Epilogue One #2
Hayes releases her head, exchanging it to tease my nipples, taking turns teasing and pinching them as Demetria devours me so perfectly.
When she adds her fingers to the mix, I’m a goner.
My orgasm hits me like a tidal wave. My hips buck into her mouth as she refuses to stop what she’s doing.
I grab her head and fist her hair tightly to keep her exactly where I need her until I’ve ridden the entire wave.
When I eventually start to come down from the high, I release her and let my ass drop back down to the table, releasing a heavy breath of air.
Hayes claps. Dick. “Now, it’s my turn.”
Demi
My face is soaked from her clearly very intense orgasm. I’ve eaten her out before, but she’s never tasted like… that. Don’t get me wrong. She always tastes good, but she tastes sweeter today. I could have taken up residence between her legs and had zero regrets.
I can’t believe we just did that in front of all these people. Looking around, seeing all the curious eyes… I’m suddenly glad I was too busy to notice them before.
I feel a hand playfully slap my ass and look up to see Hayes standing next to me. “Good girl. Now, get up there and lay on top of her.”
I stare at him, confused. He leans down and kisses me deeply. There’s no way he’s not tasting Raegan all over me. When he moans into my mouth, I know I’m right. He pulls away and my lips instantly miss his.
“Face her,” he clarifies.
I’m not entirely sure what he wants from me, but there’s also another part of me that hopes I’ll get it wrong and he’ll put his hands on me to put me where he wants.
“Whatever you say,” I grin.
I climb up on the table. Unfortunately, it really isn’t an easy thing to do and I’m not particularly graceful, so I’m sure I just gave everyone an awkward show they didn’t ask for, but I’m here now.
“Hi,” Raegan whispers. She looks high or drunk–or sleepy–with her pupils large and her auburn hair mussed like she’s already been fucked. Being the one that caused her to look like this… fills me with a sense of pride I’m not exactly used to.
“Hi,” I parrot and she literally blushes. Fuck, I’m so fucking in love with her it hurts.
I straddle her waist, wondering if this is what Hayes meant. When I hear him grunt out a handful of curses, I assume I’m right. I lean over, collapsing my body onto hers until we’re aligned and I hear Hayes mutter, “Perfect,” from behind us.
Our faces are less than inches apart. I can feel her breath on my lips and our sheer proximity causes me to lean just a little closer so I can kiss her. My tongue invades her mouth as it tangles with her own. When I pull my head back, I ask, “Do you taste how sweet you are?”
She nods. “Yeah. I’d be willing to bet you’re just as fucking sweet.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too,” she replies with a smile painted on her gorgeous face.
“You can’t hear them,” Hayes interrupts and we both tilt our heads to regard him at the edge of the table. “But everyone here is captivated by you both. They’d all die for a chance to touch you like I’m about to. I’m about to show them all why I’m the only one that gets that pleasure.”
Fuck. I don’t know what’s about to happen, but knowing him, he’s about to make a presentation out of us. I’m not sure why that feels as hot as it does, but I also don’t have the brain capacity to think too hard about it.
I feel his cold hand touch my wet pussy and I gasp. Raegan does the same underneath me and I feel her stomach clench.
“You know how much I love you both?” Hayes asks as his fingers penetrate my tight, slick hole.
“Fuck,” Raegan mumbles. “His fingers. Shit.”
Neither of us answer him. I’m too caught up in the sensation of his fingers scissoring inside of me and by the way she’s responding, I assume he’s doing the same to her. The image of what he’s seeing flashes through my brain.
Two pussies, stacked for his pleasure.
I don’t think that’s right… ribbed, maybe?
Either way, he definitely has both our holes at his disposal and despite being slightly nervous about what he has planned, I’m content to be exactly where I am. With my woman and my man.
“I love you both more than I love anything else in the entire fucking world. More than this club. More than I love myself. I didn’t think it was possible to love anyone, yet here you both are… proving me wrong, every goddamn day.”
His fingers begin to pump slowly, in and out, eliciting a moan from us both and a teasing chuckle from him. “I have to admit, I didn’t know that doing the exact same thing to you both at the same time would earn me the same responses, in stereo, but here we are. I’m a fan.”
“You don’t have to be so cocky about it,” Raegan chides from underneath me.
