Washington, D.C. Date Night #8
With just that word, she knew what he wanted, and she was down with it. Straddling his face, Gene pulled her down, and took his first voyage into straight-man-ville. The road was right through her girly bits.
As a Gay man, that could be a scary journey. His hope was that Elizabeth understood.
And didn’t get upset if he failed miserably. What did he know about getting a woman off with his mouth?
A man?
YES.
A lady?
HELL.
NO.
Still, he found her clit, and when he thought it would gross him out, it didn’t. Teasing it, she moaned in pleasure, and that egged him on.
He kind of liked it.
The response she had to his mouth was new to him, and he kept going, his own body reacting to being ridden, and orally pleasing a woman.
As Chris came, Gene let him ride out that orgasm. There was cum all over him, and he assumed Elizabeth’s back. He could feel it dripping onto his belly, likely from her ass. Someone had painted the queen with cum.
When the man dismounted, Gene rolled, putting Elizabeth on her back.
He was over her, and staring down at her.
“I shouldn’t like this.”
Elizabeth grinned.
“If I had a dollar for every time I thought that…”
Oh, he was aware.
Moving down her body, he mimicked how he saw the other man give her pleasure. First, it was her nipples, and the piercings there. When he’d enjoyed that, he went lower.
This was where it got tricky.
When he put her thighs over his shoulders, Gene got to work.
He feasted, using his tongue to play with that bauble that pierced her clit.
Her reaction to him stirred him up. Never in his life did he believe he’d get off on this, but here he was.
Giving her pleasure became his only focus.
As she teetered on the edge, Callen moved Ethan closer to the headboard, and pulled him back so his back was to his chest.
“I’m going to fill you with cum,” he said, biting him on the neck.
His hand was around his body, pulling brutally on the nipple piercings.
“Yes, please,” he whispered. “Fill me!”
Callen was brutal, and he didn’t hold back. He was watching Gene orally pleasure his woman, and it drove him wild.
Why?
Well, because he was the perviest pervert who ever perverted in their unit.
One of the best things about their unit was that when they had sex, altogether, it was like watching porn, and being interactive at the same time.
As he was taking Ethan, he made him turn his head, so he could see what he was seeing.
Chris was lying on his back, recovering, and Gene was face deep in Elizabeth’s girly bits.
Ethan moaned.
The visual was almost too much to take.
It shoved him off the edge, and he came, his dick exploding.
“FUCK!” he shouted, as Callen drove his dick deep in him, and emptied his balls in his ass.
The roar of release from him sent goosebumps across Elizabeth’s body, as her hands were in Gene’s hair. The man was devouring her, and for the first time going down on a woman, he’d gotten it right.
She came.
As she broke apart, Gene needed more. He’d already been in someone’s ass when Chris had ridden him, so he couldn’t go dick diving in her.
Unless…
Lifting her hips, he took aim, and found her ass. He slid into her carefully, knowing that he was a big man.
Her eyes opened, and her body bowed, as she saw him taking her.
“Jesus,” Gene muttered, not believing he was fucking a woman, but here he was….
Fucking a woman.
Never let it be said that his life was not a constant surprise.
Because.
It.
Was.
When he was fully in her, the bed moved, and the three other men headed toward the bathroom to clean up.
Gene wasn’t an idiot.
They were also giving him space for this new experiment.
Oh, and he appreciated that. Elizabeth was his training wheels, and in order to be a good husband to everyone, he had to master the most difficult part.
Having a wife.
She was easy to love, but as a gay man, who shied away from tits, this was a challenge.
Now, he’d see if he could complete the act.
Gene began moving, his body over hers, as he took her ass. Already, he was hard again, and this had befuddled him.
He liked it.
A.
Lot.
“Oh, God,” she whispered, as he moved in and out of her ass. His fingers were on her clit, and as he used his hips, he used his fingers too.
There was a rule with the Blackhawk men. The lady ALWAYS got off. Much like with him and Ethan, Gene liked to ensure that his partner had copious amounts of pleasure before he’d take any for himself.
He was unselfish like that.
Because it felt good, Gene kept moving.
His balls were tightly tucked into his sack, and he was going to cum.
There was no doubt about it.
“So tight,” he muttered, the beads of perspiration forming on his forehead as his body rippled in need. He was trying not to cum so fast.
But it wasn’t easy.
It was clear that love did a lot of things to a person, and this was one of them.
Call him caught off guard, but love had made him a little less gay, and a lot more willing to be good with having a wife.
