3. Caleb
Caleb
FEB. 8TH - SATURDAY
“ F uuuuuck, Caleb," Aaron groans. I love it when he moans my name, but the way he looks down at me is downright a wet dream. I'll never tire of his sinful blue eyes watching me between his legs, nor will his taste ever turn me off.
I grin in response to his sleepy pleasure, making my mouth seal around his cock even tighter. Nudging him into the back of my throat, I swallow and take him further. Ignoring the burn and uncomfortable feel of deep throating takes time, but I've had fifteen years of practice with Aaron's thick dick. My man has been fucking my face since we were sixteen and seventeen.
Fuck, I'll never forget the first time Lilly walked in on us and stayed to watch. My brother and I were twenty-four, and she was eighteen. Lilly had been dating my twin for four days. To say we were all fucking shocked when she walked into my room instead of Dean's would be an understatement. She may have run to Dean right after I rutted myself into the bed and swallowed Aaron’s cum, but we made her panties wet.
Who would’ve thought living with my twin brother would result in the amazing life we're living?
Aaron grunts and tosses his head back, breaking our eye contact, but that's okay. I woke him up with head so he could start his Saturday relaxed. Aaron usually needs help to slow down, which Lilly and I are more than happy to do. Especially since he came home last night with the greatest news ever. He fuckin' did it, and we're going to celebrate all weekend long.
"Mmm," I hum, while dragging my nails from his ankle and to the inside of his thigh. Like the tease I am, I pluck some of his leg hair, making him buck a touch more at the sting of pain.
Using my saliva dripping onto his balls, I caress them and dip lower to massage the rim of his hot fucking hole. I pop off for a breath and groan, taking in his heaving chest. The warm twinkly lights Lilly has strung up around our California King bed highlights his tan abs.
"So hot," I rumble appreciatively and nuzzle my cheek against his thigh when he runs his fingers through my hair.
Nibbling on his lip, Aaron pushes my hair back and explores my eyebrows, nose, and my mouth with his knuckles. "So pretty," he murmurs, and smirks.
Narrowing my gaze, I nip at his dick, making him puff out a startled chuckle. I fucking hate being called pretty. I'm the sexy twin. Dean's pretty. "Asshole," I grumble.
"Speaking of..." he trails off and grinds his ass down on my exploring fingertips. I watch with rapt attention as he takes what he wants from me. Plump red lips part on a sigh when my middle and ring finger brush against his prostate.
Unashamed, I hump his calf, needing some friction. "Feel good, husband?"
"Fuck!" Aaron gasps, turning red in the face. "More, Caleb. Now. Please."
His balls are already drawing up with his impending release. Not wanting his salty cum to go to waste, I wrap my lips around his crown and suck hard.
"SHIT!" he roars, hips stuttering like he’s trying to figure out whether to grind on my fingers or thrust down my throat. I decide to help him out. With a curl of my fingers, and his cock pulsing in my mouth, Aaron comes with a roar so deep it makes my dick weep for its own release.
"Fucking Christ, Caleb. I love that mouth. I love you, " he breathes, slumping back into the pillows. A satisfied smile tugs my lips. Not one made to tease or taunt like I'm known for, but one that shows my happiness.
I drop a kiss on his left kneecap, the one that holds an array of scars from his baseball days. "Love you too."
"Am I good to come in now?" Lilly shouts through the closed door.
Locking eyes with Aaron, we share a silent worry. I don't understand after all these years why she still feels the need to ask us if she can come inside her bedroom. We all share it and if she had walked in three minutes ago, it's not like it would be anything she hasn't seen before.
"Of course, Lilly!" Aaron shouts, hiding his exasperation behind a soothing smile that always makes her melt.
In she walks, but it's not us who's making her smile. Dean follows in after her, murmuring in her ear while she blushes and snorts beneath her breath. When she finally looks up to see Aaron and me, her lips twist, telling me she's biting the inside of her cheek with uncertainty.
"Lilly," I warn, my jaw clenching. "What did I tell you?"
