Chapter 28
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Ford was normally a heavy sleeper, but to think he wouldn’t wake up with what was happening next to him was laughable.
Or maybe they did it on purpose.
Either way, the bed rocking, along with Erin’s moans, groans and gasps, as well as Dylan’s grunts as he pounded his cock into her, was enough to wake the dead.
He glanced over at the clock to see it was still a couple of hours away from sunrise. Since all three of them had the day off, they had a private trail ride scheduled for later that morning.
Only, someone decided to go for a ride earlier than planned.
After sliding up the heavy-duty headboard into a seated position, Ford shoved the covers off his lap, circled his erection with a tight grip and milked his cock from root to tip.
Erin, flat on her back, was being fucked missionary style. With her legs wrapped around Dylan’s hips, she met him thrust for thrust. Her nails raking down his back left behind scratches deep enough to see in the faint light. At the same time, Dylan had his lips latched around her nipple, pulling it deep.
Erin threw her head back and gasped when Dylan’s jaw shifted. Ford easily figured out what he was doing since Ford had done it plenty of times himself. His teeth were scissoring the tip of her nipple. Erin loved it when it was done with the right amount of pressure. Based on the ecstasy filling her face, Dylan must have figured out what that perfect amount was.
Ford should join in, but he was actually enjoying the show. What was happening in the early hours of the morning wasn’t atypical. They had sex with each other individually, as well as when all three were involved, and it could happen any time of the day or night. If one of their triad was in the mood, they could always find at least one other, if not both, eager to play.
The openness and variety within their budding relationship made Ford pleased with the arrangement.
Sometimes one watched as two of them fucked. Like right now. And sometimes two of them watched the third masturbating.
For a couple of nights, they went as far as finding a resort guest willing to join them. They only let one man fuck Erin—wearing a condom, of course—before they decided that neither could tolerate it. Ford and Dylan quickly discovered they had a limit to sharing her, even though she didn’t seem to have any issue when it came to sharing her men.
On another night, they invited a male guest to play with them in their favorite playroom, the impact room. Dylan and Ford took turns turning that man’s ass so red that the next morning during breakfast service, he still couldn’t sit down.
That was a fun night. Ford had used a tawse on the man and didn’t have to hold back as much as he normally did when he used it on Erin. When Ford got around to finally fucking the guest, the man’s ass was on fire. Amazingly enough, he still begged for more.
Unfortunately, at the time, Ford had been at his own breaking point. Especially since in the same room, Erin was bound to the St. Andrew’s cross, facing away from them. Dylan was using a braided loop cable slapper on her, a new toy—and soon to be in his top ten favorites—that packed a punch. The leather was braided in a loop around a metal cable and, with the right touch, left such delicious marks on the person receiving the strikes.
At the time, watching Dylan work her and hearing her ecstatic reaction to each blow almost made him lose it. Add in the fact, once she was quivering and dripping down her own thighs, Dylan removed the plug from her ass and replaced it with his cock.
This all resulted in a memory Ford wouldn’t soon forget.
He doubted the resort guest would forget it, either.
His grip tightened on his erection as he continued to tug. Cupping his balls with his free hand, he squeezed them to the edge of pain.
He lost himself in the sounds coming from the other two thirds of their triad. The sharp slap of skin-to-skin contact, Dylan’s deep grunts and Erin’s answering gasps and whimpers. While doing so, Ford also fantasized about fucking Dylan at the same time their lover fucked Erin.
They’ve done it a few times but neither Dylan or Ford lasted long when they did. They both agreed that next time the men would take turns eating Erin out first until she came at least twice so she wouldn’t have to get herself off as her men laid collapsed on the bed next to her, trying to gather their wits.
Ford now jerked his cock so quickly the motion became a blur. He debated whether to just blow in his own hand or all over Dylan’s ass.
Erin’s face was another possibility.
Or he could dive right in after Dylan was done and add his load to the mix.
The options were endless.
When his head fell back and cracked against the headboard, the action next to him jerked to a stop. With a wince, Ford opened his eyes to see both heads turned in his direction and one side of Dylan’s mouth pulled up. “We wake you?”
