Chapter 40
I knew I wanted to marry Ollie, even though this strange polyamorous relationship has us loving more than one man.
I think he’ll say yes, but he’s always so open about sharing and being shared.
Sometimes it’s Knox he wants or Roman, and I love watching him as he gives himself so beautifully to the lover of his choice.
I know he loves the feel of a crop from Knox, and I can’t blame him, Knox is a master when it comes to that kind of playtime.
My worry is if he’ll think that a wedding ring means stopping his time with the others. It won’t.
I want the ceremony, the way of sharing our love with our friends and family.
“What’s going on?” Knox stands next to me as I watch our boys in the shower. “This is hardly the place for the furrows of concentration on your forehead. It’s rather a nice view,” he says, then calls out to Roman. “Get on your knees for him.”
My brow smooths as the boy drops to his knees and takes Ollie’s flaccid cock into his mouth, bringing it quickly to fully erect. “I want to ask him to marry me,” I say to Knox. I know the two in the shower won’t hear me over the spray of the water.
“Why don’t you then? You’re not worried he’ll say no, are you?”
“Of course I am; weren’t you when you asked Roman?” It’s been four or five months since he proposed to a totally unexpected Roman. They’re in the process of planning it, wanting to keep it casual, but still full of all the meanings of commitment.
“No, I knew he’d say yes. I got the feeling he was going to ask me if I didn’t get to it. Ollie loves you, and he’ll say yes. Have you got a ring?”
I nod. “I’ve had it for about two months. I want to make sure he understands I want to marry him for him, not because you asked Roman. I’m not sure he does at the moment.”
Knox nods, still watching the blowjob going on in front of us. The glass doors are designed not to steam up. “Just do it, he’ll notice you acting strangely if you keep scowling.”
It’s my turn to nod. “Yeah, something like that. I want to fuck him first.” I strip out of my clothes just as it looks like he’s about to come. “Hold on to it, boy. It’s my turn.”
I turn the shower off and let Roman step out into the large towel Knox is holding out for him.
I take his hand and lead him to the double sink vanity unit. “Look at how beautiful you are, all flushed, aroused, yet denied your orgasm. Do you know how much I love you? Do you know that I will always want you.”
He nods, but there’s still a shadow of doubt in his eyes. “I love you too.”
I open the drawer and pull out the bottle of lube. Every room is fully stocked due to our insatiable desires. “Spread your legs,” I whisper, then bite his ear lobe.
It doesn’t take long to get him prepped; his love of the burn comes in handy when I want him like this.
As I slide deep inside him, he rises onto his toes, and I bend my knees.
Once I’m balls deep, I slow down, barely moving inside him.
He’s struggling to hold still and not rock back and fuck himself, our eyes lock.
I continue our conversation. “I’ve been wanting to say something to you, but it never seems to be the right moment.
It’s hard to find the time when it’s just the two of us together.
” I rock a little more, groaning when I feel his muscles flutter and tighten around me.
“When is the right time to get you alone?” I muse and rock a tiny bit more.
“You have me alone now,” he says, his words a groan as I withdraw a fraction of an inch, to slide straight in again.
“That’s true, do I have your full attention? Or are you waiting for me to fuck you harder, your concentration lost for now?” I suck on his neck, knowingly leaving a mark.
“I…I’m listening, Sir.” He’s panting; I know how close he’s getting.
“That’s good to know.” I pull all the way out and with a flick of my hips fill him again, the sounds coming out of him are proving him wrong. “Focus on my words, boy, not what I’m doing to you. This bit is important.” I fuck him hard for a few strokes, then slow down to nothing but pulses.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good boy.” I pull the drawer open again and reach for the box I’d put there earlier. “I only want one word from you, which one is up to you and will not change my love for you.”
He frowns, but I start to thrust again, and rapture takes over his expression.
“Will you marry me?” I say slowly, matching a word to each shallow thrust and stare at him in the mirror.
As he hears the four little words, confusion washes over his face, and he tries to work out what I’ve said.
I know he never would have expected me to ask in the situation.
Maybe that’s why the need to do it right now is so strong.
I’m holding my breath but still moving in and out of his body, letting my cock graze over his prostate.
Then I see it, the moment he understands my words.
But his reaction is not the one I hoped for, he frowns, looks down at the counter.
