Chapter 42
TAKING TURNS
Aubrey
My arms are spread wide above my head, tied to the headboard with silk restraints from the toy shop. I’m wearing only my corset and the stockings and the shoes.
Because…orders.
Dev is shirtless, jeans on, kneeling between my legs, lazily stroking my wet pussy with one hand while pressing a lubed toy against my ass with his other.
I’m a hot, wild, wet mess already. Well, I do enjoy booty action.
Discovered that on my own, thank you very much.
I’ve got a collection of toys at home. Being a curious cat, I picked up some plugs online from Just For Her several months ago and experimented with them.
Frequently. I’ve never used them with a partner though.
Aiden was pretty vanilla, and since my fantasies strayed to the more adventurous shores, self-care became a regular item on my nightly to-do list. Maybe that’s another reason I never pushed Aiden to move in with me.
I suppose in hindsight I enjoyed my solo time more, exploring my own pleasure.
Now, Dev’s in charge of my pleasure.
Ledger’s back from the bathroom, kneeling next to me on the bed, lazily stroking the outline of his erection through his jeans too.
It’s an erotic overload. I want this so badly. Want to watch them jerk off to me. Play with me. Explore me.
I want it all, everywhere, all at once.
I’m vibrating everywhere too, then I’m moaning as Dev presses the lubed toy against my ass. But before he pushes it in, he dips his face to my center and sucks on my clit. Hard, eager, a little ruthlessly. But full of passion.
“God!” I shout.
A few mind-bending seconds later, he lets go, rises again, and slides the toy into my ass. An inch, maybe less. I tense.
“Breathe, baby,” he urges.
Ledger strokes my hair. “You’ve got this.”
Deep breath, then I let air spread through my body as I take more. Another inch. But this time, I welcome it, even as it’s stretching me.
“Good?” Dev asks with genuine concern but obvious excitement too. His green eyes flicker with desire and restraint. That’s my Dev.
“So good,” I say as he eases out the toy, then glides it back in while fingering my clit.
I moan, throw my head back. I don’t even know what to feel. I feel so much. All this pressure and pleasure and a fevered ache between my thighs.
“I want your cock,” I murmur, begging.
“Take his for now,” Dev says carelessly. I turn my face to Ledger on the bed next to me.
I’m greedy, so damn greedy as I demand, “Gimme.”
Ledger unzips his jeans, frees his dick, and offers it to me, squeezing out a drop of arousal.
My mouth waters. I stick out my tongue. Ledger rewards me, giving me the head of his dick while Dev plays with my pussy and my ass. It’s so much, all these sensations. And I still want more.
I swirl my tongue around the salty drop right as Dev slides the toy deeper, then strokes me faster.
My belly tightens and I can barely hold on. I don’t want to hold on. I let go of Ledger’s dick, begging Ledger, begging Dev. “Fuck me. Please just fuck me.”
“Give our good girl a break,” Ledger says, going to bat for my sex drive. “I’ll fuck her if you won’t.”
Images flash before my eyes. Dev fucking me. Ledger fucking me. Dev, Ledger. One, the other. Why choose, really?
“Take turns with me. Please take turns fucking me,” I beg, and I’m not afraid to ask for anything in bed with them anymore.
I want it all.
Dev eases out the toy, sets it on a hand towel on the bed. Seconds later, he’s naked, covering his cock as Ledger sheds his jeans too.
Two gorgeous naked men, ready to give me anything I ask for in bed. Is this my honeymoon?
Yes, yes, it is.
Dev grabs my hips, hauls me close to his cock. Then, with my hands bound, Dev slides into me, filling me beautifully as Ledger grabs the lube and pours some on his dick.
Ledger kneels near me but not too close. He gives me room to watch Dev or to watch him.
But I can’t choose where to look—at the man pounding into me or the one getting off to the sight of it.
I’m snapping my gaze back and forth, back and forth, helpless to the fucking, surrendering to their control. Dev’s braced above me on one hand, hooking my leg over his shoulder with the other, then taking me mercilessly. Ledger’s watching me, jerking his cock with hard, determined strokes.
“You want him to fuck you too, don’t you, sweet thing?” Dev grunts out as he drives into me.
“Yesss,” I moan as warmth floods my body.
