Chapter 21 #2
“We love you too.” I began to move, slowly at first, careful not to hurt her. “You’re ours now, Aims.”
“Yours,” she agreed, her body beginning to relax, to accept us both. “And you’re mine. Both of you.”
I guided one of Rhett’s hands to Aimee’s clit, showing him how to touch her while we moved together. I cupped her breasts, kneading the soft flesh, pinching her nipples between my fingers hard enough to make her gasp.
The three of us found a rhythm—awkward at first, then increasingly fluid as we learned to move as one entity.
Aimee’s body became the vessel that connected us, the conduit through which our pleasure flowed back and forth.
She quivered around us, clutching us both to her as her words devolved into wild gibberish.
Then she came, her inner walls clamping down on us both, squeezing so tight it bordered on painful. She cried out, her body convulsing as pleasure crashed through her. The sensation pushed me dangerously close to the edge as I fought to hold back, to make this last as long as possible.
“Don’t stop,” she begged. “Please don’t stop. I’m going to—again—”
And she did, coming apart in our arms for a second time, then a third, her body caught in an endless cycle of pleasure as we thrust into her again and again.
She was more beautiful than she’d ever been, her broken cries of ecstasy lovelier than any song.
I held on, ordering Rhett not to come, and watching as he fought back orgasm, thrusting into her as she lost control between us, her body convulsing around ours.
“Too much,” Aimee whimpered after a while, her body trembling as she let out a broken sob.
“Too sensitive now.” I stilled immediately, concern replacing the haze of pleasure.
We disentangled, and I pressed kisses to her face as Rhett murmured soothing words against her neck. “You didn’t get to come?”
“We can wait,” I said.
“We can?” Slut mode Rhett was comically horrified, and a laugh burst from Aimee.
Her lips curved into that wicked smile I’d come to crave, and her eyes darkened with renewed purpose.
“I have an idea,” she announced, her voice raspy but determined.
I recognized that look now—it was the same one she wore when recording her podcast, when she knew exactly what she wanted to say and how she wanted to say it.
Except this time, we were her subject matter.
“What kind of idea?” Rhett asked, his breathing still heavy, his cock glistening with Aimee’s arousal as he stroked it lazily.
Instead of answering, Aimee placed her palm flat against my chest and pushed me backward onto the bed. “On your back, up against the headboard.” The authoritative tone kicked fresh arousal through me. I complied without hesitation, curious and turned on by this assertive side of her.
She turned to Rhett, her hand sliding up his chest to curl around his neck, pulling him down for a brief, biting kiss. “You,” she said when they broke apart, “are going to ride Troy’s cock while I watch. I love watching my boyfriends fuck each other.”
“Fuck,” Rhett breathed, his eyes widening as they flicked to me. “Yes. Please.”
I felt my cock twitch at the suggestion, precome beading at the tip. We’d only done this once before, the night I’d fucked Rhett.
Aimee directed the action with surprising confidence, positioning Rhett above me, her small hands on his broad shoulders guiding him to straddle my hips.
She knelt beside us, reaching for the lube and squirting a generous amount onto her palm.
Then, with deliberate slowness, she wrapped her hand around my cock, stroking me from base to tip, coating me thoroughly.
“Fuck, Aims,” I groaned, my hips bucking up into her touch. “That feels so good.”
Her voice dropped to that low register that never failed to make me hard.
“Just wait.” She moved behind Rhett, her hand disappearing between his legs.
I couldn’t see what she was doing, but Rhett’s sudden intake of breath and the way his head fell back told me everything I needed to know.
She was opening him up, preparing him for me.
“Good boy,” she murmured to him, and I watched as Rhett’s cock jumped at the praise. “You want this, don’t you? Want to be filled up with Troy’s cock while I watch?”
“Yes,” Rhett gasped, his thighs trembling on either side of my hips as Aimee’s fingers worked inside him. “God, yes.”
Her free hand slid around to stroke Rhett’s neglected cock. “Tell him. Tell Troy what you need.”
