Chapter 25
Tori
Tender kisses turn into burning desire. It’s been too long since I’ve been intimate with my men.
I was so afraid that if I let them touch me, the secret would be out.
A ridiculous fear, really. I’m barely showing, my bump is no bigger than my belly is after a big meal, but I worried they would see the changes to my body and know.
Now, with no secrets at all between us, it’s like a weight has been lifted.
Every kiss, every caress, is a declaration of love.
They envelop me, tenderly stroking every inch of my skin with calloused fingertips.
Gentle hands remove my clothes, unwrapping me with reverence.
I lie back against the soft pillows, Cyrus’s softer lips kissing me while Hunter trails kisses down my body to my abdomen, and Flint makes small circles with his fingers on my thighs.
Their touch is agonizingly delicate, completely different from the normal rough, passionate hunger that takes over; they’re touching me like I’m made of finely spun silk, fearful that if they’re too heavy-handed, I’ll snap.
It’s not unwelcome, this new sensation. The downy hairs on my skin stand to attention, little goose bumps rising, my nipples hardening as Hunter’s tongue lightly dances over them.
Flint’s fingers finally touch me where I’ve been aching for them to, and he strokes the length of my slit, finger coming away slick with my arousal.
He looks in my eyes as he tastes me, slowly licking like a melting ice cream.
He moans, a rumble deep in his chest, making me feel like I’m an even more delicious treat.
Their touch is sweet torture, I moan as Hunter and Cyrus alternate between kissing me, each with a hand on my breasts.
Hunter’s touch is firm, applying just enough force to the tightrope on that delicate thread between pleasure and pain.
Cyrus is gentle, another kind of bliss, his touch feather light, sending sparks through my nervous system.
Flint is in no hurry, taking his time to taste me, teasing my clit in long, slow strokes. He delves a finger inside me, and I gasp, amazed at how tight I feel after a week of no sex. Already I can feel the orgasm building inside me, eager to escape after so long being denied.
“Fuck, Flint, I’m close,” I moan, delirious with pleasure as Hunter and Cyrus’s hands explore every inch of my skin.
“Cum for us,” Hunter growls, nipping my ear.
His words undo me, and I can’t hold back any longer.
I tumble over the edge, hips bucking as I bury my hands in Flint’s hair, holding him closer as I cum hard on his face.
“Please, I want you. I need you. All of you,” I insist, knowing that my men might try to stop now, fearful of harming the babies.
Seeing their identical looks of hesitation, I insist, “The babies will be fine, I promise.”
“Come here,” Hunter says, sitting back propped up against the bedframe.
I move to straddle him, positioning myself above him. I guide his tip to my entrance and slowly sit on his hard cock. It feels so tight, despite how wet I am, and I have to move slowly, taking him inch by inch. Hunter doesn’t move, allowing me complete control for a change.
Flint comes behind me, kissing my neck and caressing my breasts, cupping them from behind. Cyrus leans back, stroking his erection while he watches us. I grind on Hunter’s cock, moaning as Flint strokes my clit.
“Does that feel good?” he purrs, his breath tickling my ear.
“Yes,” I pant, closing my eyes and biting my lip.
Flint effortlessly lifts me off of Hunter’s cock and thrusts into me from behind, the new sensation and surprise of it feels incredible, and I cry out his name.
He thrusts hard and fast for a moment, the change of pace welcome.
Hunter’s eyes darken with desire as we fuck on top of him.
After a moment, Flint pulls out, and Hunter guides me back onto his cock.
They continue in this way, fucking me in turn until I feel like I’m going to explode.
“Fuck, I’m close, baby,” Flint growls as he fucks me.
“Me too,” I moan.
No sooner have we climaxed together than Hunter thrusts back inside me, and Cyrus takes Flint’s place.
We move positions, so I’m lying down on my side with Hunter behind and Cyrus in front.
Cyrus kisses me, teasing my clit like a pianist writing a masterpiece as Hunter thrusts in and out from behind in long, languid strokes.
I’m so wrapped up in them that I barely notice Flint slip away.
A few moments later, the sound of running water and the smell of roses tell me he’s drawing a bath.
Hunter grips my waist, pulling me deeper onto his cock.
His hands trail to hold my stomach, gently but firmly.
“Fuck, princess, I can’t wait to fuck you when your belly is full and rounded like a watermelon,” he teases.
But underneath his joviality, I can tell he means it, that the thought of my pregnant body isn’t a turn off to him, quite the opposite.
“Me too, though we won’t be able to do it in this position,” I giggle, thinking how a big belly is going to hinder the positions we can do.
“Better enjoy it while we can, then,” Cyrus says with a wicked grin, pulling me onto his cock and kissing me.
My words of agreement are stolen from me as the guys find their rhythm, seamlessly passing me between them, the differing sensations of their cocks bringing me closer and closer to the brink of yet another orgasm.
The orgasm tears through me as Hunter fucks me fast, cumming too.
Cyrus pushes back inside of me while I’m still cumming, tears welling in my eyes, an automatic response to so much pleasure, like I’ve sprung a leak.
He kisses them away as I reach the pinnacle of my orgasm, and he finds his, too.
“I love you,” Cyrus tells me, looking into my eyes as his cock slowly grows a little more flaccid inside of me, and he pulls out.
“I love you too. All of you,” I add, turning my head so Hunter can kiss me too. “Speaking of which, where’d Flint go?”
He ambles back into the room, devastatingly handsome and unselfconscious, his cock swinging proudly. “Thought you might want a bath,” he says with a thoughtful smile.
Now that he’s suggested it, I want nothing more. “Oh god, how gross that must have been, fucking while I’m all gross, I’m a sickly, sweaty, bedridden mess!” I groan, feeling a tinge of mortification.
Cyrus chuckles. “Not at all,” he assures me, kissing me on the forehead.
I smile back at him, appreciating his kindness. “You are too sweet.” I allow them to lead me to the bathroom and gently help me climb into the tub.
Cyrus sponges my back and insists on washing my hair, a strangely romantic and tender gesture, even for him. “I could get used to this,” I say with a sigh, sinking back into the bubbles.
“Good, because we’re gonna spoil the mother of our babies rotten,” Flint says, looking at me with so much love it aches.
I smile wryly at them. “You’re going to be insufferably protective, aren’t you?”
“You betcha,” Hunter grins.
I’m sure I’ll find it irritating at some point, but right now, being protected and pampered sounds divine. “How did I get so lucky to find not just one love of my life but three?” I muse aloud.
“We’re the lucky ones,” Cyrus assures me.
I tilt my head, raising my eyebrows. “You might not be saying that when there are three screaming babies and three lots of dirty diapers to change.”
Flint chuckles. “We’re not afraid of dirty diapers or screaming. Plus, with four of us sharing the load, it will be a walk in the park.”
I frown, worried they’re underestimating how difficult triplets will be. Perhaps Cyrus senses this as he assures me, his expression serious. “And even when it’s not, we have each other for support. We can get through this as a team.”
“I know,” I reply, squeezing his hand. “These babies are going to have the best dads ever.”
“And the best mom,” the guys echo.
They’re so confident that all of my fears and doubts evaporate, if only for now, and I allow myself to enjoy the simple pleasure of a warm bath and a wholesome night in with the men I love.
If the guys can forgive me for my betrayal so easily and embrace the challenges of parenthood with not one but three babies, then I know that whatever comes our way, we can get through it together.