42. Marcie
42
MARCIE
T his has to be a dream.
Right?
“Ouch!” I cried as I pinched myself.
“Did she just pinch herself?” Hayden asked.
Declan moved to sit next to Hayden, then wedged me between them. They each kissed the red mark I’d left on my forearm from pinching the skin so hard. Looking at it, I’d be lucky if I didn’t bruise.
Declan gave me a squeeze as he asked, “Sweetness, why did you pinch yourself?
“Because this can’t be happening.”
It was so unreal. I’d had this dream for so long. Since the first time I ever set foot in the BDSM club here that hosted a Daddy/little night.
“Why do you say that, pequena?”
My chest expanded twice before I forced myself to answer Hayden’s question.
“Because it’s what I always wanted. Having two Daddies was always the dream, and now you guys are saying ‘Here you go, it’s yours when you want to take it.’ It just doesn’t seem possible. I feel as if I’m gonna wake up on the tour bus and realize it was only a dream.”
“It’s been our dream, too, you know? Declan mentioned it years ago, and we tossed around ideas and fantasies whenever our relationship got difficult because…”
“Because he’s a bossy motherfucker and I’m a switch who has a very dominant streak…”
“Some of the time.”
Declan’s chest rumbled with amusement as he said, “What can I say, the big brute makes me wanna bend over and submit more than I wanna force him to his knees at my feet so he can worship my cock.”
“Oh!”
“I think she liked that image,” Hayden said, his dick jumping against his leg.
“I think you did too, Papi,” Declan said, leaning over to take Hayden into his mouth, sucking him deep and hard.
“Oh, wow! A show,” I giggled.
Hayden kissed me, but I pulled away.
“No, Papi, I wanna watch.”
“Give our girl a show, vato.”
Hayden threaded his fingers of one hand through Declan’s hair, holding him in place until Declan gagged, then pulled Declan’s head up from his lap. He forced his face back down, taking hold of Declan’s face with both hands, and moved his head up and down.
Slurpy wet sounds assaulted my ears, and while I was beyond satisfied, my lady bits well and thoroughly used up for a little while, the sight and sounds of Hayden using Declan to get off… I could watch that all day.
Declan had to know a special trick because it didn’t take long until Hayden held his face down, Declan’s nose buried in the short hairs at the base of Hayden’s cock. Hayden pumped his hips up into Declan’s mouth, groaning, his body stiff. He collapsed back against the headboard again, his body limp and flushed. Declan climbed into Hayden’s lap, feeding Papi his cum.
“Oooh! Daddy, I wanna taste! Please!” I cried, climbing to my knees and throwing my arms around his neck.
Declan took my mouth forcefully, the possessive nature of the men in the bed next to me called to me. Hayden’s hand roamed my back and butt.
Thwack!
I grunted under the force of the smack he landed on my backside. Arousal flooded my system, and the taste of Hayden on Declan’s tongue made things tingle that didn’t need to be tingling. Not yet. They needed a break. Declan’s thickness was a lot to take.
Another smack landed, on top of the first one, then a third on the opposite cheek. I lost count. Between the pulsing nipples that Declan toyed with until they throbbed, and the burn of Hayden’s hand prints on my bottom, everything in me that shouldn’t be getting excited vibrated with need, and want, and all sorts of achy goodness.
“If you need a break, baby girl, pinch one of us. Hard.”
“Like this?” I asked, pinching Declan’s thigh.
“No. Harder.”
I tried again. “Perfect, now open wide, Daddy needs to fuck your throat while Papi paddles that gorgeous ass.”
He pushed his dick into my mouth, “That’s right, get Daddy nice and wet,” pulling out and doing it again and again. Each thrust went deeper and deeper until I gagged on him the way he had Hayden. He held me there, pulsing his hips into my mouth. Tears rained down my face while Hayden’s hands continued to fall on my backside, the heat spread up my back and down my thighs.
And I loved every minute of it.
Especially when they talked about me like I wasn’t there. The dirty things they said… they made my insides quiver and clench. My clit ached, throbbed and pulsed until all the furor they’d spun into a frenzy in my body burst into a million pieces. The scream that ripped through my throat vibrated around Declan’s dick and he flooded my mouth with cum.
“Fuck!”
We collapsed onto the bed a huffing and puffing, breathless, sweat and cum covered mess. As I calmed, the feel of Hayden placing open-mouth kisses on my tender flesh filtered through the satisfied fog of exhaustion.
