32. Rusty
thirty-two
Rusty
T he sun was peeking through the drapes in our bedroom. Jacques and I were in the middle of the bed, Travis and Carina beside us. Carina had co-opted my spot, needing to be able to get up to go to the bathroom throughout the night. She was starting to pull through the extreme tiredness, but they were all still fast asleep.
I’d been wide awake and brimming with ideas for hours.
My mind was ticking over, endless possibilities racing through it. Every one of them was incredible, and I couldn’t stop smiling.
I really wanted to spoil them all.
I pressed my front to Travis’s back and reached around to slide my hand down his abs to his trimmed pubes. I scratched my fingers through them, and he hummed, his cock flexing. It thickened at my teasing and bucked when I wrapped my fingers around his girth. His semi grew thicker and harder as I gently stroked him and kissed a line along his shoulder and up his nape.
He had his arm propped on a pillow that he’d hugged to himself. It was getting in the way, but I didn’t dare move it.
With my next downstroke, Travis twisted his hips, pulling his top leg down and giving me more room. I shifted, sliding down so I could kiss along his lat all the way to his hip, then licked a path up his cock. His taste burst on my tongue, salty and sweet, and I hummed around my mouthful as I sucked him down to the back of my throat.
Travis moaned, and his good hand found my hair as he rolled the rest of the way onto his back. “Good morning,” he rasped and thrust his hips.
I resisted the urge to climb between his legs—I wanted Jacques and Carina in on this act, too, and I couldn’t reach them if I was too far away. I took him deeper and ghosted my hand down over his sac. His balls drew up, and Travis widened his legs, giving me more room to play.
I pulled off his cock with a pop and mouthed my way down to his sac. “Good morning,” I hummed against the crisp hairs and wrinkled skin my lips were pressed to.
With my other hand, I reached for Jacques, but he’d rolled over, turning away from us. I ran my fingers down his back and over his ass, and his breath caught.
“Mmm,” Travis moaned.
I brushed my fingertips over Jacques’s crack, light as a feather, and he tilted his hips back, his body silently asking me to play.
“Jacques,” I murmured, “Can I?”
Travis’s breath caught, the vibrations of my voice making his cock harder and his balls draw up tighter.
“Fuck yes,” Jacques moaned.
“Give me your fingers,” Travis said.
I did, and he licked them, lubing them with spit. When I returned them to Jacques, he moaned quietly and pushed his ass back, searching for my touch.
He cried out softly when I circled his hole with the pad of my middle finger, wetting it and softening the muscle.
I pressed harder, my finger slipping inside him easily. But I wanted more lube. I pulled away from Travis and spread Jacque’s cheeks. I spat on his hole, then rubbed it around and slipped two fingers inside him. He was silky and hot, his hole squeezing me tight. I loved being inside him; my cock, my fingers, my tongue—it didn’t matter.
My cock was hard as nails. I was torn in two, desperate to get as close to him as possible but needing Travis and Carina to be looked after too.
I squeezed my cock, tamping down the desire to get inside him, and then reached for Travis, stroking him in time with my movements inside Jacques.
I heard Carina shift, and she blinked open her eyes, quickly taking in what I was doing to Travis and Jacques.
“Sweetheart, I want you right here in front of me so I can taste you,” I rasped. My dick bucked, my mind going wild with the thought of fucking all of them at once.
Carina moaned, then scrunched up her nose and said, “That sounds incredible, but Peanut is pressing on my bladder.”
I snorted out a laugh, and she dashed off to the bathroom. A bead of precum pooled at Travis’s slit and dripped down his shaft. I leaned down and licked him, my fingers almost pulling free of Jacques. Jacques groaned, and I stretched further, pushing deeper inside him.
I sucked Travis harder, and his body stiffened. His breath stuttered as I slid my fingers around his balls and massaged them.
Adding a third finger to Jacques, I scissored them, stretching him out and relentlessly tagging his prostate. Both of them were straining, struggling to get closer to me.
I heard Carina return a second later, and I asked, “Sweetheart, can you reach the lube?” I looked over my shoulder at her and licked my lips. She was flushed and naked. Utterly gorgeous. Her belly was swelling, the baby—our baby—growing fast.
She took the lube out, and I let go of Travis so she could pour a pool of it into the palm of my hand, then used it to slick up Travis’s length. He hissed, and Jacques moaned. I hadn’t realized I’d stopped moving until he shifted back. I finger-fucked him again, slow and deep the way he loved it.
“More,” he demanded.
I pulled out and wiped the excess lube from my hand around his hole, getting him ready for Travis.
Jacques flipped over and helped Travis prop his arm up against the padded bedhead, then shoved a pillow under his head for comfort. When he was good, Jacques rolled over again and stuck his ass out. “Now fuck me, Travis.”
