Chapter 52 Raegan
Raegan
The heavy hotel room door clicks shut behind us and I watch my two loves kick off their shoes and begin to settle in. My body is frozen in place as I take them both in.
Hayes, the man I married at twenty-years-old and divorced at forty. I spent every year we were apart, thinking I hated him for leaving me. The funny thing is, I don’t think I hated him at all. I hated what he did, but ultimately I just wanted him back.
And Demetria. My sweet, sweet Demetria. The Earth shifted on its axis the moment she walked into my life. She has changed me for the better. Now, she’s the glue that holds us all together.
“You okay?” Hayes asks, an edge of concern in his tone.
I respond with a slight nod, the corner of my lip lifting into a smirk.
I can’t take my eyes off of them. It’s like my mind is afraid that if I look away, they’ll disappear in a puff of smoke and I’ll wake up to find this was all a dream.
I suppose that would qualify more as a nightmare, though.
Jesus. I used to be so afraid of doing something that could jeopardize my license and business…
my ability to do my job. Now, all I care about is them. Us.
Demetria saunters up to me, brows furrowed and head shaking. “I can’t believe my mother did that to you. I’m so sorry, Raegan.”
My smile widens. “Baby, I don’t care about any of that. It doesn’t matter and it’s done.”
“Well, I’m fucking done with her,” she pouts. “No wonder dad is divorcing her ass.”
“We’ve all been through so much the past few days,” I mutter softly, my pulse picking up its pace in my veins. “As far as I’m concerned, we’ve all leveled up, both individually and as a unit. As far as I’m concerned, it’s over and we finally get a fresh start.”
My hands find the hem of my blouse and lift it swiftly over my head before depositing it on the floor next to my feet.
I kick my shoes off, letting them fly and land wherever they choose.
Next is the button at the back of my skirt.
I reach behind and undo it, then slide the waist around and to the front where I can maneuver the zipper where it needs to go, allowing the fabric to drop, unceremoniously to my feet. And yeah… I step out.
All that’s left are my bra and panties when Hayes stands, his tongue nearly hanging from his mouth as he says, “Angel, what are you doing?…” His words imply one thing, but the tone in which he says them is something else entirely. His voice is slightly deeper, huskier and drenched in arousal.
“I want you both, and I don’t want to wait.”
Hayes sucks in a breath, then nods in agreement. If we’re being honest, the erection he’s sporting under those dress pants of his is all the agreement I need. If he were just a little closer, I’d bet his pupils are practically blown out at the thought of it.
My feet move of their own accord as I slowly remove the distance between us.
I pause when I get to Demetria and she lifts her arms without instruction, so I remove her shirt, then her bra before unbuttoning her jeans and sliding them, along with her panties, down her toned thighs and to the floor until she’s able to step out of them.
She kicks them out of the way and I stand.
My arms wrap around her, pulling her into me so I can lay my lips against hers in an unhurried kiss.
Cool hands touch my back, sending goosebumps down my spine. His fingers fiddle with the hooks of my bra, desperately trying to release my breasts while I continue to make out with my girl’s face, our tongues dancing around each other like we’ve never done it before and we may never get to again.
A hand reaches behind me to find Hayes has already lost his clothing. Such a good fucking boy. “I can already tell how hard your cock is and I’m not even touching it yet,” I tell him, allowing my hand to graze against his solid shaft.
Hayes’ hands slide around my torso where he squeezes both of my tits gently between his fingers. “Fuck, Angel. You have some of the best tits I’ve ever fucking seen and felt.” He pauses, moving his hands to Demetria’s chest and repeating the process. “I think I’ll call it a tie.”
Demetria softens her kiss, just before pulling away.
“I need someone inside me. I don’t care who.
But first–” she utters breathlessly before taking our hands, and careening them down her abdomen and beyond, until all three of our hands are teasing her pussy lips.
The teasing only lasts so long before she’s using our hands to part her lips so we can all feel how utterly soaked she is.
“I want you both to feel what you do to me.”
She leans back until her ass is resting against the foot of the bed and Hayes nudges her the rest of the way, her silky, dark hair splaying out around her.
Her legs lift until both feet are placed firmly on the mattress, then her knees part and her cheeks flush as she uses our fingers to spread her open.
“I need you both to make me come… please.”
Hayes and I peak at each other quickly, not needing words to know we’re both all in on this.
“Since you asked so sweetly,” Hayes praises.
Our fingers work together, exploring her slick pussy until we each take a finger and breach her tight entrance–side by side–eliciting a deep guttural moan.
“Jesus Christ,” I spit out. “I’m pretty sure this is the wettest you’ve ever been, baby.”
“What do you expect? You both make me feel so fucking good.”
Her hips rock against our hands as we begin to fuck her together with our fingers. Hayes uses his other hand to work her clit, rubbing it firmly in up and down strokes, exactly how she loves it.
“More,” she pants. “I need more.”
I move my hand and Hayes follows suit, so we can curl our fingers and stroke her g-spot. My own pussy is dying to get in on the action, my now obvious arousal sliding down my thighs. I don’t even remember him taking off my panties.
“Fuck, Angel. She’s so fucking hot like this. A mess underneath us and we’re only using our fingers.”
“She really is,” I add. “I’m so fucking wet already.”
“I can’t wait to feel you on my cock.” He turns his head and locks his lips on mine, forcing his way in with his tongue until we’re a hurried, frenzied, tangled mess.
“Oh my god, I’m going to come. Don’t. Stop,” Demetria yells. And we don’t stop. We continue to fuck her through her orgasm with our fingers, never breaking our kiss until she’s ridden the entire wave and is fully sated.