Ford answered, “I sleep like the dead but apparently I’m more of a zombie type of dead than an actual corpse.”
Amusement tinged Dylan’s invitation, “You could join in.”
“I could, but right now I’m enjoying the show. Continue.”
Dylan tipped his head toward Ford’s lap. “You’re ruining my concentration.”
Ford cocked an eyebrow. “Like you ruined my sleep?”
“I love watching Erin’s face in the throes of ecstasy, but I also enjoy watching you masturbate.”
Ford could have said the exact same thing. “And this is a problem?”
“Yes. Do me a solid by slipping in behind Erin. This way I can watch you jerk off and see her beautiful face at the same time.”
His first instinct was always to push back on any of Dylan’s suggestions or demands since they still bumped heads more often than not. The push and pull they had made sex between them extra spicy. Sort of like makeup sex after a fight, when that hot emotional energy was turned into physical energy.
It was no surprise that Dylan did certain things—like fucking Erin right next to a sleeping Ford—to get a reaction from him. They still tried to “one up” each other on occasion. They considered the competition healthy as long as it didn’t cause jealousy. Erin always ended up the winner, of course.
But this time, Dylan’s idea was a good one, so he slipped behind Erin by putting his back to the headboard and spreading his thighs wide enough so Erin had room to recline between his legs and use his thigh as a pillow. But that also meant he needed to be extra careful with his stroking so he didn’t accidentally punch her in the face in his enthusiasm.
Grabbing Erin’s hips, Dylan jerked her back to where he wanted her and slammed his cock deep again.
Their eyes met over the woman they shared as Dylan thrusted hard enough to make Erin jerk against Ford. With one hand wrapped around his throbbing cock, Ford continued to stroke, squeeze and pull while with the other, he snagged one of her nipples and twisted it hard.
Erin hissed out an encouraging, “ Yessss …”
He tipped his eyes down from Dylan to her. “Yes, what?”
“Yes, please, more, Sir.”
“I’m not your Sir right now, he is. You need his permission.” He still needed to get used to saying that. So did Erin. For years, he was her only Dom, now they had to get used to Dylan also stepping into that role.
Her eyes shifted to Dylan, who had his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he drove into her, not even skipping a beat during that interaction.
“Have you been a good girl?” Dylan demanded through clenched teeth.
The praise made her quiver against Ford. “I’ve been a perfectly good girl, Sir.”
“Do you think I should let him reward you for being so perfectly good?” Dylan asked next.
“Yes, Sir. Please .”
Dylan’s gaze lifted to meet Ford’s again. “You have my permission to twist as hard as you can. Let’s see if you can get her to say a certain color.”
While Ford loved a challenge and tended to push Erin to the point where she teetered on saying “red,” he didn’t like taking it far enough where she actually had to use it. He always restrained himself.
But then, unlike Dylan, he’d had years to learn her limits while her ex was starting from scratch.
He and Dylan both agreed, if they ever wanted to do a scene with someone who could take it rougher than Erin, or even do things she didn’t want to do, they’d have no problem finding a guest on the ranch more than willing to step into her place. As always, she’d have the opportunity to be in attendance, either simply observing or by joining them in play.
But they’d never involve anyone else without her approval first. The same way she wouldn’t do the same. It all boiled down to respect and being open with each other about their wants and needs.
Some days he was perfectly fine with having a quickie or missionary-style sex with Erin, like Dylan was doing now. On others, he wanted to take things far enough she’d drop into her subspace. Of course, that took more time and effort than a quick fuck.
Dylan was also learning to enjoy the bliss that came with being a submissive. As was Ford. He had to admit, doing so had enhanced his sex life so far. He had no doubt that Dylan felt the same way, even though he hadn’t stated it out loud yet.
He would, when he was comfortable with that acknowledgement.
Patience was also key when dealing with any kind of relationship, poly or otherwise, but it was especially important when more than two people were involved. A typical couple’s relationship was difficult enough. Adding others required more work to keep it successful. However, a few weeks ago over dinner, they did agree that the work they were putting in had been worth it.
The moment anyone in their throuple decided it wasn’t, they promised to openly discuss it.
“Kiss me,” Dylan demanded, the fire in his eyes roaring bright.