I helped guide Travis inside Jacques, and they both moaned simultaneously as he pushed forward, breaching Jacques’s hole. It was a beautiful sight.
“Sweetheart, come and lie down.” I patted the bed in front of Jacques, and he reached for Carina the moment she was lying down. He pressed a kiss to her lips, and I watched as he sneaked his tongue inside her mouth. Her legs fell open, and I crawled between them, kissing my way up her leg.
“So fucking sexy,” Travis moaned as he thrust into Jacques’s tight ass.
She was sexy. Wet too. Her inner thighs were already glistening with her juices. Carina loved watching the three of us together. It was entirely mutual—I loved watching her with them too.
I lapped at Carina’s pussy, flicking my tongue over her clit as I slid a finger into her tight channel. She moaned and gripped my hair, holding me in place.
“Rusty’s good, isn’t he?” Travis asked Carina. “His mouth is magic.”
I added a finger and crooked them, searching for her G-spot. When I hit it, she sucked in a breath and arched up, her hips bending toward me. I focused on that spot, making sure to tag it over and over as I moved my fingers. I sucked on her clit, licking her folds and nibbling on them until she was tightening around me.
“Oh God,” she breathed.
She lifted up her leg, opening up to me more, and I shuffled closer, pressing a third finger into her. She was tight and wet, and I wanted her to come on my tongue, then on my dick.
Travis closed his hand around Carina’s, tightening her grip on Jacques’s cock. Jacques stuttered out a breath, and I watched as Carina jacked him in time with each of Travis’s thrusts.
“Oh fuck,” Carina moaned as Travis punched his hips forward, driving Jacques’s cock into her grip.
I focused back on Carina and doubled down my efforts until she was trembling and her breaths were choppy. I brushed my fingertip over her ass. She clenched tight, then moaned, “Yes,” long and low.
I sucked on her clit, and she cried out, her pussy clamping down on my fingers as she came. She was so different to my guys, so soft and wet. I was hooked.
“Roll onto your side, sweetheart,” I murmured.
“Need both of you. All of you,” she panted, still trembling.
“Where do you need us?” Jacques asked as he ran his hands down to her breasts and gently pinched her nipples.
“In my pussy, my ass,” she moaned. “Please.”
“Anything for you,” I whispered, then shifted so she could roll.
She hitched her leg over Jacques’s hip, and he guided his cock into her. I watched in rapt fascination as she stretched around him, her soft folds glistening with her come as he slowly pumped inside her. Travis shifted so Jacques would impale himself on Travis’s cock every time he pulled out of Carina and moaned when Jacques did exactly that.
I watched them all together. They were beautiful—Travis’s thick muscles against Jacques’s more compact ones, built for speed rather than size, and Carina’s generous curves. Her thick thighs and big breasts were so familiar already. I wanted to pinch myself. I couldn’t believe I’d fallen in love with not one, not two, but three people who loved me back. Me, a demisexual man who’d experienced attraction to a total of three people in his life. I was far luckier than I deserved.
Sweat beaded on Jacques’s brow, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before he was on the edge. I lubed up my fingers and prepared Carina with first one finger, then two, stretching and scissoring them to loosen her up. My guys liked the pinch during and ache after their holes were well-used, but I’d never do that to Carina. Our lady deserved nothing but ecstasy from every one of our touches.
“Fuck, I’m trying not to come,” Jacques hissed out as his thrusts turned jerky. His expression was pinched, his teeth pressing deep into his bottom lip.
“Get inside me,” Carina ordered.
I slipped in behind her and guided my dick to her hole. She was still so tight, but I slathered on lube and pressed forward gently, letting her adjust to my intrusion.
Carina’s words were nonsensical, her voice breathy as I inched forward and retreated. After an age, I finally bottomed out, my groin pressed against the curve of her luscious ass. Carina cried out. Her ass throbbed, her channel tightening around me and releasing.
“Fuck,” Travis gritted out. “Jesus, Jacques. So tight.”
“So close,” Jacques breathed.
With her tight heat surrounding me, the urge to come crested, and I neared the point of no return. It was as if I was in a barrel bobbing a foot away from the edge of Niagara Falls, teetering on the edge.
I breathed through it, trying to distract myself from the nirvana I was inside. One hundred, ninety-seven, ninety-four, ninety-one.
I was on a hair-trigger, but there was no way I was coming first. Gritting my teeth, I braced myself on my elbow and gripped Carina’s hip with my other hand. I pressed her closer to Jacques as I thrust inside her, and my eyes rolled back. They moaned and Travis hissed as he slid deeper into Jacques.
That was it, the right angle to fuck all of them. My body screamed at me to chase my orgasm, but I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. I eased back until Carina’s rim was squeezing my crown. She clenched tighter, and I hissed. My balls drew up tight.
