Chapter Twenty-Nine #3
I scoot over, laying back, urging her on top of me.
She straddles my lap and quickly sinks down onto my cock.
I hold her ass in place above me so I can thrust up into her, knowing she’s probably worn out from all the pounding she just gave Marcus.
Then, when Marcus has a chance to catch his breath, he takes over holding her up for me so I can put more focus squarely on bringing her back to the cusp of that crashing wave of orgasm again.
I cup her breasts, now that my hands are free, and she leans into my hold on them.
I knead her beautifully bouncing tits as she cries out her pleasure while my cock sinks in and out of her tight heat.
She tugs her pillowy bottom lip between her teeth and locks eyes with me, a smile tipping the corners of her mouth upwards
She couldn’t be more gorgeous than she is right now, fearless in her request for me to make her come, reverence in her expression as she gazes down at me. I hope she knows that I love her with every ounce of my being. She’s had to overcome so much to get to this point.
Lauren’s eyes flutter shut and her head tips back.
Her inner walls clench around me and her body goes taut.
Marcus holds her steadily as she gives in to her orgasm, her tight channel flutters on my length, and, at the same time, I feel my own release building.
The edges of my vision prickles while white, hot heat suffuses my body.
My balls tighten, and I come and come and fucking come inside of her.
For many long minutes after, none of us can move.
We’re all tangled on the bed in a heap, catching our breaths.
It’s here and now that I realize that life feels pretty damn perfect—so damn perfect, actually—and that feeling isn’t overshadowed with worry about whether or not the other shoe is about to drop.
If it ever does, because life is never without its hiccups, I’m confident that my partners and I can navigate it all together.
I can’t believe how perfectly our lives all came together.
Can you imagine if our stars didn’t align the way they did?
I mean, really, if I think too hard about it, it has to be fate, right?
Brody being born deaf and both Lauren and Marcus picking up sign language to better his chances at a more accessible life.
Same goes for me, when I met Aaron and adopted Cam.
If none of that had happened, I’d be living an extremely sheltered life, held back by my inability to easily communicate with anyone other than those closest to me.
Sure, the accident was momentous and, well, a very shitty thing to live through, but after that skiing trip Lauren took us on for Christmas, I was able to fully come to grips with the fact that what happened was not my fault.
It was truly just a freak natural occurrence, just like everyone had been telling me all along.
I was just too caught up in my own grief to really hear them.
“Whatcha thinkin’ about?” Lauren finally asks me, startling me out of my reflections.
“Fate,” I tell her simply.
She grins like she gets it, and I know she does, though she still has her doubts about its existence.
Without it, though, she would likely have never been my interpreter, and I would have never gotten the opportunity to dress up like Richard Simmons for anyone… much less Marcus’ wife, of all people.
I peer over her to spy the spot behind her empty. “Where did Marcus go?”
“Shower,” she hums. “Don’t even try to join him either. He says it’s barely big enough for just his body.”
“I can’t even drop the soap in here, or else I’ll be in trouble. There’s no way this shower dial belongs up my ass,” he calls out from the bathroom.
I smirk. “Well, he’s huge,” I tell Lauren. “There’s still hope for the both of us.”
“What, the thought of the shower dial in your ass sounds tempting?” she teases.
“That’s going to be a no from me,” I sign. “I prefer nothing in my ass, save for maybe a tongue...”
“Really? You’re that much of a dedicated top?”
I nod.
She scoffs and shakes her head in disbelief. “I suppose fate really is a thing. You and Marco are, like, perfect for each other.”
I narrow my eyes at her. “And you’re perfect for us too. There’s not just me and him in this; it’s all three of us.” I then give her my made up sign for our throuple. The “I love you” sign, scrunching all three fingers that are up.
“Ah, yes,” she drawls, giving me a knowing nod. “The three of us. The throuple making waves around Ternbay.”
I chuckle. “You and your nautical analogies…”
She scoffs. “Shut up.”
I tap my scar. “Aaron’s ski pole already put in the work.”
She rolls her eyes, walking her fingers up my chest. “Can I ask you for a favor?”
I nod. “Anything. What do you need?”
“Can you go get me something to clean off with? I’m too tired to move.”
“Absolutely,” I tell her, and just as I roll off the bed, I hear Marcus gasp from in the shower stall.
“Did Miss I-Don’t-Need-No-Man just ask you to take care of her?” he asks me, his tone playfully mocking her.
“Real funny, Marco!” she calls out.
“Love you, Polo!” he sing-songs back, then he shuts off the water and opens the shower door.
“Love you too, C,” he adds more seriously as he pecks my cheek while grabbing for a towel. “Here, let me grab her a washcloth so you can hop in the shower.”
“Thanks.”
He winks at me. “Teamwork makes the dream work.”