The box with the platinum ring hidden inside sits, blue velvet striking on a white surface.
I keep the slow movements going, mainly so I don’t deflate at the imminent refusal.
“Why?” he says, looking at me in the mirror.
I halt instantly. I can see the blood draining from my face as I look at my reflection, not able to meet his gaze anymore.
“Why here, why now?”
“Because it’s when we are only thinking of each other.”
I pull free of his body and step away from him. A look of panic rises on his face, and I can’t bring myself to be here. I turn and walk out.
Roman and Knox are getting dressed, both red faced and smiling after their very quick quickie. “What? What’s going on?” Roman stops pulling the T-shirt down his body. “What’s happened? Where’s Ollie?”
Knox, obviously more up to date with my thoughts than Roman, sighs. “He said no.” It wasn’t a question.
I shrug because technically he didn’t; he didn’t say yes either. “He said why.” I grab the navy-blue bath robe from the back of the bedroom door and walk out, heading for mine and Ollie’s bedroom.
Surprise at Ollie sitting cross-legged on the bed has me stopping. He lifts his head from looking down between his legs. “I wanted to say yes. I’ve wanted you to ask me from the day you told me you loved me.”
“Why didn’t you, then?” I can hear the sadness in my voice, so it’s not shock he can too.
“Because nobody has ever picked me before. Everything inside me knows that you love me, but everything in my head tells me it’s not real.
I keep waiting for the three of you to realise that you don’t need me, that you’re doing great with what you all have together.
Then Knox proposed, and it was so beautiful, and they were so happy, the whole family was, and you didn’t ask me. ”
I want to tell him he’s being silly, that he’s so loved and wanted by me and Knox and Roman, but he doesn’t need to hear that.
He won’t believe me if I do. Instead, I take the little blue box that’s between his legs and drop to one knee.
“I’m going to ask you every day until you say yes, because I want you, Ollie.
I would learn to live without our other loves, but I couldn’t without you.
What do you say now? Will you marry me?”
He shifts his eyes from the box to my face and says quietly. “Yes, please.” Then, on an after-note, smiles shyly. “If what’s in there is good enough.”
“They will never agree,” Ollie says to me in a hushed whisper that we hope doesn’t travel to the ears of our fiancés. “But just imagine how good it will be, and Pops would be ecstatic and will have it organised in no time at all.”
It’s a great idea and suits us down to the ground, we may be marrying our own lovers, but we are a foursome.
A joint marriage will take a lot of pressure, time, and money off us all.
“We’ll be inviting the same people to both, so putting it together would be worth it. Which of us should suggest it?”
“We do it together.”
“What are you two plotting? I can put your mouth to much better use.” Knox grabs me and tugs me against him; his mouth connects to mine, and I’m soon melting into him. “Get on your knees.”
Why does he have this effect on me? We’ve been together for over two years, and the moment he lowers his voice and the gravelly demand comes out, I’m putty in his hands.
I drop and nuzzle up against his groin in the soft leather trousers; I adore his scent and as soon as his zip is down, I can peel the fabric apart and release his rapidly hardening cock.
I will never tire of this sight; his dick is a work of beauty.
Long and thick, with a plump head that I love to swirl my tongue around like an ice cream.
As I ease it out, I lick the pearl of precum that has bloomed to nestle in the slit, humming at the sweet, salty flavour.
Knox pushes the leather apart further, and I can sink down his length until my nose touches his neatly trimmed pubes. I look up at him, and his gaze should set me on fire with the heat of lust staring back at me. “Just your mouth, boy.”
I clasp my hands behind my back and slide up and down his length, my saliva making it easier each time I swallow him down.
When he runs his fingers through my hair and grips it just enough to sting so deliciously, I know he’s about to take over, and I need to keep my jaw slack.
He doesn’t hold back; I’d be disappointed if he did.
I never want him to go easy on me; he loves watching me writhe under his hand, a flogger or cane, but he loves the gasp of air I drag into my lungs when he eases out of my throat and lets me breathe again.
It’s not going to take him long to come, and I can feel his balls draw up against my chin as he grips tighter.
Then with a deep growl, he comes, pouring his load into my throat and mouth, then letting the last spurts hit my cheek and chin.
“Don’t swallow.” He pulls me up from my knees and turns me to Ollie. “Clean him up for me, boy.”