We pull our fingers from her and before I get the chance to do anything, Hayes has his finger in my mouth. “Suck it clean, Angel. Tell me how sweet our girl tastes.”
“Why don’t you see for yourself?” I say, repeating the gesture. He takes it willingly, swirling his tongue and humming his arousal around my digit, sending an electric shock straight to my fucking clit. It’s not going to take me long to come at this rate.
The next thing I know, I’m sinking to my knees. My hand wraps around the base of his hard cock as I open my mouth and take the head between my lips, swirling my tongue around his tip and playing with the slit.
“Fuck,” he exclaims and I don’t miss the sound of Demetria fingering herself, groaning as she watches from the sidelines. “Oh, fuck. Whatever you’re doing. It feels amazing.”
I can do better, so I prove it by sucking him further into my mouth until he hits the back of my throat. Then I push a little further, forcing the head of his dick down and into my throat causing it to bend just enough to make him gasp at the sensation.
“Christ,” Demetria whimpers next to me, her fingers clearly picking up the pace with the sound of her fingers getting significantly sloppier by the second. “That’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. You can literally see your dick in her throat.”
I pop off of him quickly, taking a quick inhale of air before I repeat the same process. This time his legs shake as I take him in until my nose is at his pelvis. His cock twitches in my throat.
“Angel,” Hayes stammers as he pulls himself free, “As amazing as that feels–we’re definitely doing that again, by the way–I don’t want to come in your throat right now and that’s what will happen if we do it again. On the bed. On your back. Next to your girlfriend.”
Hayes
I can’t recall a time when anyone has ever been able to do that with my fully hard cock. But one thing’s for sure… I was about to come. Had she done it one more time, I would’ve blown and embarrassed myself. I’m not about to do that to them right now. Maybe another time.
“Yes, Sir,” Raegan answers as she gets on the bed next to Demi, just as I asked.
Hearing her call me Sir has my dick twitching for an entirely different reason, but tonight’s not about that. Tonight is just about us. The last week is nothing if not proof that we can do anything as long as we do it together.
I can’t tear my eyes away from them. I swear to whatever powers that be, that I’ll protect them with every last fiber of my being. Whatever it takes.
My hands grip Raegan’s knees, nudging them apart to reveal her glistening cunt. And thighs. Apparently, someone has been turned on. Not that it’s hard to come by with the three of us.
“Fuck, look at you. You’re fucking breathtaking, Angel.”
My gaze turns to Demi as a hand touches her leg gently. “And you… don’t even get me started with you. Has anyone ever told you that you glow when you come? It’s transcendent.”
They both smile up at me and I know this is all I’ll ever need.
My cock twitches yet again, as if to remind me that he still needs to be taken care of. Yeah, yeah. I got you, buddy.
“Hayes.” Raegan mutters my name like a plea and I’m a goner.
“Shhh, it’s okay. I’ve got you.” I line my cock up with her entrance and she’s so wet, I slide into her without much effort. “I’ll always have you.”
Her eyes close on a moan as I fill her completely causing her to arch her back at the pressure. She may be soaked but she’s still so fucking tight.
Demi hops up on her knees next to her, dragging her fingertips across her tits until she’s got a nipple between her fingers so she can pinch it. She toys with it relentlessly until she eventually leans down to offer her a chaste kiss on the lips.
“I take it back. Watching him fuck you is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” she whispers.
I grab her trembling legs, and place her feet against my chest as I pull myself out and thrust right back into her, slow and controlled. Again. And then again.
Demi sits up eagerly, cups my face and kisses me like it’s the first time all over again. I maintain my pace, even as she pulls away, until she says to me, “Fuck her like you mean it. Make her come all over that gorgeous cock of yours.”
“Yes,” Raegan pleads. “Please. Do it.”
My hips rear back and slam back into her, forcing a low grunt from Raegan’s lips as she searches for something to grab onto, settling for Demi’s leg.
I’ll take it. I increase my pace with every thrust until I’m pounding into her furiously.
My hips smack sharply against her and my balls slap against her ass, louder until we’re both a breathy, panting mess of moans and ecstasy.
I catch a glimpse of Demi, wincing from Raegan pinching whatever she can grasp onto and tugging her own nipples, her fingers back inside her pussy.
“Finger that greedy little cunt and make yourself come again,” I order.
“Mmmhmmm,” she moans in agreement.
“Oh, God,” Raegan bites out, pulling the pillow from above her head to bite it like she’s afraid she’s being too loud. I don’t fucking care.
Electricity zaps down my spine, landing at my balls causing them to draw up as my orgasm approaches.
“I’m going to come,” I announce, my mouth falling open, every nerve ending overwhelmed with pleasure. My toes fucking tingle.
Raegan tosses the pillow across the room and reaches up to squeeze whatever she can grab on my chest now, which isn’t much, so I slide her hand over to Demi’s tits. More to work with over there.
“Shit,” Demi winces. “She’s going to tear my tits off.”
“Come with me,” I tell them. “Both of you.”
My cock pulses as my orgasm hits me like lightning.
Shot after shot of my hot seed fills Raegan’s throbbing pussy.
I feel her flutter and contract around my cock and I’m suddenly worried she’ll rip it off and keep it like a trophy.
Every wave of her orgasm pulls more cum from my balls and then I hear Demi shout her orgasm as she comes on her fingers again.
Each one of us rides out every wave until we’re exhausted and spent, then we collapse in a pile on the same bed.