Ajaih
“Ahhhhhhh mmmmm,” I moaned, “Fuck me, harder,” I demanded. Knox buried deep in my ass, and Maverick deep stroking the sugary walls of my pussy.
I feel full in the soul-deep, heart-bursting, world-tilting kind of way.
We were finally home, not our usual place in Winston Hills, but the coastal estate where we’d spent the past week wrapped in celebration. The air still smells like sea salt and roses from the thousands of blooms Yanna insisted on filling the space with.
My gorgeous wedding gown is long gone, taken back to Winston Hills to be safely packed away in tissue paper, and in its place, I wear a silk robe the color of champagne.
My curls are pinned up, loose strands framing my face, my bare legs curled underneath me on the giant velvet chaise that sits in front of the fire.
Knox enters first, barefoot, shirt unbuttoned, his smile wide, lighting up the room, and his gold chain catching firelight.
Behind him, Maverick, already shirtless, in drawstring linen pants, his deep dark-brown skin still glistening slightly from the shower, and Dapper body oiled I’d rubbed all over him.
They both just stopped as their eyes landed on me, and it’s not lust at first, not exactly.
It’s something softer, more tender, like they’re still trying to comprehend that we made it. That I’m theirs, and they’re mine, legally.
“You’re staring,” I whisper.
Knox grins and walks over, taking my hand and pressing a kiss to my knuckles. “Always, because you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. And now, you’re not just the love of my life, you’re my wife.”
Maverick comes behind me, his arms wrapping around my shoulders as he kisses the curve of my neck. “And mine,” he murmurs, voice low and thick with emotion.
I melt into them both, sighing as their hands begin their familiar exploration, gentle at first, lingering over the curve of my waist, the dip of my back.
Maverick’s fingers run along the collar of my robe, teasing the silk apart just enough for my shoulder to peek through.
Knox’s lips follow his lead, leaving kisses like breadcrumbs down my sternum.
This isn’t rushed; this current journey of exploration is more like a love carved slowly, with devotion.
They take their time, disrobing me like I’m something sacred, and to them, I know I am just as I hold them sacred, too.
We move to the bed in a tangle of limbs, Egyptian cotton sheets cool against our heated skin, laughter bubbling between kisses, as playful teasing and soft jokes about who cried the most during the ceremony fill the room (spoiler: it was Mav).
Between each kiss, I hear one of them whisper how proud they are of me. How strong, how radiant, and how breathtaking I am.
“I wonder how married pussy tastes and feels,” Maverick tittered.
“Let me show you,” I spoke as I spread my thighs, sticky strings of my arousal evident.
Next thing I know, I’m face down ass up, one tongue in my pussy, one tongue in my ass, my moans the soundtrack for tonight.
“Pussy so sweet,” Maverick groaned.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full, Daddy,” I playfully scolded him.
“Mmmhmmm,” was his only response as his tongue dipped in and out of my pussy, his thumb rubbing my clit.
“Ohhhhhh, fuck!”
Needing something to do with my mouth, I managed to free Maverick’s dick from his pants and wrap my wet mouth around it.
“Swallow that dick, mama,” he grunted as he started thrusting his hips upward, fucking my mouth shamelessly.
“All three of your holes got your husbands in them in some way,” Knox managed to get out before he went back to sucking and tongue fucking my back door.
“Fuckkkkk,” I squealed, knocking on my orgasm’s door.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full, Baby.” Knox smacked my ass.
I was dangerously close to tumbling off pleasure’s cliff, and I wanted my husbands buried deep inside me.
“Fuck me, NOWWWWWWW!”
Missing the heat of their mouths on my most sensitive spots, Knox pulled me on top of him, claiming my mouth as Maverick got behind me. My body nearly collapsed with need when I felt Knox’s dick at one opening, and the head of Maverick’s dick rubbing his pre-cum all over my asshole.
My husbands pushed into me simultaneously, all three of us releasing groans of fulfillment.
“Fuckkkkk, Baby, you so fucking wet and tight,” Maverick babbled, his strong hands gripping my hips, driving into my ass deep but slow.
“This married pussy feels amazing, I’m assuming,” I sassed.
“So fucking good,” Knox breathed out, his eyes closed in pleasure as I slid up and down his dick while Maverick continued to push in and out of me.
Knox reached up, applying the perfect amount of pressure to my throat as he looked in my eyes and demanded, “Spit in my fucking mouth like my nasty little bitch,” lightly smacking my face with his free hand.