“FUCK!” he shouted, as he was slipping from the ledge. The copious amounts of booze were NOT his friend, and that was showing.
PERIOD.
“Come on,” she said, staring up into his eyes to help him get there. “Harder!”
That was all he had to hear.
Gene gave her what she wanted, and in the process, he gave himself what he needed.
Connection.
They were now fully a family with zero boundaries left to cross. He was no longer the outsider, but a full member with all of the rights of any of the husbands.
And that was all it took.
Gene knew he was on the edge, and there was no holding off. The Jack, Jim, and Jose had made him way too easy to lose control.
Because he was at the end.
Tugging on her piercing, Elizabeth came, her body rippling with pleasure. It was enough to pull Gene from the ledge.
He exploded, his body shattering apart, his first man-on-woman orgasm.
And he liked it.
It felt like every other orgasm. Honestly, he wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but this felt good.
Damn good.
Laying over her, his body shivered with that escaping pleasure, and her hands were on his back.
Soothing him.
Now, she needed to know.
“You good, big guy?” she asked.
When he lifted his head, she saw the emotion, and immediately, her first instinct was to protect him.
“It’s okay,” she said.
Was it?
Absolutely.
What started as trepidation, and him wanting a family, was now at a whole new level.
How did he thank her for that?
How did you thank someone for saving your life?
To show Elizabeth, he found her mouth, and sank into a kiss, hoping she’d understand how huge this was for him.
In all of his life, he’d never wanted this.
He never expected to have it.
Only, now, he did.
Gene understood what it felt like to be whole, and part of something bigger than himself. It wasn’t just a marriage, but a family that offered everything he needed to feel alive.
Compassion.
Love.
Kindness.
Togetherness.
This was what a marriage was, and now, he wasn’t just ‘Ethan’s husband’, but instead, he belonged to each and every one of them.
It was beyond nice.
When the bed moved, Gene broke the kiss. His eyes never left hers. In them, he found strength, and love.
“This changed me,” he admitted.
Elizabeth ran her fingers over his face. She memorized it, because time was no one’s friend, and Fate was, more often than not, a bitch.
In their world, that was the absolute truth.
“It always does. When you have sex with a person, they take a little of you with them. If you’re lucky, they stick around, and you stay whole.”
Ethan was lying there, cuddled against Chris and Callen. They were watching the interaction.
There was no doubt this was the most important moment of the night.
Not the wedding.
Not the vows.
Not the comradery.
THIS.
“It’s why when you and Ethan separated, and you went to NOLA, and he stayed in DC, he struggled. You took a big piece of him with you. Now, you’re back, and he’s whole. You’re whole.”
Gene let that tear slip down his face. There would always be a part of him that ached when he was reminded that he didn’t stay.
Oh, it was meant to be, but still. All he had to do was stay.
So now, he was honest with her.
“When I left, he kept almost all of my heart. I’m glad I have it back. This feels…different.”
She smiled up at him.
“This is a marriage. It should always feel different. You should feel safe, loved, and equal. You should be able to look at one of us, and feel the same about the others. In a marriage, you can’t love someone more or less.
You just have to love them with all you have.
When you both said your vows, that was to make Ethan feel safe.
Tonight, you said them because you meant them. Now, you’re both safe.”
Gene understood what she was saying.
Well, now, he did.
With having sex with Elizabeth, and breaking through that barrier, he’d found that she was absolutely right. He finally felt whole, and it wasn’t because of him, but the pieces of them that they shared with him.
He was all in.
The months of holding back sex to protect Ethan had held him back. Now, they were all one.
“I never want to lose this,” he admitted. “I’ve never done this before. How do I keep it?”
That was easy.
Elizabeth shared.
“You love as much as you’re loved. You give all of you, and know that each day, you’ll be refilled with all of the love that’s felt for you.”
Gene felt a hand on his back, and then, being pulled away from Elizabeth, as she was pulled up too. They found themselves sandwiched in the pile of bodies between Callen and Chris.
Ethan crawled over legs, and rested on them. They each touched him, and in that moment, Gene knew one thing. This would be the last marriage in his life.
It would also be the best.
He was home, and his heart was full.
Not only was he a Blackhawk, but he was safe with the people who would protect his heart.
There would never be betrayal.
There would only be love, and that was all because of a wedding.
A weird.
A wild.
A crazy wedding.
But it was the best one he’d ever have, and for the first time, he believed one single, solitary line.
This was definitely until death did they part.