Chapter 11
Bunny
Why is man ring shopping so fucking hard?
Seriously.
There’s no reason this shit should be this difficult.
Or maybe it’s not?
Maybe it’s just that shopping for our man a ring is difficult.
Which doesn’t make sense.
He himself is quite a simple creature.
His personality spreadsheet is probably the easiest I’ve ever navigated.
He loves beer – lighter in the fall, darker in the winter.
Loves to build – more things for the home than shit under the hood I’m learning.
Loves food – grilling or just eating are both acceptable options but baking is not.
And lastly – however not least – fucking.
And I mean fucking , not “making love”.
That’s not his preferred anything… ever.
He loves being the one to fuck or being the one fucked or even watching us fuck but he does not care for slow and gentle and stretched out softness during sex.
I’ll admit it though.
It is sweet watching him try that shit for Kid.
Me.
I honestly think I need it less than him, but what matters is that we all try to provide one another with what they want versus just ourselves.
Which is an impressive feat considering there are three people’s feelings to constantly be sorting through.
Light grumbles begin to my left prompting me to redirect my attention away from my phone to where Kid is stirring awake beside me. The sight of him giving his unkempt, black hair its usual morning ruffle effortlessly pulls a crooked grin to my face.
Mutt is simple; however, Kid is not.
Sure, at first glance, it’s easy to conclude he likes cars.
Like…lives and breathes cars.
But when you really get into the different tabs of his psyche you see something else.
He – in a weird way – is a car.
Straightforward.
Mechanical.
Predictable.
You look at it and understand the basics.
It’s gonna drive.
It’s gonna get you from point A to B.
It needs an engine and means to make it go.
Again.
Pretty elementary.
Yet in the same breath it’s so complex and crafty.
Intricate and intense.
Simultaneously, a work of art as well as a seemingly simplistic machine.
It’s like a never-ending list of data to sort.
I love it.
I love him.
Fuck, I love them both.
I love them both and am so grateful they found me.
Kept me.
Fought for me.
With me.
I don’t know why but the with me part matters more to me.
Heartwarming sensations soar through my system pushing me to switch my phone to my left hand.
Stretch over my right.
Gently brush strands away on his forehead, ultimately receiving happy hums alongside his bleary gaze. “Morning, baby.”
Tenderness deepens to the point where it can be undeniably heard in my tone. “Morning.”
Kid lovingly captures my fingers to plant a kiss on my knuckles. “You sleep okay?”
“I did.”
“And our son?”
It’s impossible not to mirthfully roll my eyes. “What are you gonna do if it’s a girl?”
“Double check the VIN,” he playfully pokes as I return to scrolling for rings on my phone with both hands. “Return it to its rightful owner.”
An amused headshake is all I can deliver.
“What are you doing?” Lazily tucking one arm behind his head precedes him pointing to the screen. “Oh, I like that one. Those look like tire marks.”
“I think that’s wood.”
“I like that one.” He gestures again to another choice further down. “Those look like loose nails.”
“Those are something called…” my face cranes a little closer to read, “trigons.”
“That sounds like a wannabe Transformer .”
Giggles thoughtlessly escape during my continued browsing.
“Oh! Oh!” Kid stops my perusing to point a third time. “I realllyyyyy like that one, but not in yellow gold.”
“You already have one,” I tease at the same time I meet his stare. “We need one for Mutt.”
“I don’t want shit in yellow either,” grumbles the male to my right, instantly collecting our attention.
“How about we get you a collar for your neck instead?” Humor meanders through my expression while watching him leisurely scratch his chest. “It’s like a big engagement ring that also tells people where to return you when you get lost in your old age.”
“Awfully fucking mouthy this morning, Rabbit.” An oversized yawn is executed with his eyes still closed. “Don’t make me put something in it.”
The tasty threat has me tightening my thighs and Kid salaciously suggesting, “Why don’t you put something in mine instead?”
At that, Mutt lifts one lid and languorously strokes his cock under the blanket. “You want this instead of coffee?”
Reluctance for him to nod is non-existent.
“Then come suck, you greedy, little fuck,” huskily instructs our fiancé on a swift cover removal. “Across Rabbit’s lap.” Both of his hands get tucked underneath his head. “ Ass up. ”
Lowering my hands occurs prior to him getting in the commanded position; however, the instant he’s there, the instant his balls are dangling right above the fingers that were holding my phone, I can’t stop myself from feathering them.
Cupping them.
Tugging gently but firmly enough that he has no choice except to moan alongside his swallowing.
“ Fuckkkkk, ” Sir hungrily groans in tandem with his hips lifting. “ Do that shit again, you dirty, little slut. ”
So, I do.
