smearing my saliva down his shaft as his gaze moves to where Oliver is fucking me. “How’s her unprotected pussy feel? I bet she’s fucking soaked, knowing we’re going to be dumping loads all night,” he says.
Oliver moans, picking up his pace. The slapping of our skin getting louder and more frequent. I squeeze my eyes shut, bowing my head as I try to catch my breath.
“Yeah, I bet it’s fucking dripping. So fucking tight; begging for our seed to fill that empty womb,” Carson continues.
“Fuuccck!” Oliver shouts. The warmth of his cum spilling inside me has my pussy clenching, pulling deeper as I clutch his pulsating cock. Oliver drapes his body over my back, pressing small kisses into my spine as he drains every drop.
Then he’s pulling out and Carson’s thrusting inside me. I let out a cry, unprepared for the feeling of a stiff dick impaling me again. The warmth and wetness of Oliver’s cum dripping out around Carson’s cock as he pumps makes a fire build in my belly. A hand slips between my legs, circling my clit as my body trembles from the overwhelming ecstasy.
“You gotta come, beautiful. I’m not gonna last much longer. The thought of putting a baby in you has had me hard all day. My balls are aching to pour into you,” Carson pants.
I shake as I do what he asks; waves of euphoria roll through me as I tumble into an orgasm. Carson lets out a guttural groan as he follows me over the edge. His cock swells and then jerks as he splatters my insides with his cum.
We stay like that for a moment before he pulls out, and I’m flipped over and picked up. I wrap my arms around Carson’s neck as he carries me to our bedroom. Glancing over his shoulder, I smile at Oliver following us.
He grins back. “You look happy.”
“I am happy,” I confess.
Carson squeezes me closer to him. My heart skips a beat in overwhelming joy and love at the two men who have shown me everything I never knew could be possible.