44. Forty
Forty
Beau
Y ellow leaves lined the rain-slicked walkway to Fallon’s driveway, falling from the Japanese maple trees beside the house. Petrichor thickened the air, the scent of the first rain in over three months. Only a drizzle this morning, but the dry grass gulped every drop.
Much the same way I sucked down everything offered to me when on my knees with an equally insatiable thirst.
Though the rain fell outside, nothing remained dry inside. Fallon’s thighs were slick with Jake’s cum. She leaked and squirmed beneath his hand while he worked her clit, demanding another orgasm from her.
My dick wept, hard and sad, so fucking sad, as I kneeled in a deserved groveling.
With one arm wrapped behind her lower back, Jake held her steady on her feet, pumping two fingers into her pretty, dripping cunt.
“Think he’s going to cry, baby?” he murmured. “Almost feel sorry for him.”
“Almost,” she panted, licking her lips and nodding as she clawed at his shoulders and rolled her hips forward, flexing onto the tip of her toes with every thrust of his thick fingers.
He’d come not five minutes before, pounding Fallon hard and rough against the wall as I—yep—kneeled beside them and watched where he drove into her at eye level .
Mean motherfucker.
Dribbling his seed, Fallon squealed and whined when his fingers stroked her swollen clit. Needy and noisy, she bucked against him, coming apart with a release so sweet that my dick ached with an urgency that Jake planned to deny.
Mean, mean motherfucker.
He gripped my hair; his fist curled tight into the strands until he pulled at the scalp. “Eat her pussy. Don’t even think of touching your pathetic cock while you lick my cum from her and thank us for it. Show her how sorry you are for making her cry.”
I was about to cry. Jesus. Sad tears, happy tears, frustrated tears, tears of relief… all the tears.
“I love you, you filthy fucking prick,” I mumbled to him, inching toward my salvation.
The familiar and heady scent of Fallon mixed with the heavenly scent of Jake’s cum. A winning combination I probably didn’t deserve, but I dove in, licking up her thighs with the flat of my tongue.
“Oh, shit. Please,” Fallon moaned, her head dropping onto Jake’s shoulder as he held her, presenting her like a feast.
Not sure who they thought they were punishing, because eating her cunt was always a treat.
In no rush to tattle on myself, I fucked her with my tongue as she panted and ground against Jake, and he played with her tits and tweaked her nipples.
“Apologize to him,” she gasped, cupping the back of my head and grinding on my face a moment longer before reluctantly releasing me.
Mouth wet with her arousal, I bit back a groan when she pumped our guy’s monster cock a few times and guided it to my lips, tapping.
“Open like a good boy,” she purred, delicious amusement shining in her naughty eyes. Jesus, I love her.
“Apologize with your mouth the way he wants. Then he’s going to fuck you while I watch.” She leaned in to whisper against my ear. “Then we’ll see how good you really are for him, won’t we?”
“Shit, sweet girl,” I groaned, my hand covering hers to work along his shaft. “Love your dirty fucking mouth.”
Jake’s heated eyes watched us jerk him in tandem. His nostrils flared as his fingers weaved through my hair, and he forced me forward. “Yours is about to get just as dirty when I come down your throat. Get to work, Beau.”
And work I did. Slurping and sucking Jake down while fingering Fallon, groaning, panting, and choking. Moaning so loud that our girl expressed concern this wasn’t punishment.
“It’s not,” I mumbled through a full mouth, happy as ever.
They passed me between them like a filthy sex toy, pleasuring Jake until his balls tightened and he hissed a breath, pulling me off his cock to lick and suck Fallon’s pussy.
When her toes curled into the carpet and her back arched against him, he pulled my face away from her heat. Our girl was far too greedy to do it herself.
When my feigned tears turned real, my dick so hard and full that I swore the skin would tear, they took pity on me.
We collapsed on the bed, Fallon sprawled on her back with her knees falling open to welcome me home and Jake lining up behind me to fuck me inside her. Each drive of his hips brought me to her, and each cry of her pleasure brought me closer to God.