At first, Ford thought he was talking to Erin. It turned out he was wrong.
When he leaned in, Dylan rose up and their mouths fused together. The more their tongues battled, the faster Ford stroked his own cock, and the quicker Dylan pumped in and out of Erin.
She reached up and cupped Ford’s cheek with one hand and Dylan’s with the other. Her ragged whisper reached his ears. “So beautiful. I love watching the two of you together.”
It turned out they both enjoyed putting on a show for her, too. Either she watched them while she played with herself, or she eventually joined in once her pussy was soaked and her inner thighs slick.
Ford was sure it was that way right now as their shared kiss became more intense and Dylan continued to plunge his cock into her.
With a jerk, Dylan broke his mouth free, drove his hands and knees into the mattress, met Ford’s eyes head on and slammed into Erin one more time, making her cry out and her body arch to meet him.
Ford had to stop stroking to avoid coming while watching that. When Dylan finally landed back in the real world, he announced between harsh pants, “I left you a gift. What you do with it is up to you.”
“So generous,” he teased. But in truth, it was no secret that Ford enjoyed fucking Erin after Dylan filled her with his cum. If they were both going to fuck her, he always chose to go second. Dylan never fought him over it since he wasn’t into it as much as Ford.
What could spark one person’s fire could effectively douse another’s.
Ford asked, “Did she come?”
Dylan only nodded since he was still trying to rein in his breathing.
Erin’s blissed-out expression made him ask, “How many times?”
Her heavy eyelids lifted, and she turned brown eyes up to him. “Since he woke me up? Three.”
Shit. How did he miss all of that? “That means I have to give you four.”
“It doesn’t have to be a competition. One more will be fine,” she assured him.
“For you,” he countered. “He’ll never let me live it down if I can’t at least match him.”
Personally, he’d be fine with jerking off and decorating Erin’s face with his cum, but he also didn’t want to pass up the “gift” Dylan left for him.
Choices. Choices.
Obviously, Dylan already knew what Ford would choose when he rolled away from Erin. “Let’s switch. I know how much you like to churn that butter.” He added a grin.
Churning butter was a juvenile way they described Ford fucking Erin after Dylan. Besides seeing Erin’s ass thoroughly spanked, seeing Dylan’s cum clinging to his cock while he fucked her was a huge turn-on for him.
He had no idea why it was but, luckily, neither Dylan nor Erin judged him for it.
Hearing Dylan use that phrase, though, proved his boss had loosened up a bit after first coming home to Fisher Falls. Dayne mentioned it loudly and often that his twin had finally pulled the stick out of his ass.
Ford could vouch it was true that his boss was a whole different man behind closed doors but not when he was dealing with the public or most of the guests. Dylan still tended to act reserved and professional. To look at him during work hours, one would think the man had no kinks or fetishes, or that he like to dominate in bed.
Ford preferred the closed-door version, and he was damn sure so did Erin.
Once both men changed places, Dylan reached over Erin, grabbed her legs and pulled them toward him until he could reach her ankles. He then held her legs up in the air, keeping her spread wide.
Ford drew a finger through her pussy lips, collecting some of Dylan’s cum before smearing it over the crown of his cock.
“Keep her spread open. I want a little appetizer.” He dropped to his belly and shoved his face in her hot, slick pussy.
He wasn’t eating her out to clean her up, but to bring her to that next orgasm. He was working on borrowed time, so he needed to be quick about at least tying Dylan when it came to Erin’s orgasms.
Since Erin always benefitted from their friendly competition, it kept her from getting annoyed at them for constantly butting heads.
Between Dylan’s help and his own cunnilingus skills, it didn’t take long for Erin to climax, thankfully. As soon as she did, and even before the ripples faded away, he dragged himself up and over her, plunging his cock to the hilt.
“Keep your legs up and spread, darlin’,” Dylan ordered her. “I need my hands for other things.” He adopted Ford’s pet name for Erin, but he only used it when he was in control.
Those other things consisted of him winding a section of her hair tightly around his fist and pulling tightly on her scalp. Beside a sharp release of breath, she had no other reaction.