He rolled me onto my back, placing tender kisses on my lips and eyes.
“Let’s get you cleaned up.”
“I can’t move, Papi. I’m done for.”
“Nobody said you had to move, sweetness. Papi and I’ll take care of you.”
Declan pressed a kiss at the corner of his mouth, his tongue licking at mine and Hayden’s mouth.
“Yeah, I’m gonna need her mouth to taste like that all the time,” he said before heaving himself up out of the bed.
“We’ll take turns painting her body with cum—inside and out,” Hayden replied to him, picking me up as he stood.
He carried me into the bathroom. The shower wasn’t like any I’d ever had. It wasn’t the least bit sexual, but it was loving. They worshipped me. Showered me with care and tender caresses as they cleaned me from head to toe and back again. It would take me a week to detangle my hair after they washed it, but it was a small price to pay.
When we finished, Declan carried me back to the bedroom, where Hayden was changing the bedclothes. When he had it smoothed to his exacting standards, he took me from Declan and nestled me into the middle of the bed, and they climbed in on either side of me.
“What now?” I asked.
“Cuddles. And naps, and talking. That’s it,” Hayden said.
“That sounds stupendously spectacular,” I said, burrowing down into their arms and the blankets.
Lazy kisses and talking about all our favorite and least favorite things, but the more complicated questions plagued me the longer we discussed the inconsequential details. It was great knowing Hayden almost always wore black, which I figured out by myself considering that in the short time I’d known him all I’d seen him in was black tactical pants and black t-shirts, mostly long-sleeved and that Declan was a rancher’s kid who gravitated toward denim shirts, jeans, and cowboy boots but not the flashy kind.
“Pequena, what’s wrong?” Hayden asked, pulling my lip free from the prison my teeth had it in.
“But…” I started, my mind going back to the conversation we’d been having before Declan got us all riled up again.
“But what, sweet girl? What are you worried about?”
“Everything.”
“Explain, colibrí.”
My mind spiraled with all the questions filling my head, and they just tumbled out of my mouth.
“Where will we live? What happens if there are kids? Do you want kids? If so, who would be the father? We’re not married. We can’t be. Whose last name would they have? Or would we all have different names? What will happen when I’m on tour with Katie? What’s she gonna say? Will your families understand? Will your friends? Will we…”
“Marcie, stop. Take a breath.”
Until he said something, I didn’t realize I hadn’t taken a single breath. Declan pulled me into his lap, facing Hayden, whose hand gripped the tip of my chin, forcing my eyes to meet his.
“Pequena, there’s gonna be issues and obstacles and shit that we’ve gotta figure out as we go, but that’s the same with any relationship. As long as we’re honest with ourselves and each other, we’ll figure out how our relationship works individually one-on-one as well as a triad because there are four relationships here that we have to nurture.”
My mind whirled as I thought about what he said.
Wow!
How in the world would we keep four relationships healthy, happy, and alive?
Declan kissed my forehead, and when he spoke, I realized I had asked my question out loud.
“With a lot of work, sweet girl. But the main thing to remember is this… poly relationships have the same issues that two-person relationships do. There are just more people, more feelings, and more logistics that we have to handle. But I think what we could build is more than worth it, don’t you?”
My head bobbed, but the one worry that haunted me the most lived and breathed like a huge, fiery dragon in the back of my mind. I bit my lip, staring down at my hands as I murmured, “I just don’t want anyone to feel like I invaded or encroached on your relationship. Especially the two of you.”
“Baby girl, you can’t encroach on something that you are an essential part of. As much as Hayden and I love one another, we are like oil and water.”
“Or two completely incapable types of water, oil, or whatever. Too alike sometimes to mesh our lives together into a workable, long-term relationship.”
“The short of it is, our relationship doesn’t work without you.”
“And I refuse to choose between you,” Hayden said. “I care for you both. Together, the two of you complete me. We are three.”
“I like that,” I whispered.
“So do I, sweet girl. So do I.”
Hayden wasn’t finished. “And if someone makes you feel bad for being with us or says something idiotic like you’re trespassing on mine and Declan’s relationship, then you let me know. I will set them straight. Because, first of all, it’s no one’s business what happens between the three of us, and second, that’s what Daddy and Papi are for. We’re here to slay your dragons. No matter what they are.”
“Unless you wanna slay them yourself, and then Papi and I will stand behind you, to ensure you have whatever you need to take care of business. Because no matter what, at the end of the day, we have your back.”
“Always,” Hayden finished.