She whimpered as her nails tore at my skin, scrapping over my neck and shoulders, clawing down my chest as she flailed and broke apart, then broke beneath me a second time, hardly on the heels of the first.
Wound up as I was, I lasted long enough to see her through her demise, following only when Jake nailed my prostate and sent me into another world. Came so hard I was sure I’d never stop.
Jake, the stubborn fucker—literally—waited until everyone was damn near comatose before letting himself come.
Sweaty, sated, and abso-fucking-lutely disgusting, limbs tangled and bodies sore, and the sheets ruined, I let them hold me between them. Whispering words of love, praise, and adoration, I was finally grateful to be empty. Empty balls, yes, raunchy prick that I was.
But empty of excuses, I didn’t bat away their admiration or comfort. I listened instead.
I listened to a man I admired and loved for his strength, protectiveness, borderline obsessive love, and fierce determination as he told me we’d bear any storms together.
Confident, he reminded me he could do it for me, do it with me because he’d been doing it for years with the only other person he loved with his entire heart.
I listened to a woman I adored and loved for her soft heart, wild humor, comfort, and unconditional love. She never wanted me to be anything other than happy—and hers.
Fallon loved me for the man I was and inspired me to be more. Not because I wasn’t enough, but because I wanted to give her the world. The fact she insisted her world include me?
I listened.
“It won’t be easy,” I said in the quiet room. Rain pitter-pattered against the windows, the heat of summer breaking with the transition into fall.
Fallon’s finger traced beneath my navel, a slow sweep through the downy hair as she kissed along my chest. “Doesn’t mean it’s not right.”
Jake’s fingers tangled lazily in my hair as he nuzzled into my neck, his breath tickling my skin. “Or worth it,” he added.
“And if you tire of me or resent me because things get hard?” I hated feeling needy and insecure. But the only way to push against those worries was to share them.Personal growth and all that. Tunneling and hiding in my shame hadn’t served me well.
Jake sighed. “It’s not you joining my relationship with Fallon. Or me joining yours with her. Or her joining ours.”
“It’s all of us,” she said softly. “You’re my partner just as much as Jake.”
“And I’m…”
“My partner just as much as Fallon,” he grumbled, sounding somewhat displeased to admit that. Didn’t matter. He said it. I had a witness.
I whooped and clapped my hands, cracking the room and causing Fallon to startle. Jake appeared unsurprised.
“And we’re all together, too. Hot damn.” I gave them each a pointed look. “That’s some good stuff.”
Jake yawned, tucking his arm behind his head as he stared out the bedroom window, his eyes half-hooded and on the verge of sleep. I’d drained him of life and was damn proud, but we weren’t done yet.
“You were right,” I said, my head on his shoulder as I held Fallon’s hand. “I was looking for excuses to leave because I was scared and insecure. That won’t go away overnight.”
“Don’t mind you needy,” Jake mumbled. “I like the way you make up for it.” Fallon reached over to flick his forehead, and he peeked open an eye. “What?”
Much sweeter, she said, “I meant it when I said you’re perfect as you are, Beau. What we’ve stumbled upon? I thought it was a beautiful, loving, glorious surprise. But as soon as you landed in our bed, it didn’t feel like such a surprise in our relationship. In some ways, you’ve always been here.”
Jake agreed. “She means in her perverted and dirty fantasies. She’s been building this roster since high school. Scouting her perfect team.”
I laughed when she launched across the bed, fingers outstretched as she attempted to gain traction, tickling up his ribs and over his belly.
“Save me, Beau-Bear!” Jake cried, cackling and squealing.
Beau-Bear.
“Fallon, you swore!” I adored all she could do with her mouth, but blabbering my secrets was not on that list.
“Relax,” he comforted, easing me down again with his palm on my chest. “Jason told me your sweet nickname.”
“My best friend?” I said indignantly.
With a heavy sigh, Jake murmured, “I’m your best friend, Beau. Take a nap. We’ve got shit to do today.”
“Called it,” I whispered, tracing a finger over my proud smile.