He eases out almost all the way, leaving me empty, leaving me wanting. “Say it. Say how much you want us fucking you,” he demands, leaving me dick-free for the moment.
“So badly,” I cry out.
He slams his cock into me, and I scream in pleasure.
But he eases out again, giving me just the tip. “Then you need to do one thing,” Dev demands.
“What? I’ll do anything,” I babble.
Dev bends over me, brings his face to my lips, and bestows a hot, passionate kiss, answering at last with, “Come really fucking soon.”
He pulls up to his knees, grabbing my hips tight once more, yanking me down on his cock. Dev drops one hand between my thighs, and he strokes my aching, eager clit.
Pleasure spins in me, higher and higher, faster and faster. I’m panting, moaning, then begging to come.
Shouting, babbling, please, please, please.
I’m not begging them.
I’m begging my body because I’m so damn close. I take one look at Ledger, and he’s working his fist mercilessly on his cock, grunting and groaning.
I detonate without warning.
An orgasm bursts inside me like stars lighting up in the sky. One after another after another.
It feels endless.
My vision is blurry; my world is silver and neon. I’m screaming in bliss, then for a flash of a second, I’m empty. And boom.
I’m full.
I blink, look into Ledger’s eyes. He’s above me now, rocking into me, swiveling his hips just so. “You did such a good job, honey. You fucking deserve all the orgasms. Untie her now,” he instructs Dev.
I’d have thought Ledger would rail me too.
Instead, he’s taking his time with long, tantalizing strokes, letting me come down from the prior climax while Dev works on untying me.
First, the right wrist.
Dev kisses it, soothing away the sting. I reach for Ledger’s face, cupping his cheek as Dev moves around the bed, coming to the other side as Ledger delivers a long, dizzying stroke.
“Oh god,” I pant.
“So fucking pretty,” Ledger praises.
Dev unties my left wrist, then kisses that.
When he’s freed me, I throw my arms around Ledger, who fucks me slow and deep till I’m boneless, till I’ve melted into the bed, till I don’t know whose name I call out as pleasure crests in me once more then breaks in a long, lingering orgasm that I feel in my soul.
Seconds later, he’s coming too, grunting, groaning, burying his face in my neck.
All while Dev watches us from a chair I didn’t even know was in the corner of the room, stroking his cock, looking in my eyes like I’m the sexiest thing he’s ever seen.
As I come down from my release, he spills in his hand, shuddering.
It’s the most surreal sexual experience of my life—the things that get them off, the ways they get me off, and how the three of us come together.
* * *
After we’re all cleaned up and showered, Dev’s the first to conk out.
Well, sex twice in a day, plus travel, will do that to you. I can barely even crack open my Kindle. But before my eyes flutter closed, Ledger whispers, “Need to talk to you.”
With nerves prickling me, I get out of bed, wearing only my T-shirt, and follow him to the living room. He’s in boxer briefs. He shuts the door to the suite behind him.
“Been wanting to grab a minute with you ever since the restaurant,” he says when we reach the couch.
“What is it?”
“Oh, shit. Didn’t mean to worry you,” he says, then reaches for my hand.
I sit next to him, somewhat mollified but still curious.
“There’s something I want to do for Dev tomorrow. But it’s going to take a lot of planning, so I want to see if you’re interested.”
He’s speaking my language now. “Tell me.”
He shares his idea and I nearly bounce. But then I say, “But I can’t afford that.”
Ledger sighs, then tucks his finger under my chin. “Aubrey, you need to stop worrying about money. I don’t expect you to pay for this. I don’t want you to pay for it. I just want to do it with you. Do you get that?”
Finally, I think I do.
The imbalance has been all in my head. It comes from my worries about being good enough.
Being happy enough.
Being entertaining enough.
The fear stems from the same place—am I interesting enough to keep a family together?
Only, I don’t have to do that with these guys.
I flash back over the last five days, picturing the grape stomping, the ghost town, the plant shop, the grilled cheese, the dinners, the hot tub, the hikes, even the amusement park, and all the conversations.
All the moments that we’ve spent together.
I am giving so much to them. I’m giving time. I’m giving myself. I’m giving enough.
I can see it in their eyes. I can hear it in their voices. I can feel it in my own heart.
“I understand.” Then, with new confidence, I say, “Let’s do it.”