They recently discovered how much she liked her hair pulled. Almost as much as getting spanked.
While keeping the tension on her hair, Dylan drove his hand between her legs and pinched her clit, making her cry out and squeeze Ford’s cock. That was not helping him get to his goal of giving her two or three more orgasms. If anything, it was sabotaging him.
When Ford glanced at Dylan, he saw it clearly in his face. He was trying to get him to blow sooner than he wanted. Luckily, it backfired. When Dylan pinched her clit again, her ass jumped off the bed, driving Ford so deep, he hit the end of her.
That brought about orgasm number two. One more and he’d at least be even.
Gritting his teeth, he kept sliding his cock in and out of her pussy, hoping she’d get there sooner than later. Because if not, he’d have to admit defeat. He’d been straddling that sweet edge for too long and was about to lose his footing.
It was at that point he made a fatal mistake. He looked down at his cock plunging in and out of Erin and saw Dylan’s creamy cum coating it.
Fuck.
He was done.
He drove up and into her one last time and remained planted deep as he made his own deposit into the woman he loved.
Dropping his head and closing his eyes, he rode out the last of his orgasm. When he finally fell from the clouds and back to Earth, he already knew Dylan would be grinning like an asshole.
He lifted his gaze.
Yep. He was right.
He sighed and slipped to Erin’s side to finish recovering.
A deep chuckle spilled from Dylan as he extracted himself from Erin and away from the head of the bed. He whacked Ford’s arm. “It was a good effort.”
“Five orgasms was more than enough for me. Thank you, boys.” An obvious attempt at keeping the peace.
She went to climb off the bed, but Ford stopped her. “I got it this time.”
When Ford was in the Dom role one night, he’d made Dylan crawl on his hands and knees to and from the bathroom to get the washcloths needed for cleanup. That was another memory he wouldn’t soon forget.
His only regret was that he didn’t record it so he could watch it whenever Dylan was being extra bossy during the workday.
He hoped to get him to do it again soon. Only, Dylan didn’t have a humiliation kink. Like Erin, he basked in praise—as did most living, breathing humans—so Ford had showered him with compliments when he returned.
Since that wasn’t happening this morning, Ford headed to the attached bathroom, cleaned himself up, grabbed what he needed for his lovers and quickly returned so he could grab a few more hours of shut eye.
After handing one damp cloth to Dylan to clean himself up, Ford told him, “I’ll take care of her.”
“My job,” Dylan murmured as he used the washcloth on himself.
“Technically, yes. But I got it this time since you helped get her to two more orgasms.”
“She would’ve had zero from you if it wasn’t for me.”
While Dylan’s response was a bit cocky, Ford couldn’t deny it was also true. “You’re telling no lies. And I gave you the credit, boss .”
Erin bugged her eyes out at them. “Again, this isn’t a damn competition. I’m good with one orgasm or twenty. Don’t stress over it. It’s not the destination that matters so much as the route taken to get there.”
“Hold up. You’d be fine if you never orgasmed again?” Skepticism colored Dylan’s tone.
She poked him in the gut. “Is that what you heard?”
Dylan glanced at Ford. “Isn’t that what you heard?”
“I just cleaned my ears last night. I can confirm. That’s what I heard.”
“Stop!” she insisted on a laugh.
As soon as Ford was done wiping her down with the warm cloth, he warned, “Now that anal sex is easier for you, we’re going to fuck you at the same time one day soon.”
“Double penetration will be easier thanks to that pretty plug Dylan bought me months ago.”
Ford didn’t think it would be that much easier, but he agreed it would help.
“Maybe you should wear it on our trail ride later,” Dylan suggested with a gleam in his eyes.
Erin flicked one of his nipples playfully. “Maybe you two should wear yours, too.”
With a laugh, Dylan jerked away and rubbed his nipple. “Why do I have the feeling we’ll be riding each other more than we’ll be riding the horses?”
Ford snorted softly. “Because we know it’s true.”
“We’re pros at turning any normal activity into something naughty,” Erin said.
“We do have that knack,” Dylan agreed. “Now, let’s get more sleep. We have a long day of riding ahead of us.”
That they did. Checkers wouldn’t be the only steed he planned on riding later.