Rhett’s gaze locked on mine, raw desire blazing in their depths. “Need you inside me.” His voice was rough. “Need to feel you stretching me open, filling me up.”
I reached up, my hand curling around the back of his neck to pull him down for a bruising kiss. “I’ve got you, baby. Going to make you feel so good.”
“My turn to run the show,” she announced, reaching between Rhett’s legs to grasp my cock. She lined me up with his entrance, the head pressing against his slick hole. “Slowly now,” she told him. “Take him inch by inch.”
Rhett began to lower himself onto my cock, the tight ring of muscle resisting at first before giving way to the relentless pressure.
I gasped as the head breached him, the sensation of heat and tightness making my toes curl.
Aimee kept one hand on the base of my shaft, the other on Rhett’s hip, controlling the pace of his descent.
“That’s it.” She watched him take me deeper. “Look at you, taking him so well.”
Rhett moaned at her words, his inner walls clenching around me in response. I could feel every twitch, every pulse of his body as he adjusted to the intrusion. After what felt like an eternity of exquisite torture, he was fully seated, my cock buried to the hilt inside him.
“So full,” he whispered, his head dropping forward as he panted. “Fuck, Troy, you feel so good.”
Aimee shifted, leaning forward to capture Rhett’s mouth in a deep kiss. The movement pressed her ass more firmly against my chest. I massaged her lower back, kneading the muscles there as she dominated Rhett with her mouth.
“Ride him.” She pulled back from the kiss, both of them breathless. “Show me how much you love his cock.”
Rhett began to move, rising up until only the head of my cock remained inside him before sinking back down. The friction was mind-blowing, tight heat gripping me with each movement. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the sight of my shaft disappearing into him, slick with lube and precome.
“Good girl,” I murmured to Aimee, my hands continuing their massage of her back, loving the way she was controlling him. “Taking such good care of us.”
She glanced over her shoulder at me, a sly smile playing at her lips. “You like watching me make him fuck himself on your cock?”
“God, yes,” I admitted, the words torn from somewhere deep inside me as my hands roamed down to her ass, squeezing and massaging. “You’re fucking perfect, both of you.”
Aimee turned her attention back to Rhett, and I could just barely see her small hand reaching out to wrap around his cock, stroking in time with his movements. “Faster.” Her voice left no room for argument. “I want to see you bounce on his cock.”
Rhett obeyed, his pace increasing, thighs flexing as he leaned back a little, braced his hands on the bed, and rode me harder, his ass slapping against my thighs with every move, his slick channel gripping my shaft, making my eyes roll back with pleasure.
Sweat glistened on his chest, on his forehead, his face soft and slack-jawed with need as Aimee continued to stroke him.
She squirmed on top of me, clearly getting turned on by watching us fuck. “You’re close, aren’t you? I can tell. Your cock is throbbing in my hand.”
“Yes,” Rhett admitted through gritted teeth, his movements becoming more erratic. “Fuck, yes, so close.”
Her hand never slowed on his cock. “Tell Troy what you need. Beg for it.”
“Please,” Rhett gasped, his gaze locked on mine, desperation clear in their depths. “Please fuck me harder. Need your cum inside me.”
That was all the encouragement I needed.
I planted my feet on the mattress, gripping Aimee’s hips to steady her as I began to thrust up into Rhett, meeting his downward movements with forceful upward strokes.
The new angle and increased pace had him crying out, his head falling back as I hit his prostate with each thrust.
“Yes,” Aimee hissed, her hand working faster on Rhett’s cock. “That’s it, Troy. Fuck him. Make him come on your cock.”
The combination of her commands and the incredible tightness of Rhett around me was pushing me rapidly toward my own release. I could feel it building at the base of my spine, a coiling pressure that threatened to explode at any moment.
Aimee’s voice was thick with arousal. “He’s going to come. Look at him, Troy. Look at what you’re doing to him.”
Rhett was a vision above me, his muscular body taut with impending release, cock weeping precome over Aimee’s fist. His inner walls fluttered around me, squeezing my length with each upward thrust.