I shifted, pulling my sac down and away from me and squeezing the base of my cock until I clawed my way back from the edge.
“Please,” Carina begged.
“Sweetheart, I’m in fucking heaven and hell. Want to come so bad,” I gritted out through clenched teeth.
“Do it,” she rasped, reaching for my nape and pulling me closer to her.
I went willingly, a slave to her. But I kept some modicum of sense.
“Not until all of you come,” I groaned, sucking on the sensitive spot below her ear.
I thrust into her again, grinding deep as I bottomed out. Carina cried out, and Jacques groaned, “Fuck, I can feel your cock slide along every inch.”
Travis matched my thrusts, and Jacques reached for Carina’s nipples, tugging and pinching them gently. Her core tightened, and I thrust harder, grinding against Jacques’s cock.
He cried out and throbbed against my cock. Carina moaned, and she trembled in my arms, her hips rocking as she neared the edge. Travis snapped his hips forward, and Jacques shouted out, his own hips dancing back and forth as he fucked himself on both of them.
Carina’s breath caught, and she choked out a cry as her body flushed and her ass strangled my cock.
“Fuck,” Jacques rasped. “Still coming. God, don’t stop.”
I fucked in deeper, extending Carina and Jacques’s ecstasy until Travis moaned and his grip tightened on Jacques’s hip. His knuckles turned white. He shouted out, and his rhythm stuttered. Jacques moaned, and his dick bucked. He could feel every one of Travis’s pulses in his ass, and through Carina, so could I.
The tingle at the base of my spine started, and this time, I didn’t hold back, chasing my orgasm to succumb like the others had. When it hit me, I gasped in a breath and rode the wave, this time happy to go over the edge in that barrel. Fireworks lit up behind my closed eyelids, and pulse after pulse of cum shot through my dick.
I slumped forward, leaning my forehead on Carina’s shoulder as I came back to earth. The world slowly stopped spinning, and my softening cock slipped from Carina. She moaned, and I ran my hand over her hip and down her leg.
“That was—” Carina started, then sighed happily. “I want to do that again.”
“Me too,” Jacques responded.
I watched with a smile as he kissed her, then rose onto my hands and kissed Travis, our tongues tangling.
I loved every minute of our time together, but we were going to have to cut it short. Jacques needed to pack. He was leaving in a few hours and hadn’t even taken out his duffel bag.
Hockey season was officially upon us.
***
Travis had run Jacques into town to the Seals’ training stadium and was doing the grocery shopping while he was out. He’d taken Carina with him so she could have coffee with Cara and go through her manuscript. She’d napped for an hour after I’d cleaned her up, then I brought her breakfast in bed while she finished what Cara had written. After that, she was all action, insisting that she get together with Cara to go through it. I didn’t think Cara had written the ending yet—Carina didn’t seem to mind. She was champing at the bit to talk about it. But she took her oath of secrecy to Cara seriously. She wouldn’t breathe a word about the book to us.
I was playing around in the shed, my ideas from this morning circling in my head once more. Carina had mentioned shopping for furniture for the nursery, and I’d been unimpressed with the crib options she’d shown me. I wanted something special, but I didn’t know what yet. I’d kept the lengths of oak for something special, never knowing what that would be. I now had my answer. They were perfect.
I dialed Travis, and he picked up on the first ring, “Hey, babe. What’s happening?”
I chuckled, heat crawling across my cheeks. I shook my head, laughing at myself and answered, “I’m sitting here, thinking about designing furniture.”
“New line for the business?”
“No. A crib and diaper changing table.”
“Yeah?” he asked, his voice rising in excitement. “That’s perfect.”
I told him about my loose plans for the pieces, and he loved my ideas. I wanted to decorate the room and surprise Carina with it. But it had to be perfect. It had to be exactly what she would want.
“We need to keep the colors neutral,” Travis said, voicing my exact thoughts.
Carina wanted the sex of the baby to be a surprise, and we’d all agreed that we weren’t going to push gender norms onto Peanut, so pink and blue were absolutely out of the question.
“Light furniture,” I mused. “But I have no idea what color to do the walls.”
“Let’s see if Jacques has any ideas,” Travis suggested.
I messaged Jacques and his response was quick—they were already travelling.
What about purple? Carina loved the big jacaranda they had in their front yard. We could get paint that color.
I read the message to Travis, and he was on board. “I’ll stop by the plant nursery on my way home,” he mused out loud. “The drive could do with more shade.”
“You just want Carina to love the ranch,” I teased.
“So do y’all,” he quipped right back. He was absolutely right.
I messaged Jacques:
Travis is getting jacarandas for the drive.
He responded immediately with two love-heart eye emojis.
I’ll pick up the paint on my way home.
I grinned, another idea coming to me. I was going to make more than just the furniture. The nursery was going to be perfect. I couldn’t wait to get started on it.