Chapter 42
Chapter Forty-Two
JESSICA
We’re all breathing heavily, a sweaty mass of limbs as we all lay on the bed. I’m honestly not sure how much more my body can take, and I’m seriously beginning to wonder if anyone has ever died from pleasure before, because at this rate it’s a huge possibility.
These men are literally taking things to another level entirely. It’s as though us getting married has released something profound, making them even more insatiable than ever.
I’m in no way complaining, and the thought of them both taking my pussy together has my core pulsing.
I used to worry I wouldn’t be able to keep up with them.
They have such healthy sexual appetites.
But I need not have worried, they never make me feel like I’m not enough or that I don’t belong.
And I’ve never felt like a spare wheel, watching them makes my body pulse and my core flutter in expectation as they pleasure one another.
What I did to Caleb, finger-fucking his arse, has my cheeks growing hotter by the second. He notices, wiping my hair off my forehead as he somehow still manages to hold his weight off me.
“What has you blushing like that, little temptress?” he asks, resting on his elbow as he stares down at me, his thick eyelashes sweeping down as he gazes over my flushed face.
I chew on my lip before letting out a breath. He prides himself on honesty and transparency, so I go with the truth.
“That you let me do that… with my fingers earlier,” I reply, my gaze sweeping over his face. He’s so beautiful it hurts.
He gives me his signature smirk, his eyebrow raised. “Why would I not?” he questions, his thumb brushing down my face and over my clavicle. “My body is yours—yours and Noah’s. There’s not many hard limits I have where the two if you are concerned,” he admits.
“Hard limits?” I frown.
“Yeah. For example, I will never share either of you with anyone else,” he says in response.
“Well, no, of course not,” I reply, the notion absolutely absurd.
Noah lies on my other side, stroking smoothing circles over my thigh.
“That’s a given,” he says, his eyes moving from Caleb to me. “It’s not really occurred to me that you might like to dabble in anal play with either of us.”
A small aftershock pulses through my core; these men make me positively insatiable.
“I’m happy to explore it more,” I reply, my gaze flicking between my husbands. The thought has my lips lifting into the biggest smile. “We’re married,” I say, still on cloud nine. “The three of us are actually married.”
Noah’s smile mirrors mine. “Indeed, we are, sweet girl.”
“You both complete me,” Caleb says. “Thank you, thank you for being mine.”
He lowers his face to mine and seals his words with a tender kiss to my lips before pulling back and leaning over me to Noah and kissing him in kind, the sight so reverent I could actually cry.
When they part, Noah leans down and kisses me softly.
I groan as I squeeze my thighs together, sticky and wet with Caleb’s cum. Our bedding must be saturated. He pulls back, smiling down at me as Caleb says, “Stay there.” And he climbs off the bed.
Noah’s fingers skim over my bare flesh as he continues to stare down at me, resting his chin in his palm.
“I love this look on you,” he says. “When your skin is flushed by the marks of our lovemaking and your cunt is overflowing with our cum.”
I nod, because I see it in the way his eyes darken and how his cock is hardening again.
“You’re filthy,” I sass just as Caleb re-appears, a damp flannel in his hand.
“Bath is running,” he says, kneeling on the bed. “Spread your pretty thighs for me.”
I do as he says, my eyes watching as he takes his sweet time cleaning me so gently and tenderly, but I can’t hide my small gasps at how overused my pussy is right now.
“The bath will help,” Noah says, but I don’t miss the satisfied look in his eyes. The idea that I’ll be feeling the aftermath of our fucking and lovemaking for days no doubt lighting another fire in his soul.
“Hmm, maybe we should all go to bed afterwards,” I reply, keeping my face as impassive as possible.
Caleb’s movements still as Noah’s lips part in surprise at my suggestion.
“Whatever you need, sweet girl,” he replies.
Caleb nods his agreement. “Your comfort will always be our priority.”
Those two responses make me want to marry them all over again and forgo the bath for what will come after.
My lips lift into a wicked grin, and Noah’s eyes widen. “Were you teasing us, sweet girl?” he asks.
I chew on my lower lip. “Maybe.”
Caleb smiles. “I do love it when you’re a brat,” he says.
“Come on. Let’s get you in that bath,” Noah says, sitting up, his dick now fully erect again.
I’m a little lightheaded as I sit up.
“Easy, little one,” Caleb says, his expression full of concern as Noah reaches for a bottle of water I hadn’t even noticed before.
He unscrews the cap. “Here, drink.”
I take some well-needed mouthfuls and let out a sigh as I pass it back to him.
“Thank you.”
Caleb lifts me into his arms before I’ve even had a chance to stand. I rest against his shoulder as he carries me bridal style into the bathroom. The smell of my favourite bath oil hits my senses.
No more words are exchanged as, together, they help me into the tub and then join me. Caleb at my back and Noah at my front.
I rest my head back on Caleb’s chest and close my eyes, soaking in the tranquillity of the moment. Noah’s thumbs press into the balls of my feet, causing me to let out a satisfied moan.
I sink into a state of utter bliss. When I blink again, I feel fingers massaging into my scalp and I groan. Fuck, that feels amazing.
“Enjoy your nap, little one?” Caleb whispers into my ear, causing me to shiver.
“Did I fall asleep?” I ask, my voice a little hoarse.
“You did, but it’s okay. It took us a while to find all those pins in your hair,” Noah says, his eyes flicking to the small pile on the edge of the bath.
“Just need to rinse out the conditioner,” Caleb says as Noah showers my hair while Caleb guides my head back.
Conditioner? When did they shampoo?
“I really did fall asleep, huh?”
I close my eyes as they work together to rinse my hair followed by my body, and then they release the plug.