She squeezed his cock under the head. “Come for us. Now, Rhett. Let go.”
With a broken cry, he obeyed, his release spurting over Aimee’s hand and onto my stomach where she straddled me. The sight of his pleasure, combined with the rhythmic tightening of his ass around my shaft, was too much to resist. I felt my own orgasm rushing toward me, unstoppable now.
Aimee climbed off my stomach and leaned down to kiss me fiercely as her small hand reached between my legs, cupping my balls where they drew up tight against my body.
The pressure of her fingers, the sight of Rhett writhing on my cock, the taste of Aimee’s mouth—it all combined into a perfect storm of sensation.
“I’m coming,” I gasped against her lips, my hips jerking upward with uncontrolled force. “Fuck, I’m coming inside him.”
“Yes,” Aimee whispered, her tongue tracing my lower lip as her fingers continued to play with my balls. “Fill him up, Troy. Mark him from the inside.”
My vision went white as pleasure crashed over me, each pulse of my cock shooting hot release deep into Rhett’s still-spasming body. It seemed to go on forever, Aimee’s hands drawing out every last drop, every last shudder of ecstasy.
When it was over, the three of us collapsed in a heap of sweat-slick limbs and ragged breathing.
Rhett lifted himself off my softening cock, whimpering at the loss before settling beside me.
Aimee sprawled across my chest, her small body fitting perfectly against mine as Rhett curled around my other side.
“That was...” Rhett began, then trailed off, unable to find adequate words.
“Yeah,” I agreed, incapable of eloquence as my brain struggled to re-engage after being short-circuited by pleasure.
“I love you,” Aimee said simply, pressing a kiss to my collarbone. “Both of you. So much.”
I tightened my arm around her as I slid my other hand into Rhett’s hair, fingers tangling in the sweat-dampened curls. “We love you too. Always will.”
“We do need a shower, though,” Rhett said, pointing at the sticky mess.
The shower was quick, all knees and elbows as our shower stall was not big enough for three, and we were all laughing by the time we threw on some PJs and tumbled back into bed together, arranging ourselves with Aimee in the middle, my arm thrown over her body and clutching Rhett’s ass.
“We need a place with a bigger shower,” Aimee groaned. “How can I thoroughly clean two boyfriends’ worth of cum off of me in that tiny stall?”
“Mm, maybe we’ll start looking for a place when this lease is up,” I said, rubbing her back.
She turned toward us. “I forgot you guys were subletting. When is Ryker’s lease up, anyway?”
“I don’t know, sometime in spring, I think. We’ll look it up, but not now.”
“Fuck,” Rhett said. “What are we going to tell Ryker?”
Aimee grinned and reached for her phone, typing something into the text message box. The reply came back within seconds, and she laughed.
“What?”
“He says he figured I was crushing on you guys with how much I talked about you both on the podcast. Especially after I interviewed Troy. Apparently I was flirty.”
At the same time, my phone and Rhett’s both chimed, and I groaned and reached for mine, staring down at the message.
“Ah, we got a more threatening message,” I said, smirking at Aimee and showing it to them.
Ryker: You’d better not fucking hurt her. Or leave her. Ever.
Troy: Wouldn’t dream of it. We love her more than anything, and we intend to take care of her.
Troy: After that stalker situation, we know how much she needs us.
Ryker: What stalker situation?
“Shit. Aimee. You didn’t tell your brother?”
Aimee blushed, eyes wide. “I didn’t want him to worry!”
“Oh my god, Aimee. It’s okay for people to worry about you,” Rhett said.
I frowned at her, worried that she hadn’t really changed at all. She eyed us both, then sighed, reached for her phone, and clicked on Ryker’s name.
“What are you doing?” Rhett asked.
“The old Aimee avoided calling him. The new Aimee has to clean up old Aimee’s messes.”
“Now?” I asked.
She smiled. “I don’t want him to worry. And he’ll worry either way, right? Just like you guys. Not because he’s overbearing, but because he loves me. Just like you guys.”
With that she hit the call button, lifted her phone to her ear, and started talking.