I did as I was told and let a string of my saliva make its way to his open, waiting mouth. Just as I finished the task at hand, Maverick yanked my head back, “Open.”
Adhering to his one-word order, my mouth hung open as he then spit in my mouth and smacked my ass. That slap was the final straw, because a tingle moved from the tip of my toes to the top of my head as I began to shake my release loose.
“I’m cumminnnnnnnggggg, mmmmmmm, fuckkkkk,” I screamed, not caring how loud I was or who I woke up.
As my orgasm continued to pull moans from me, my pussy creamed and rhythmically contracted along with my backdoor, squeezing Maverick and Knox tighter as they continued to pound me into their releases.
“Ohhh fuck, fuck, fuck, Ja, baby, th—this pussy, I’m cu—” Knox stuttered and stammered as I felt his dick jerk inside me, the warmth of his release inside me making my body flush.
I was disgusted and surprised in the best way possible when Knox slid out of me and Maverick slid right in, releasing his heavy load in the same place Knox had just placed his.
“This pussy is ours,” his voice hoarse with pleasure as he slapped my ass, emptying what was left inside me.
The night ended with us lazily intertwined in the sheets, whispering “I love yous,” as husbands and wife. Drifting off, wrapped between the two men who see all of me —the warrior, the healer, the softie, the nerd —I thank God, this is home.
Six months later, life is lush, green with possibilities, and steeped in beauty.
Maverick’s parents bought a beautiful home just a few blocks away.
He and his dad have been fishing, camping, hell, they even go to yoga together on Tuesdays and Caleb’s newest Gentlemen’s club, Echelon, on some Fridays.
James Sr. healed like a champ after surgery, and his heart’s stronger than ever.
Even better? Our parents have become great friends. Dro, Mama Drea, Uncle Ant, and Aunt Liliy just got back from a couple’s trip with the Carters. I still don’t know who planned it, but the group chat is chaos in the best way.
Maverick finally decided to chase his dream.
Yes, my hubby is in medical school at Winston Hills University now, studying cardiology.
He scored high on the MCAT, like the overachiever he is, and could’ve gone to an Ivy League medical school, but there wasn’t a school around that held more nostalgia and love in his heart than WU, watching him find his calling again? It’s magic.
James Jr. loves his job as the resident engineer and has become a regular at Caleb’s cigar lounge.
He’s gotten really cool with CJ, too, which is probably why we saw Calla blushing all over the place last weekend at Dro’s cookout.
CJ adored his aunt Calla, and if you saw him, you saw her, which means JJ was also seeing her.
Oh, and Olive it was filled with love both as mother and daughter, and as two women who had weathered personal storms and found their way to happiness.
We host joint cookouts with Dro and the fam, and seeing Michelle and Drea on the same patio cracking up over Spades still trips me out.
Dro and Michelle even had a long-overdue heart-to-heart with David Sr. and Drea present.
They aired the past out like clean laundry.
Dro owned his part in me and Michelle’s pain, and Michelle forgave herself, too.
Healing is a circle, and ours keeps expanding.
Lena and I? Joined at the hip. Lena’s health is stable, and I made it official.
When the time comes, I’ll be her donor again.
DJ’s thriving in the Air Force and refuses to ride his sister’s coattails, which she respects even more, but he says it doesn’t hurt to be the baby brother of THEE Lt. General Jeffries.
Colson? Locked up. His ex flipped the whole script and turned his hoe ass in.
Last I heard, she’s living her best life in the Caribbean with her daughter, creating generational peace that doesn’t include a man who should love her abusing her, especially in the presence of their child.
Doesn’t hurt that she emptied all of Colson’s accounts before she flipped on him.
And Me? Ya girl is now the CEO of the Aviation Academy, and I was recently honored for my community service. But the real crown jewel?
With help from Caleb, Mario, Ahmir, Dana, Maverick, and Knox, I broke ground on a brand-new community center in Winston Hills. State-of-the-art, Black woman–led, my dream built from scratch.
I was the epitome of what rising looked like.
I was a testament to what happens when you do the work, find your truth, and let love carry you through it all.
Two have not only two men who have loved me through rebirth, through rediscovery, through all the versions of myself I’ve fought to uncover, but a full circle of people who loved me and chained together to make sure I had a safe space to find the parts of myself I’d hidden away, afraid to let them thrive.
This was my AWAKENING.
The End…or is it?