I feel as though I’m in a dreamlike state as they help me from the bath, dry me off, and wrap me in a fluffy robe.
Noah pulls out the hairdryer and begins to dry the ends of my hair.
It’s only when he switches off the hair dryer and I look down to tighten my robe I see the embossed embroidery.
Mrs Harrington-Knight. The pad of my thumb runs over the beautiful script.
“Oh my God, did you do this?” I ask, glancing at their reflections in the mirror.
I notice their robes and spin to face them fully, noting both of theirs are embroidered with Mr Harrington-Knight. I love that we’re all legally changing our surnames.
“We did.”
I reach out for each of their hands.
“It’s perfect, I love it.”
They both smile at me, and I swear I could burst with joy.
“Come,” Caleb says and tugs me out of the bathroom and back to the bedroom. I notice the bed has fresh linen and we also have a large charcuterie board.
“Come, let’s eat.”
I laugh as my stomach grumbles, all of us getting comfortable as we tease each other with the food.These are the moments I love the most.
Eventually, I push away my plate, having ate way too much.
“I’m stuffed,” I say.
Noah smirks as he licks his thumb and forefinger. “Not yet, you’re not, but you will be,” he says, winking.
Butterflies erupt to life in my lower stomach, my nipples hardening under the soft cotton robe. Even when I think I can’t take anymore, these two men prove me wrong.
“Now, I’m ready for dessert. What about you, Noah?” Caleb asks, moving the plates and board over to the ottoman.
“Definitely,” he replies as he moves towards me.
“Lay down, sweet girl.”
I shuffle back and lay down as he reaches for the belt of my robe and pulls it open, revealing my naked body beneath.
The mattress dips as Caleb moves beside him, each of them reaching for an ankle as they open me up to them.
They lay down on their fronts, nestled between my thighs and eat me out for dessert, but every time I’m about to come, they ease off.
“Please,” I say for what feels like the twentieth time. “Let me come.”
They both chuckle, stripping out of their robes.
Noah moves into a sitting position and leans back against the headboard.
“Straddle him, Wife,” Caleb says.
I let out a shaky breath, climb over Noah, and sit back on his thighs. His hands on my hips.
“Lift up, Jessica,” Caleb says. “And remember what your safe word is if you need it.”
I nod and say the word out loud. “Formidable.”
“Good girl,” Noah says as he lines his cock up with my entrance. “Now sit.”
Slowly, I lower myself until he’s all the way inside and we both sigh.
He immediately takes control from below as he lifts me up and down, working me until I’m about ready to come and then he stops, and I almost cry out in frustration.
“Patience, little temptress,” Caleb says into my ear.
I can hear the lube being opened as he preps himself.
My breathing becomes ragged with anticipation
“Up,” he says.
I reach for Noah’s shoulders and push myself up onto my knees, hovering over his lap as Caleb gets into position behind me.
Noah reaches between us, and I look down at his hand wrapped around both their cocks, glistening with lube and my juices.
Unable to keep my whimper at bay, I gasp as Caleb’s lips caress my shoulder.
“You can take us, little temptress, slow and steady. You’re in control, okay?” His fingers find my entrance before he enters me, filling me with two, no, three thick fingers and then begins to move them expertly. My body reacting automatically as I ride his hand.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Noah says. “You’re fucking his fingers so good.” His voice is a deep baritone.
I’m close again when Caleb slowly eases his fingers out of me, leaving me empty and wanting.
I look down as Noah sits up, Caleb still at my back. I’m the perfect filling to a Caleb and Noah sandwich.
And then I slowly lower myself until the thick heads of both their cocks press against my entrance.
“That’s it, good girl, we won’t move until you say so, okay?”
I nod and bite on my bottom lip as I continue to lower myself, it’s impossible not to tense up out of instinct. Noah moves a hand to my breast and Caleb slips his around my stomach, his fingers teasing my clit.
They are so damn patient with me as I slowly work to take more of them, pausing the fuller I become. Even with the lube and how turned on I am there’s still a burn but I fucking love being stuffed by them.
Carefully, I keep going until they’re fully seated inside me, and I let out a ragged breath, feeling them everywhere, so damn deep.
“You good?” Noah asks, his words skating across my lips.
I nod.
“Words, Jessica. We need your words,” Caleb whispers against my ear.
I swallow hard.
“Please, move,” I reply.
Caleb chuckles but it’s Noah who says, “As you wish, Wife.”
And then they begin to move so in sync with one another. They start off slow, easing me into a rhythm, as much as you can when you’re double stuffed by two giant cocks.
I surrender, giving myself over to them completely, trusting them implicitly with all that I am, as they really begin to fuck me.
My hands grip Noah’s shoulders as I hold on for the ride.
“Ahh, right... oh fuck... there. Right. Fucking. There,” I chant as they hit me somewhere deeper. I’m a garbled mess as I try to talk, but I am at their complete and utter mercy.
Caleb bites down on my shoulder, a claiming. He’s never bitten hard enough to pierce my skin before, but there’s a first time for everything.
Noah’s mouth moves to my breast as he sucks my peak into his mouth, his teeth clamping over my nipple.
All the while fucking me in tandem with Caleb.
And I know before it happens, I’m about to lose control completely.
“That’s it, chase it, Jessica,” Noah says on a grunt as he moves harder, faster. Caleb joining suit as he looks down at their embedded cocks deep inside me.
“Yes, Jessica,” Caleb growls. “That’s it, show us your pleasure. Give us everything. Every. Fucking. Thing.”
And I do. I come hard, squirting, crying out as I writhe between them as they fuck me senseless and straight into another climax until I’m in a subspace.