“Careful, there, Angel. I know you’re used to being on top, but you’re far from it right now. Let’s not forget who’s in charge here. Don’t make me punish you in front of all these people. Or do. I don’t mind.”
Okay, now he’s taunting her on purpose. I peer down to see her eyes roll slightly and her lips purse like she’s fighting back whatever snarky comment is on the tip of her tongue. I kind of want to see how that goes down, actually.
My thoughts are disrupted when he increases the speed of his fingers as they thrust steadily in and out of my now throbbing and aching pussy.
When he curls his fingers to massage the spot I love so much, I can’t stop my hips from shifting to get more.
I feel Raegan's hips do the same, like we’re suddenly fucking each other but his hands are doing all the work.
Sliding my hands up the table, I caress her arms, passing them over to get to her hands so I can hold onto them. I never want to let them go. Our fingers intertwine and squeeze together as he relentlessly finger fucks us both until we’re writhing and trembling, entirely at his mercy.
My clit is practically rubbing against Raegan’s pussy, throbbing and tingling, ready to burst with pleasure at any fucking moment.
“Fuck, I have the best seat in the house. Look at you both, taking it so well.” His praise hits me straight in my core.
My abdomen clenches along with my pussy, tightening around his fingers.
“Come. Both of you. Come all over my hands and make a mess of me and this space like you did before. Show me what perfect girls you are.”
I love Hayes’ dirty talk. When his mouth is at its filthiest, but when he’s like this?
Telling me how good it is. How good I am?
It’s like my heart explodes right along with my clit.
And that’s exactly what happens this time as I follow his command and come aggressively and extensively all over his hand, and probably the table and floor as well.
Raegan grunts as her stomach tightens under me, her hips pressing into me as her body convulses along with her orgasm. Her mouth opens and her eyes squeeze shut, screaming silently along with the clearly very intense waves of her release.
“Fuck, you both squirted,” Hayes gasps in shock. “Together. At the same fucking time.”
“That was fucking hot,” a voice I don’t recognize mutters.
“No fucking kidding,” someone else says.
I look over my shoulder, exhausted and sated. When I see Hayes pull his shirt off with one hand, unbutton his pants and tug his zipper down, I grin.
He’s out of breath when he says, “I’m so fucking hard, I almost came in my pants. This is going to be quick and dirty. Hold onto each other.”
Raegan and I bring our arms down, wrapping them around each other as I feel his steel cock press into me with one hard, fast thrust. My mouth opens on a gasp, because, hello–still huge.
She pulls my face into hers to make out with my face as he pulls out of me and I assume enters her–based on the way she paused mid-kiss.
Hayes fucks us both, alternating every dozen strokes, until he eventually pauses inside of me and his cock still rock hard begins to pulse his cum deep inside of me. When he’s sure the last drop has finally been released, he pulls out, allowing his release to slide out of me and surely onto Raegan.
“Fuck. Watching my cum leak out of your cunt and onto hers is… hotter than it should be,” he admits. “Let’s share with your girlfriend. What do you say?”
I nod enthusiastically as I feel him swipe his cum from my pussy lips, downward to–”
“Oh my god, he’s pushing it into me,” Raegan says on a quiet moan.
“If only,” Hayes mutters.
Both of our eyes snap to his. “If only what?” we ask in unison.
He sighs heavily. “Nothing. I just had a fleeting intrusive thought–that I don’t hate–about us having kids.”
Fuck. I guess it’s now or never. “Well, you’re in luck. Because, I’m pregnant,” I blurt out.
“What?” Raegan pulls her head back with a look of surprise covering her face. “So am I!”
“Are you both being serious right now or are you fucking with me?” he asks hesitantly.
“There are at least a hundred things I’d rather fuck with you about before this.” I grin. “...Daddyyyyyy.”
Raegan snickers underneath me. “Yeah. Same, baby.”
“Marry me.” Hayes spits out. “This is not how I imagined doing this, but I love you both so much and I can’t wait any longer. I need you both to be my wives. Like… yesterday.”
Leave it to the three of us to do… this… like this. Chaotic and hurried. The thing is… it works for us. Nothing has gone as planned for any of us for a long time. Now we’re all finally happy and suddenly everything feels urgent.
So, again, we do what feels right.
We say yes.