Epilogue – Travis #2
“Mmh,” She moaned when his cock tapped against her clit, and then she looked at me. “Can I grind on him?” Her green eyes were burning with passion as she swallowed. “Like that first night all three of us were together. Just like this.”
“Good girl.” I praised her, and her hips instantly lowered so his cock was pinned between her and him, rocking to rub against it.
Eli let a slew of curses fly that would have impressed a sailor as his hands gripped her hips, controlling the pace and pressure of her on his cock. I knew firsthand that he was battling an overwhelming amount of stimulation, and let him have that control.
Like a good, compassionate lover would.
Even if I weren’t blind with need.
Which I was.
I gripped the flared end of the dildo, holding it as her rocking hips forced it out and then back into her own ass, making her frantic with the need to come.
“Beg him.” Eli demanded, knowing how close she must be from the dual stimuli. “Beg big daddy Travis to come all over his toy and my cock.”
She grunted, groaning as I twisted the toy, changing the angle toward the front wall of her pussy, just how she liked.
Finally—finally with fire in her eyes—she looked over her shoulder and pouted like the pretty little sex fiend we all knew she was. “Please, can I come? You both feel so good, baby. I want to come all over your toy.”
“No.” I replied, picking up my pace in our husband’s ass, making him curse and groan as she kept rocking against his cock, trying to keep him in the right headspace as I fucked him for the first time.
“Bastard.” She hissed, her skin on fire, beads of perspiration rolling down that delicious line of her spine to the dimples over her ass. “Please!” She cried, desperate for it. “Please, Trav.”
“No.” I repeated, and slid my hand between their bodies, grabbing his cock and pulling it up. “But you may take him deep into your pussy. I want to see you stuffed tight with cock.”
“Fuck yes,” He begged perfectly, “Please baby, fuck my cock. Ride it. Just put it in, I don’t even care. I need it.”
“Damnit.” She cursed, and then took him, every long inch of him until she was so fucking pretty and stuffed. “God.”
“I’m close.” Eli cried, “Fuck her ass with it. Please!” He frantically gripped her hips so tight I knew she’d wear his fingertip prints for days. “Fuck me, harder. For the love of God, just let me come!”
I slammed in deep and then pulled out and did it again, rocking him in the swing as he tipped his head back in ecstasy before I gave in and gave them both what they needed.
I pulled her toy out and started fucking her with it, in perfect sync to my own thrusts, and both of them fell apart, incoherent cries and pleas falling from their lips as they lost their minds.
“Come for me.” I demanded, biting my lip to hold my own release off as I finally gave them what they wanted. “Both of you. Fill her up. Fill our wife up with your come while I give you mine.”
“Yes!” He roared as she shot off like a firecracker, squeezing down on his cock and her toy. “I’m coming, fuck yes, Trav. You’re making me come, baby. Black Cat, you feel so fucking good.”
“Good boy,” She purred, coming down off her high, but kept her hips moving to milk him as I roared, filling him up.
Her green eyes found mine, pride and love beaming through them as I got what I wanted from them both until my knees nearly gave out in pleasure.
“You too, Big Guy. You’re so fucking good to us. ”
I wanted to collapse onto our bed and catch my breath, but I couldn’t do that, not when they needed me.
I took care of them as I cleaned them up, rubbing their limbs back to life, regaining circulation as they stared at me with such wonder and trust in their eyes before I crawled into bed beside them.
Frankie curled into my chest, pulling Eli up against her back as he put his arm over my side, holding us all together with a content little smile on his pretty boy face.
Even years later, he was still such a fucking, shiny bright spot in our lives. I didn’t know how Frankie and I didn’t darken him with our broody dimness. But he was still just right. Perfection, really.
And Frankie, the literal glue that held our family together, bonded Eli and me together in ways we never longed for until we met her.
“Does this mean I have to return your gift?” she asked with a sly smile on her face as she hid it in my chest. “Since you’re obviously mad at us.”
Eli bit her shoulder with a wink, “No way, Black Cat. That was way too much fun to get rid of.”
She chuckled, looking up at me. “Are you still mad?”
“I was never mad.” I kissed her forehead, looking over at Eli. “Not for one second.”
“Just once I wish you’d get jealous,” Eli smarted with a smirk. “For even just a second.”
I snorted and waved him off, “I was more worried about my poor ceiling.”
Both of them scoffed at me with mild outrage before I soothed it, giving them the news I came home to share with them.
“But we’re not going to be able to enjoy your dirty little swing for a while.” I sighed as if it were a big disappointment.
“Why?” Frankie raised her head to look at me with a scowl. “What did you do?”
I shrugged as if it were no big deal. “Booked us a vacation in Italy for two weeks.”
They both jumped up to their knees in utter shock and excitement. “I’m sorry, excuse you, what?” Eli barked. “How the—”
“Well, that’s a lie.” I sat up, “It’s a week in Italy. And then a week on the French Island of Corsica.”
“Oh, my God!” Frankie screamed, shaking her head back and forth. “Wait! The office! And the kids! And—”
“All taken care of.” I said, cutting her off before kissing her deeply.
“The office will go on without us because you run such a great team. And the kids are going to have a blast exploring a foreign country or two with us. And Grandma Blake is going to be the best babysitter to entertain the kids at night while I do all the dirty and depraved I have planned for you both while we’re there. ”
“Jesus,” Eli sighed with a smile on his face as he threw himself back down on the pillow next to me. “You really do always take care of everything.”
“I take care of you.” I corrected, kissing him. “Happy anniversary, Husband.” Turning to Frankie, she kissed me eagerly, with an excited smile on her face. “Happy anniversary, Wife.”
“And to think,” She murmured sweetly against my lips.
“Years ago, I almost let a sexy, smile-happy firefighter take me home after I had a meltdown in the middle of the hockey rink thanks to my crazy kids.” She turned to Eli, and he beamed at her warmly, “But he kissed me senseless and then pushed me at his best friend and said something powerful that started it all.”
“What did he say?” I asked, trying to remember every detail from the night we both first kissed Frankie.
“Think of me when you kiss him goodnight.” Eli replied with a smirk. “And what a wild ride it’s been since then.”
The End.