Chapter 32 Nash
nash
“Boys, we don’t have time for this,” Iris groaned, as she leaned her head to the side, giving me better access to kiss her neck.
“We have plenty of time,” Beau walked up to us, grabbing Iris by the chin. “We have at least an hour, but we can make it quick.”
“With how ravenous you guys have been there's no such thing as quick,” Iris mewled.
“What do you expect when you wear something like this?” I nipped her neck grabbing her breasts. “You don’t look like you want us to stop.”
Iris’ breath hitched as Beau trailed his fingers down her stomach, sliding them into her thong.
“I’m just wearing a bra and panties,” she moaned, pushing her ass against me.
“This isn’t just a bra and panties,” Beau murmured against her lips. “It’s white lace and these thigh-highs should be fucking illegal with how good they look on you. I won’t be able to think straight during this wedding.”
“So, it’s best if we have you before and after the wedding,” I groaned, watching Beau get on his knees for us.
“We don’t need this thong getting soaked.” Beau slipped off her underwear, kissing her pussy.
I lifted her leg to give him better access; it reminded me of the day I walked in on them at the bar in this exact position. How things had changed and I was so fucking glad they had.
Beau looked up at us as he licked her pussy, moaning as he devoured her.
“Fuck.” Iris ground against his face, my cock straining against my boxer briefs as I thrusted into her, needing relief.
I kissed her neck, palming her breasts as I pinched one of her nipples.
“Right there, Beau,” Iris groaned, running her hands through his hair. “He feels so good, husband.”
“Beau, make my wife come,” I growled.
“Oh no, I have different plans for her,” Beau said, getting up, kissing Iris first and then me.
I sucked on the bottom of his lip, tasting Iris on him, making me even more needy.
“On the bed, lay down on your back, Nash,” Beau commanded.
“Or what?” I taunted.
Iris turned around, looking up at me with her beautiful eyes.
“Be a good boy and get on the bed for us,” Iris purred.
I nodded dumbly, doing what she asked without question.
Butterflies danced in my stomach as I lay back.
“You’re such a good listener, Cowboy.” Beau praised me.
My body came more alive with the praise. I guess you could say I was fucking preening.
Beau and Iris climbed onto the bed in perfect sync. One on either side of me leaning over my hard cock as they reached for each other kissing softly and slowly. Beau grabbed Iris’ breast, kneading it, plucking her nipple, earning a gasp. I rubbed my hand over my cock enjoying the view.
Iris slapped my hand away from my cock. “Nuh-uh,” she tsked. “You wait until we are ready for you.”
I growled, reaching for her, but she anticipated me, moving out of reach. Beau lightly ran his hand over my cock, and I thrusted up for more friction.
“Nash.” Beau snapped.
“Fuck, we don’t have time,” I groaned, as Iris glided her hand up and down my thigh getting close to my cock, but never touching it.
“Oh, now we don’t have time,” Iris smirked, hooking her fingers in my underwear and pulling them down. “So impatient, Cowboy.”
“Your brother is get—”
A hot mouth engulfed the head of my cock, stopping me mid-sentence. They sucked softly as I groaned, thrusting up slightly.
“Let’s not talk about my brother when I have my hand on your cock.”
A small hand gripped the base of my cock, stroking me in tandem with the hot mouth. I looked down to see Beau’s stretched mouth and Iris pumping my cock with him, kissing his neck. The sight was so erotic, I almost came from it.
“Fuck. Y’all look so good,” I moaned, as Beau took me to the back of his mouth.
Iris ran her hand through his hair, grabbing his hair in her hands tightly as he bobbed his mouth on my cock.
“You look so good with my husband's cock in your mouth,” Iris purred.
Beau moaned on my cock, the vibrations hitting my balls made me moan loudly. The need to come slammed into me as fingers trailed down my taint and to my hole. This wasn’t the first time he had touched me, and I hoped this time it led to more. I had been dying to feel him inside of me.
Beau and Iris traded spots, her small warm mouth continued to tease me as Beau stroked me and played with my ass. I didn’t hear the lube bottle open or close, but when I felt the cold liquid, it made me pull away.
“Sorry, are you ok with this?” Beau asked, kissing my balls as Iris continued her mission to suck my soul out of my cock.
“Yes…” I panted. “Fuck me…I need it.”
Beau swirled his finger over my hole again, pushing his finger in slowly, bringing me back from the need to come.
The sting from two fingers brought me back from the edge again, as they both gave me so much pleasure I could barely stand it.
By the time Beau had three fingers in me, I was chasing his fingers, needing to be filled.
“Please,” I whimpered.
“What do you need, Cowboy?” Iris kissed up my torso.