I lightly stroke his nuts once more before pulling.
This time rather than merely groaning, he rocks into the action.
Wordlessly requests more.
Convinces me to wind my hand around his cock and latch the other onto his locks.
Shove him further down Sir’s shaft.
Force him to choke.
Gag.
Gasp for air while we watch spit trickle towards the base of our partner’s dick.
“ Fuckkkk ,” huffs our fiancé, preparing to replace my hand with his. “ Keep that shit up. ”
“ No hands, Sir, ” I saucily scold. “ Just watch. ” Dragging Kid to the very tip of his cock allows him the briefest moment of reprieve. “ Watch me feed our favorite, filthy fuck his breakfast. ”
Deep, dark rumbles rattle his chest and reverberate around the room.
Those sounds combined with Kid’s whimpers convince me to savagely push him back down.
Squeeze his dick tighter.
Slowly stroke it with my hand to the same unhurried speed I’m using his mouth to blow Sir.
“ Get that shit in his fuckin’ throat, ” demands our third as his breathing becomes more labored. “ Don’t let our hungry, little fuck starve. ”
Needier whines are attached to headier sucking.
And bobbing.
And bouncing.
Exchanging gradual jerks for faster ones naturally leads to Kid abandoning all languidness.
The feeling of his fingers anchoring deeper into the mattress and his knees knocking into my phone and his cock swelling against my palm spur me to rapidly smear precum up and down and up and down his length to the same ceaseless speed that he’s slathering his spit on Sir’s shaft.
His hitched breaths add additional constrictions that have our fiancé practically levitating off the mattress.
Groaning.
Growling.
Tensing him from toes to torso.
Straining his neck.
Tightening his jaw.
Forgoing breathing for fear of missing a second of the back breaking bliss.
“ Is it good, babe ?” leaves me on a purr as I pick up the pace of pumping until it’s no longer clear if I’m fucking him with my hand or if my hand is being fucked by him.
“ Is that what you needed? ” I airily pant about the stickiness coating every inch of my fingers.
“ Is that what our perfect, little fuck needed? ”
His response is delivered in the delicious form of a raspy grunt cough, a raspy grunt cough that has our future husband huskily huffing, “ Fuckkkkkkk, you dirty, little whore… ” His larger frame flexes in obvious resistance. “ You just want me to feed him cum, don’t you? ”
“ Come, ” I coo and lean in closer to them both. “ Come in his mouth and then let him feed it to me. ”
“ Fuck! ” escapes at the top of his lungs prior to propelling himself upward to pound our younger soulmates throat once…twice…three times more. “ Fuckkkk! ”
This time cum sloppily shoots into Kid’s throat causing his frame to slightly contort; however, rather than struggle to swallow such a large load, he struggles not to.
To save some in his mouth to deliver it to me.
Getting completely off of Sir is swiftly followed by him roughly positioning himself between my thighs.
Spreading them wide.
Shoving his cock inside my pussy at the exact same moment his tongue invades my mouth.
Screams are smothered out by thick globs of cum being slopped around while Kid frenziedly thrashes on top of me, more concerned with where he’s going to come rather than if I am.
Gripping onto his sides as opposed to his arms unleashes a hiss that’s even more delectable to me than Mutt’s salty reward overwhelming my senses.
Kid ferally bucks and bucks and bucks all the while whirling and whirling and whirling his tongue to then grind his hips harder.
And faster.
And so forceful that my sopping wet muscles have no choice but to simply endure the savage pounding they weren’t expecting.
To swell and plead and beg for mercy.
And cum.
And to come.
“ Fuckin’ give it to her, you filthy, little fuck, ” commands Sir on a slap of Kid’s ass, sound and action alike tensing us both. “ Load our slutty, cum dumpster. ” Another spank totters his thrusts. Ignites thrums in my drenched depths. “ I wanna go diving. ”
Kid’s mouth falls from mine for his head to snap back on a barked, “ Fuck! ”
Scorching spurt on top of spurt sear the lightly twitching muscles only to then have them ruthlessly penetrated by Sir’s ferocious tongue that lashes around to lap up the mess.
It’s impossible to find my breath let alone catch it and even more impossible to keep both hands from burying themselves into their tangled locks as I ravenously ride his tongue.
Mouth.
Chin.
When his tongue eventually dives in again, it unexpectedly decides to wolfishly curl, ultimately applying the pressure I need to break.
This time my orgasmic screams are granted the access they were denied before.
I pull and howl while Kid nips at my neck.
Pull and buck as Sir sucks on my clit.
Pull and praise to anyone and everyone who can hear me about what is pens down the best part of waking up.