Chapter 6 #2
“Good, because I’m going to want to touch you, too,” Kincaid said, then I finally pressed my thighs together as we all made our way to the bedroom. We turned the corner in the hallway, and then Kincaid lifted me up, twisting me in his arms so I wrapped my legs around his waist.
I let out a sharp gasp and looked down at him. “Really?” I asked with a laugh.
“I’m just saying, why not?”
I kissed him again and then reached out to tangle my fingers with Ronin’s as we made our way to the bedroom. We had a large California King, one that I had liked because of the way Ronin and I could roll around, but I was thrilled for the extra space now.
Kincaid rested me on the edge, and then Ronin was there, standing between my legs, slowly playing with the seam of my pants.
“You ready for this, wife?” he inquired, claiming me in front of Kincaid.
“Always,” I said. “I trust you.”
A visible shudder slid over my husband before he turned and looked at Kincaid.
“Please?” I asked, knowing that perhaps they needed that slight push.
And then the man that I loved and the man I already felt connected to leaned forward, and their lips brushed.
That single touch was all it took. The two of them pulled one another, their mouths hungry, kisses fierce.
I slowly slid my hand into my pants and over myself, touching my clit.
I was already so wet, so hot. If I weren’t careful, I would come right then.
Ronin pulled away, his breath coming in pants as he tugged on Kincaid’s hair and then looked over at me. “I do believe our Julia is already getting started without us.”
“You two have fun. I’m good right here.”
Kincaid shook his head and went down to his knees in front of me. “Oh no, I do believe you need to be the center of attention for now.”
And then he tugged at my pants. Ronin moved to the side of the bed, and I helped him take off my shirt, his hands slowly cupping my breasts as Kincaid worked my pants.
They were both touching me, using their mouths and fingers.
I could barely keep up. And then I was naked in front of them, both of them still clothed, and my legs were spread. Suddenly, Kincaid’s mouth was on me.
I shifted, groaning, my fingers tangling in the sheets as I pressed into him.
Ronin’s mouth was on my breasts, sucking and tugging at my nipples as Kincaid lapped at me like a starving man.
He spread my thighs and then pulled me to the edge of the bed, moving my legs so that my knees were practically at my shoulders.
I moved with him, and he ate at me, sucking and licking until the sensation of both men’s hands on me sent me over the edge.
I could barely breathe, my whole body was shaking, and when Ronin stripped off his shirt, my hands immediately moved to his flesh.
“You do taste sweet,” Kincaid whispered against my pussy before he leaned back and undid his shirt.
Ronin stood up and slowly started stripping the rest of the way, while Kincaid did the same. “I’m going to need to be the one who lays down,” Ronin said. “At least, tonight.”
“We can do that,” Kincaid said before he kissed me again.
Ronin and I had been together for years, and we knew what positions worked for us. We were creative, and from the dark glint in Kincaid’s eyes, so was he.
I crawled up my husband’s body, pumping his dick twice before I straddled him, kissing him hard.
Kincaid came up behind me, and I looked over at him, the thick lines of him so damn sexy, I almost came again just sitting on my husband’s chest. While Ronin was a bit slenderer, his dick was thicker than Kincaid’s, but Kincaid was longer.
The fact that I was sitting here comparing dick sizes and loving that I would be able to play with both of them made everything suddenly seem far too real.
“What are you up for tonight?” Kincaid asked, looking at both of us.
He slowly slid his hand over my back and played between my cheeks. I leaned into him and groaned.
“We can do that,” I whispered. “I think the idea of both of you inside me at the same time might kill me, but in the best ways.”
“There’s lube and condoms in the drawer,” Ronin said, lifting his chin. “We play often enough that she should be ready. You still need to be careful.”
“Always,” Kincaid promised, his gaze intense.
And then he leaned over and kissed me, and I could taste myself on him.
I groaned, needing more, but then he pulled away.
Ronin tapped on my thigh, and I grinned at him.
“Saddle up,” he whispered, and I crawled up his body and held onto the headboard.
He spread my thighs and laughed at me, and I groaned, rocking on his face as he sent me into orgasm.
My body shaking, my breasts heavy, I leaned back, grateful that Kincaid was somehow there, his hand on my breast, the other playing between my cheeks.
He worked me, played with me, and when he started fucking me with his fingers, I arched, needing more.
But then he pulled me away, just enough that I could see his face.
“First, before I take you there,” he said, pressing firmly against me, “let’s suck your husband’s dick,” he whispered, winking.
I laughed, loving that I could in this moment.
I crawled over Ronin, kissing Kincaid, and then my husband, and then both Kincaid and I made our way to the glory that was my husband’s cock.
I laughed inwardly at that thought before looking up the length of him.
Kincaid did the same, and we met at the tip, kissing before going back.
I lapped at Ronin’s balls while Kincaid swallowed Ronin whole, hollowing his cheeks and going deep.
We both hummed against him, and Ronin cursed, tugging at my hair.
“I am not going to come right now. I want to be in your pussy when I do.”
I pulled away, and Kincaid tapped at my hip. “Why don’t you ride him, and then I’ll ride you.”
I shivered, but then I bent over and pumped Kincaid’s dick, loving the way he groaned.
I saw the scars on his body, which I knew he likely wouldn’t want to talk about right now, but we would.
I loved his ink, but I wanted to know all about him.
I was giving my body to him and my husband.
I hoped he would give us something more.
I pushed those thoughts out of my mind, knowing we just needed to focus on what we were doing.
I swallowed Kincaid, needing his taste, as both Ronin and Kincaid had their hands on me, playing with my breasts, my pussy.
And then I pulled away, reacting when Kincaid shoved hard, and I groaned, my mouth on his.
And then I straddled my husband and sank onto his cock. I groaned, my body stretching to accommodate him. As I leaned forward, kissing him, Ronin reached around, spreading my cheeks for Kincaid, and I felt the coolness of the lube before Kincaid started working me again.
“Ready?” Kincaid asked, his voice rough as he licked up my spine and latched on to my neck.
I moaned, my whole body shaking as I rode Ronin.
My husband had his hands on me, his mouth on me, and when Kincaid reached over my shoulder to kiss the love of my life, I almost came right there, but I forced myself back, knowing if I did, I would miss it all.
“Please,” I begged.
And then Kincaid slowly worked himself inside me. I was so full, it was nearly too much, yet just enough. I needed the pain, the pleasure even more so.
And when Kincaid was fully seated, the same as Ronin, they each took a breast, met each other’s gazes, and moved. I looked over my shoulder at Kincaid, and then down at Ronin.
“Wow,” I whispered, but I thought it was possibly only in my head.
When the two of them moved, the three of us arcing into one another like we’d been doing it for eons rather than just this one time, I felt like something shifted. It wasn’t just Ronin and me anymore. No, this was the possibility of a future.
I knew this man in front of me, knew him with every ounce of my soul.
And I knew that he loved the man behind me, the one taking me over the edge into bliss. And it wasn’t only Ronin who wanted him. There was something there, something that I craved, as well. I wouldn’t have let him touch me otherwise.
And when the three of us came, I could barely keep my thoughts together. But I knew that we would have to talk once I did. We would have to take a breath.
Because I could not have this only be the past. I couldn’t have this be something that broke us.
It was a promise of something bigger than any of us, even though the complications could implode and hurt us all in the end.
I needed this. Needed to see what was next even with the thought that we could lose it all.
I was utterly terrified that if we weren’t careful, this could be the last time. The only time.