Chapter 22
Chapter Twenty-Two
Once Ford pulled out, they didn’t let Erin move since they wanted their cum to remain inside her, but they did clean her up everywhere else. Afterward, he and Ford took turns in the bathroom. While in there, Dylan made sure all the candles were extinguished, and he pulled the drain stopper on the tub.
When he went back to the bedroom, both men massaged Erin’s muscles, peppered her with light kisses, and Ford lazily combed his fingers through her hair after undoing the braid that had held it in place. Dylan had a feeling that this was part of Erin’s normal aftercare.
The green-eyed monster tried to creep in, but he shoved it away. Jealousy didn’t belong in any polyamorous relationship. It might not always be easy to overcome, but that would be necessary for the relationship to be successful.
While Ford tended to Erin, she sighed softly. “I don’t want tonight to ever end.”
“Then don’t let it,” easily slipped from Dylan’s lips, surprising even himself.
She lifted her head, dislodging Ford’s hands. “What do you mean?”
Dylan pulled in a breath and figured he might as well have them… “Stay.” Before Erin could respond, Dylan added, “Both of you.”
Ford’s eyebrows shot up. “What about Dani and Dayne?”
“They’re not invited.”
Erin hid her face in his chest to smother her laugh. Of course, her body shaking gave it away, pulling a grin from him.
Ford didn’t laugh or smile at Dylan’s response. Instead, his eyebrows dropped low and pinched together. “You don’t care if they spot us leaving tomorrow?”
Of course he cared, but he had to face the fact they wouldn’t be able to keep this particular secret under wraps for long.
He rubbed a strand of Erin’s hair between his thumb and forefinger. “They’re eventually going to figure it out, anyway.”
Erin asked, “They will?”
“Yes, since I can’t imagine either you or Ford have a bed big enough for the three of us. Ford, are you worried about being seen leaving my place because you’re an employee?”
“I assume if you’re giving this threesome the green light, then they can’t say much about it, whether I’m an employee or not.”
That wasn’t quite true when it came to his outspoken siblings. They could give a lot of unwelcomed opinions. But he wasn’t the only owner of the resort. He shared that responsibility with his womb mate.
Ford’s answer also reminded Dylan to bring up the traffic light system. Using it during their play would simplify the safe word issue. If Ford and Erin agreed to switch over, none of them would have to remember different safe words.
Especially in the heat of things.
Erin’s question cut into his thoughts. “What do you mean we don’t have big enough beds?”
“It’s his way of saying he wants to do this again,” Ford answered for Dylan. “And only his custom bed is big enough for the three of us. Plus,”—he glanced up—“That mirror sure is the shit.”
Dylan agreed. It had been worth installing. “Not only do it again, but often. For that reason alone, it’ll be hard to keep it a secret from my siblings. I mean, as long as you two want to continue.”
“Let me think about it,” she teased, nudging him.
Ford fought a grin. “I’ll give it some serious thought.”
“Funny.” They could tease all they want, but Dylan had to admit, at least to himself, that he was relieved they wanted to continue. He needed to keep his jealousy in check, though. Especially after seeing Erin and Ford so comfortable with each other, whether wearing clothes or naked.
With a hand cupping her head, Dylan curled into Erin and his eyes drifted shut. But Ford’s next question had them flashing open again. “Do you have a plug?”
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Of course he did, but when Dylan stocked them in his toy cabinet, he never expected them to be used on him. He reluctantly breathed out a, “Yes.”
When Ford tucked a bent arm under his head, his lightly furred pecs flexed.
Dylan pulled his eyes from that cock-hardening display when Ford gruffly ordered, “Get that and your lube.”
“I see where this is going,” he grumbled.
Ford’s eyebrows rose at the same time his eyes narrowed. His firm expression also indicated that he was slipping into his Dom role. “Did you expect any different?”
His tone screamed don’t even think about talking back. “No.” Should he add “Sir” onto that? He wasn’t sure he’d be comfortable with calling his employee that, even after hours.
Ford also hadn’t demanded that yet. Maybe he wouldn’t because when the tables were flipped, he might not want to use that same honorific for Dylan.
“Then be a good boy and get your plug. If you have more than one size, it’ll be your choice, but be smart about it. Lube it up generously, as well as yourself. Once that’s done, bend over and let us watch you put it in.”
Dylan lost his breath, and a spark ignited in his gut. He had never, ever let anyone watch him put in a plug. Now Ford wanted him to do it in front of Erin?
Ford was right, though. Choosing the right plug would make what would happen later a bit easier.
He rolled off the bed, went to his toy cabinet and opened the double doors.
Erin whispered a, “Wow,” behind him.
Ford murmured, “That’s quite an extensive collection.”