“Both of you,” I whined, pulling her up to kiss her.
“You think you've been a good boy?” she murmured against my lips.
“I don’t think he has.” Beau pulled his fingers out of me.
“No,” I groaned, thrusting up.
Iris tsked, kissing me before I could say something else. Beau pushed my legs up, notching himself at my hole and I gasped into Iris’ mouth as he pushed in. I bore down, feeling the burn, desperate for the pleasure to take over, when Iris started stroking my cock.
“Fuck,” I whimpered, as the intense pleasure made me a little disoriented.
“You look so good like this, Nash,” Iris said, kissing the corner of my mouth, trailing kisses down to my neck.
“Iris,” I panted, running my hand down her curvy body.
“Goddamn, Nash, your ass looks so good around my cock,” Beau groaned.
“So good for us, Cowboy,” Iris whispered, taking my earlobe in her mouth before nipping at it.
“Petal, sit on my face,” I said, pulling her body up.
“Nash, no.” She tried pulling away.
“Fuck!” I yelled, when Beau’s pelvis flushed against my ass, grazing my prostate.
“Yes,” Beau panted, looking at us. “Iris, sit on his face. He needs to be used.”
“I don’t think—”
“Sit on my fucking face, Iris, like it’s your goddamn throne,” I growled, pulling her up again, throwing her legs over my face.
“Listen, Sweets.” Beau helped her sit over my face. “If he says sit, then sit the fuck down.”
I moaned as Beau pulled back and thrust into me tentatively. Iris was sitting too high and I pulled her down, licking her sweet pussy.
“Fuck, Nash,” Iris mewled, rolling her hips over my eager mouth.
“Does he feel good, Sweets?” Beau grunted, fucking into me at a steady pace.
“So, fucking good!” She yelled the last word as I sucked on her clit. “Yes, yes, yes.”
I kissed her clit ready to suck on it again when Beau said, “Iris up.”
I growled as she swung her leg over and Beau pulled out of me, yanking my hips up and flipping me over.
“Fuck your wife, Cowboy,” Beau snapped, as Iris laid down where I just was.
I crawled over her, kissing her passionately, feeling like this wasn’t enough and I needed them immediately.
Iris grabbed my cock, lining us up, rubbing her pussy with my cock until I thrust into her.
Her back bowed as she moaned loudly, giving me great access to her neck.
I kissed and sucked the base of her neck, needing to leave my mark on her. Everyone needed to know she was ours.
Beau kissed the middle of my back, lining himself with my needy hole entering me in one thrust, pushing me into Iris.
We moaned together, the connection to the two people I loved the most had me feeling feral.
I pulled out of Iris only to fuck myself on Beau, the motion zapping pleasure down my spine.
I thrusted into Iris and fucked myself back onto Beau.
“Look at you fucking us, such a fucking good boy.” Beau thrusted into me.
I groaned as he grazed my prostate pushing me into Iris again and my stomach clenched in pleasure.
“Nash,” Iris whined, trailing her hand down her stomach, circling her clit with her nimble fingers.
“Come on my cock, wife,” I growled, snapping my hips forward fucking them, giving them pleasure as I chased my own.
“Yes, yes, yes!” Iris yelled, as her pussy clamped down on my cock, the tight fit even more snug as she came.
I pistoned into her, chasing my orgasm.
“That’s right, Cowboy, fuck us good,” Beau grunted, his grip on my hips tightening.
I shouted my release, pushing my face into Iris’ neck as Beau took over thrusting into me, hitting my prostate repeatedly. Just when I thought it was over, Beau grunted his release making me come again. The last wave of pleasure made me shiver as I kissed Iris’s throat.
“Fuck, we have to do that again tonight!” Beau kissed my shoulder.
Iris chuckled. “Maybe you can both fuck my pussy tonight.
I groaned into her neck. “Fuck, Iris you can’t say shit like that.” I felt my cock trying to rally again.
Beau laughed. “Just something we can look forward to.”
“I just don't wanna be hard throughout the wedding,” I whined, picturing us fucking Iris at the same time.
Iris laughed, kissing me softly. I deepened the kiss, nipping at her lip before turning to receiving a kiss from Beau and my heart felt full. I was lucky at this second chance with them and at a life I could be proud of.
“You may kiss your husbands and you may kiss your wife.”
Iris yelled and clapped as tears fell down her cheeks.
Her brother, Theo, was getting married to Nova, Colt and Atlas.
It wasn’t legal, but it was their commitment ceremony.
Watching them get married made me feel extremely guilty.
Iris should have had this. We should have gotten married surrounded by her family.
I should have been a better man and insisted on it.