"Don't worry bro, I sorted it," Dean remarks with a tray of cinnamon rolls in his hands. "Right, baby?" He hip checks her out of his way to set the cinnamon rolls on the dresser.
She flashes him a smile and puts two steaming mugs down on the nightstand beside Aaron. "Right. My room too, blah, blah blah."
It's moments like this where I envy my brother. He can soothe our girl like it's second nature. Lilly rarely seems anxious around him.
"I just wanted to give you privacy," she states. Her words rise with a squeal when Aaron snatches her around the waist and pins her beneath him.
"There is no privacy needed," he says, and she finishes our family motto, "unless explicitly stated."
"That's good, Lil Lilly," Aaron purrs and rolls off of her so she's now between us.
It's been seven years since the four of us became official. We've had plenty of time to figure out what works for us. Sometimes she forgets, though, especially when she's stuck in her head. I worry we'll never be able to make her feel as special as she is just because the guys and I have known each other all our lives. Lilly's our everything, but making her feel less like an outsider when it comes to mine and Aaron's relationship is one of the few struggles we haven't been able to overcome.
"I love it when you call me that," she whispers, running her fingers along Aaron's collarbone.
He gazes at her with so much love I swear my heart beats double for them. "I know."
"I have to get up." Lilly drops her hand from Aaron's heated skin. "I need to grab the rest of the drinks."
Dean shakes his head rapidly and launches himself onto the bed in front of her. With a quick peck on her lips, he shoves her back into the pillows. "Stay. I'll get them." He points between Aaron and me with a twinkle in his eye, which makes it seem like I'm looking in a mirror. "Help her get comfortable."
With that, he hops off the bed and leaves the room. Silence descends; Lilly's heavy breathing is the only thing filling it.
Keeping my eyes on my woman, I ask Aaron, "Mine or yours?"
Plucking the soft white string of her pajama pants, Aaron begins the art of undressing Lilly. "How about ours?"
My dick jumps beneath the thin sheet, drawing her stunning grey eyes to its neediness. "What do you think, Lil? Can you take us both today while your husband makes you a coffee?"
Aaron steals her words before she can even attempt to answer my question. Growling, I shove my hand down her pants and twist my fingers around his to make him stop finger fucking our girl when I'm trying to speak to her.
Ignoring Aaron's snickering, I narrow my gaze on Lilly. "Answer me."
She flicks a look at Aaron with a shocked expression. I'm not normally so dominant, that's more my husband’s kink, but her skittishness around me this morning has me on edge.
"You know how he gets when you tiptoe around us, Lilly. Now answer his question. Can you take both of our cocks, or do you need help to warm up?" His voice sends chills up and down my arms. Fuck, I need her. Him. Both of them, preferably .
Instead of nibbling on the inside of her cheek, she bites down on her plump lip. Slowly, her pupils blow and she melts into the bed and our hands. Unable to control myself, I push mine and Aaron's finger into her tight cunt.
"Fuck, Lil. Please answer me, babe." I can't get enough of this woman.
"Well.” She sighs and wiggles against us. "How much time we got?"
I smirk. "All damn weekend. We're celebrating, remember?"
I look at Aaron, pride filling my chest at the new role he's going to step into on Monday. He's worked so hard, climbed all the ladders, did all the coffee runs and bitch work. He deserves it, and this: a weekend to relax and love.
"Then I think I need some help warming up. My pussy," she tightens around our fingers on purpose, making us groan, "feels a little too tight for both of you. Get me ready for three cocks, please?"
Dean enters the room in time to hear her sexy fuckin' plea. "Fucking hell, baby. I get your sinful little mouth if you're gonna be so greedy then."
Lilly lifts herself and beams at him, her light and dark red hair tickling her dainty collarbones. The necklaces she always wears twinkle between her pert tits, making my mouth water.
Bobbing her head, her lips kick up on one side. Then she's spreading her legs and rides mine and my husband's fingers like a pro.
"Please," she breathes, tipping her head back to the ceiling.
My woman never needs to fucking beg. I'll give her my cock every time she asks. But first she asked for a warm up... so I'll just have to heat up her cunt with my tongue.
Better than any cinnamon roll I've ever had.