Inside the floor-to-ceiling built-in cabinet were loads of shelves, some of them full of themed storage containers. In addition, there were hooks to hang accessories, like rope, chains and floggers. It was also well stocked with a variety of oils, lubes and other bondage items. He tried to think of everything so he’d be ready for any situation.
When he’d sat down to make a list, he thought he’d be having sex with a variety of guests. Boy was he wrong! He never expected to end up in a poly relationship—if this was where it was headed—with his high school sweetheart and his facilities manager.
He dug around the small container holding anal plugs and found one neither too small nor too big. He chose one large enough to help stretch him without a lot of discomfort.
However, it still wouldn’t be enough to make penetration easy. Ford would have to go slow, and he wouldn’t blame the man if he didn’t. Not after what Dylan did to him up in Heaven’s impact playroom.
After also snagging a container of his favorite lube, he returned to the bed, already sporting half of an erection.
Ford rose onto his elbows to get a clearer view, while Erin curled deeper into his side, only lifting her head high enough to turn her eyes Dylan’s way.
His insides quivered at the little show he was about to give them.
“Hurry up and lube that plug, then turn around and get it done, because I need a nap.” Ford added a warning, “And so will you.”
Dylan popped open the tub of Boy Butter and spread a generous amount over the latex butt plug. Once done, he turned until his ass faced the bed. He slowly bent over, wondering if the heat in his face meant he was blushing. He sure hoped not. That would make what he was about to do so much worse.
After taking a couple of calming breaths, he pulled one cheek to the side.
“That’s it, spread them wide. Don’t be shy, boss.”
He felt as far from a boss as he could get at the moment. Exposing his anus to his ex, as well as his employee, made his heart pound wildly.
He needed to get over any embarrassment or discomfort. If this threesome became a regular occurrence, they would end up seeing every inch of each other’s bodies, anyway. They would also see each other in very vulnerable positions, like right now. Beyond that, they would watch each other lose control mid-climax or during certain scenes, and most people’s “orgasm” face wasn’t very attractive. Unless it was fake, of course.
Throughout his thirty-five years, he’d never been shy about his body. That made it even more aggravating that he was currently doubting himself.
Using his opposite forearm—the one with the plug-occupied hand—he pushed on his other cheek, trying to spread himself open wide enough. A soft growl of frustration slipped from him when he failed.
In the past, he had held the heavily lubed plug steady, squatted over it before sitting down and driving it home. For the most part, that made insertion easy. But Ford had ordered him to bend over. Dylan couldn’t defy him. Not unless he wanted to be punished later for being disobedient.
He did not.
When trying to seat it again, the slippery plug almost escaped his fingers. They were close to watching it bounce on the floor and across the room. That would’ve been hilarious .
He frowned.
“Darlin’, help him out,” Ford ordered next.
“By holding him open or inserting it, Sir?”
“I’ll let you choose.”
Shit. Shit. Shit.
He didn’t need to turn around or glance up in the mirror to know Erin had climbed off the bed and approached. He could feel her heat and pick up her scent. He also couldn’t miss her breathing since she wasn’t quite panting, but it was definitely accelerated.
After extracting the plug from his grip, Erin waited for Ford to direct her, even though she most likely knew what came next.
She was giving Ford the power.
“Your hands are now free, boss, so spread yourself wide. Don’t be shy. Darlin’, let him have another scoop of that butter first. He’ll need it.”
Digging his fingers into his own ass cheek, he again pulled one to the side as the container appeared within his vision. Taking a generous scoop, he worked it in his crack, over his hole —now pulsing along with his heartbeat—and even worked some inside.
“Work it in there good, boss.” Ford’s voice was thick. Dylan wouldn’t be surprised if the man was hard again already.
Dylan was on his way there, too, himself.
“Darlin’, make sure you drive it in there deep so there’s no risk of it popping out.”
Dylan held his breath as Erin dragged the lubed tip across his hole a few times before stopping at his entrance and pushing against it gently.
She’d put pressure on it, then let up. Over and over again. Working it a fraction deeper each time. At that pace, she’d be back there a lot longer than he preferred.
“Just do it, darlin’. He can take it. That plug isn’t that big and I’m bigger than that. If he can’t take that tiny toy, he’s going to have a rough time taking me.”
Jesus. Dylan didn’t have a humiliation kink and that was what Ford was dishing out.
Ford followed up with, “And that’s what you want to watch, right?”
A long, wispy breath escaped Erin’s lips. “Yes, Sir. I want to watch you fuck him and make him come before you come inside him. And if I may, Sir? I would like to see a generous use of your mouth and hands, too.”
“Both of us? Or do you want him restrained so he can’t move?”
Oh shit. Please, Erin, don’t agree with that. Not tonight.
“I’d prefer to see you two interacting with each other.”
Thank fuck.
