Epilogue Two #2
The other guys respectfully gave Haze space to join us on the huge mattress without touching him unnecessarily, and he settled with his back against the padded headboard.
He’d been working hard over the past two years, and most days he could handle casual touches with no flinching at all, but all the guys were careful not to overstimulate him anyway.
“How do you want me?” I asked in a breathy whisper, feeling every part the seductress I was aiming to portray.
His grin curved his lips and he patted his thighs. “You already know, Evie Marie. Give me that ass.”
Chuckling under my breath, I swung my shaking leg over his lap and presented my rear in just the position I knew he loved.
Haze responded with a low groan of appreciation, gripping my hips as he lowered me down onto his massive dick.
No lube needed, thanks to Connor’s efforts, but it was still a breathtakingly tight fit—as it always was with Haze, no matter how much we practiced.
“Oh my God…” I moaned as my body stretched to take him deeper, his strong hands forcing me down where I might have hesitated on my own. “Haze…”
“That’s it, baby. Fuck, you take it so well,” he groaned, his breathing already harsh as I finally sat fully on him. “Lean back against me, Evie Marie. Let Ethan have your cunt.”
Oh…shit, yes. I eagerly did as I was told, recognizing this position from one of the adult videos Haze and I had watched recently. Like I said, we had done a lot of research.
“Are you sure?” Ethan asked, even as he shuffled closer to us on the bed. He wasn’t asking me but instead checking on Haze. To date, he’d never actually managed to share me in quite such an intimate close-contact situation…but I knew he wanted to. Desperately wanted to.
Haze’s fingers flexed against my hips, his breath hitching as I rocked against him. “I’m sure. I trust you, Eth.”
Fuck, they always killed me when they admitted their feelings.
For me was one thing, but for each other?
Ugh, it was my weakness. I was so ready for Ethan to join us that I nearly came the moment he pushed himself between my slick folds.
Could Haze feel him inside me too? I’d bet he could, and that in itself got me so worked up I was almost writhing between the two of them.
It was so much…after already taking Connor and Brodie. Now these two? I was going to pass out or—
“Evie babe, you reckon you could fit another?” Brodie asked with a smirk, drawing my fuzzy attention. He had the refractory period of a damn teenager; he was already hard again, stroking his cock with his hand as he prowled closer.
I wet my lips, trying to catch my breath as Ethan and Haze fucked me simultaneously. “Wh-where?” Because, shit…I was game to try, but not game to risk anyone’s life if Haze actually crossed swords inside my ass.
Brodie gave a deliciously dark laugh and sucked his finger before reaching down between Ethan’s thighs and slipping that finger into my already full cunt. And yet, somehow…he squeezed it in there alongside Ethan’s cock.
“Bro…” Ethan groaned, but it was unclear if that was a protest or a plea.
“I wasn’t asking you, Eth. I was asking our wife.” Brodie met my heavy gaze with a mischievous smirk then and—I had to guess—added another finger to the mix. “So, wife? Want to try? If you’re good, maybe Andrew or Connor will fuck your mouth again too.”
I swallowed hard, nervous, but so strung out on pleasure and orgasms that I’d have probably said yes to anything, which was how I ended up nodding my consent. Frantically.
Brodie’s eyebrows hitched and his eyes widened with surprise. “Really? Shit yeah. Buckle up, brother-husband, we’re about to get real cozy in here.”
Except he spoke a little too soon, because after a couple of minutes of fumbling around with leg positions and body angles, Brodie admitted defeat.
“Let’s put a pin in this idea until we can do more research,” Haze suggested in a breathless voice, rocking his hips up to thrust into me more aggressively than the shallow movements he’d been keeping to.
“Agreed,” Ethan chuckled. “You were closer to fucking me than actually getting it inside our wife, Brodes.”
Brodie pouted, nodding. “True. I guess I can just…finish myself off while you get Evie off…” His puppy eyes begged for more, though, so I extended a hand.
“Come here, I’ll help,” I offered. “That goes for you two as well…” I tossed a flirty smile Andrew and Connor’s way, noticing they too were up and ready to go once more.
Somehow, now that Brodie wasn’t attempting to doggy-style Ethan, we made it work.
All five guys at once, and it was safe to say that when I came, it was with more intensity than I’d ever known in my entire damn life.
So much so that I blacked out a little, only coming to when one of my husbands blew his load in my mouth and made me choke. Ah yes. Andrew again.
Fucking hell, that would have made me so mad a few years ago, but now all I felt was love. Sappy as hell but also true…we really were living our happily-ever-after.
THE END