“And what will you be doing, darlin’?” Ford asked her next.
“Anything you order me to, Sir.”
Ford’s whispered praise of, “Good girl,” even drew a shiver from Dylan.
She increased the pressure but still had to fight through him tensing.
“Relax, boss,” Ford ordered.
Dylan closed his eyes and imagined himself shaking off his worry the same way a dog shook off water. He’d used plugs on himself plenty of times in the past, so he wasn’t new to this. He needed to stop being an idiot.
Relax. The sooner you do, the sooner this display will be over.
He slowly pulled in a breath through his nose and just as slowly, released it out of his mouth, letting the tension go with it. Luckily, that technique loosened his muscles enough so Erin had no problem deeply seating the plug.
Dylan remained bent over until the uncomfortable stretch lessened to the point he could finally breathe again. He clenched his ass cheeks together, testing, then straightened. He felt so damn full.
He was surprised how quickly he adapted to the size. He hoped it would be the same with Ford’s cock, a hell of a lot thicker and longer than the plug.
“That was quite a sight,” Ford murmured as Erin once again joined him in Dylan’s oversized bed. “I can’t wait to exchange it for the real thing. Let’s get some rest in the meantime.”
Erin settled in the middle of the mattress and once again curled around Ford. Dylan, moving gingerly, joined them, tucking Erin between them. It didn’t take long for the three to drift off.
Ford’s eyelids lifted enough to see no one had shut off the lights, so the room was still bathed in a reddish hue. Soft breathing came from the woman asleep with her thigh pinning his. Her fingertips were curled amongst his dark chest hairs and her cheek plastered to his pec.
Lifting his head, he saw Dylan spooning her tightly with his hazel eyes closed and his steady breathing a bit louder than Erin’s.
Since Ford had fallen asleep on his back, he was sure he’d been snoring. Apparently not loud enough to keep the other two-thirds of the threesome awake.
After carefully extracting himself from Erin, he went to the attached bathroom, grabbed a drink directly from the sink’s tap, splashed water on his face and stared at himself in the mirror for a few seconds.
Both his own sleepy brown eyes and his very awake erection stared back.
At least one part of his body recognized what time it was.
After fantasizing about it for weeks, he would finally get the chance to fuck his boss. Not only fuck him but dominate him. He wasn’t sure which made him harder.
If Dylan went back on his word, Ford would never share Erin with him again. Their polyamorous relationship would be over before it ever took root.
It was great that both, or either of them, could have sex with Erin. It was also great if Dylan wanted to give him a hand job or blowjob. He certainly wouldn’t refuse either. But if he couldn’t top the man, Ford was done.
They had both agreed to be willing to bend. That meant Dylan could fuck Ford one time and Ford could fuck Dylan another. It didn’t have to be exactly one for one. It only needed to be somewhat fair.
Ford also hoped that this poly relationship would be fluid and not need any strict rules. For example, if Erin decided to have a night where she only watched the two men have sex, then they should respect that decision.
Same with having sex individually, but they needed to discuss that in more detail. Would it bother Ford if Dylan had sex with Erin when he wasn’t around? While he hadn’t minded what happened between the two of them in the tack room that day, that didn’t mean it would always be the case.
If Dylan or Ford, or even Erin, was feeling even just a little bit jealous or left out, they needed to be honest and explore why that was and quickly address the issue before it festered.
A relationship between two people was difficult enough, but three would be a whole other dynamic. Honesty, respect and loyalty would be the key to their success.
While Ford and Erin had an open relationship previously and didn’t have to confess to each other if they went elsewhere for some fun, he knew Dylan would want to lock them down. He already hinted that he didn’t want Ford fucking men in State College. He also stated flat-out he only wanted to share Erin with Ford and no one else.
Was Ford ready to be “tied down?” The only reason he never wanted an exclusive relationship with Erin was because Ford also had the urge to be with men. He was afraid if he chased that desire while being a couple, she’d feel he cheated on her and then their relationship would sour to the point it couldn’t recover.
He didn’t want to lose Erin but also didn’t want to give up men. He had been completely honest about that with her right from the beginning, except he never shared that the “others” in his life were men. That was why they had stayed on the path they’d been traveling… at least until Dylan stepped into that path.
Would just any woman accept Ford’s desire for men? No, but Erin wasn’t just any woman. She was special. Proof was her being sandwiched between two men in the bedroom. She was open-minded and open-hearted.
Warmth pooled in his gut.
That right there was why he loved her. Something he never told her because they didn’t have that kind of relationship. But now they might if these puzzle pieces fell into place.
Whether they would or not would be revealed when Ford went back in that room and if Dylan let him take control.
Again, if the man backed out, that puzzle would end up only consisting of a single piece and it wouldn’t be him or Erin.
Ford hoped to avoid that disappointment.