Stalker
I was desperate to be inside Daya. Having her suck me off, then stroke my cock as my best friend fucked her, made me wild. And the expression on Predator’s face and the sounds he made told me she was incredible. I’d never heard him make those sounds with anyone else we shared.
He caught my gaze. Groaning as he withdrew his softening cock, Predator rolled onto the bed next to Daya.
I was off the bed and between her legs in a flash.
I rolled her onto her belly, jerked her hips up, and then sank into her.
A gut-wrenching groan escaped. My breath caught.
Despite the slickness of Predator’s cum inside of her, she was still super snug.
The feel of those muscles massaging my aching length made me hiss.
Daya whimpered. But when I began thrusting, she surprised me by pushing up on her elbows and thrusting her hips back to meet my strokes. I was in ecstasy when Predator spoke up.
“Feel that, Dolcezza. Feel how good Rigg’s cock feels in that tight pussy of yours. God, baby, you make sure you fuck him good. Make him yell as you made me. I saw stars. So good. Hey, Riggs, how is it?” He called out.
I grunted with every thrust, but I answered him. “Fucking. Amazing. Christ!”
The smell of our combined scents was heavy in the air. Her whimpers and moans mixed with my groans and hisses. The slap of naked skin made it somehow hotter. I’d never had a woman feel this spectacular.
I watched Predator kissing her leisurely, then he reached under her and twisted her nipple. The contraction it caused in her pussy made me groan.
“Feel that, do ya? Yeah, so did I when you were sucking her tits. Daya, do you want Riggs to do you harder?” he asked.
“Mmm, oh, God, yes,” she wailed.
Closing my eyes, I let myself loose. I hammered her, but I knew by the sounds she made that she was loving it.
I lost track of time. It could've been minutes or hours before I felt my balls tightening and the tingle racing toward my sac.
I reached around and found her clit. I pinched it.
That did it. She shouted, and her body bucked as she clamped around my jerking cock.
Her pussy tore stream after stream of cum from my cock, draining my balls more than the blow job earlier.
When we stopped orgasming, I sank onto her back.
I panted heavily as I kissed her shoulders and neck.
I licked her salty skin. I knew what this meant and what I needed to tell her.
But first, I had to recover the ability to talk and move.
Once I did, we’d get ourselves cleaned up and back in bed before broaching that topic. I should wait, but I couldn't.
I sighed when my soft cock slipped free of her body.
I didn’t want to move, but she needed care.
We’d done a lot tonight, and I didn’t want her to be sore.
I eased up and onto the other side of her on the mattress.
Her eyes were closed, facing toward me, but there was a beautiful smile on her face.
I pushed her hair away from her cheeks. Slowly, she opened them.
She gave me a sweet smile. I rubbed my thumb back and forth over her cheek and mouth. Predator rubbed her back.
The three of us lay there, basking in the afterglow. There was no need for words at the moment. Those would come later. Her yawn broke the spell.
“Babe, let’s get you up and into the bathroom. We got you all messy. Let us clean you up,” I murmured.
“He’s right. You can’t sleep until you're clean. Come on,” Predator urged her.
Reluctantly, she complied with us after we got up and tugged her gently to her feet.
We held onto her as we walked her into the bathroom.
The shower was separate from the tub, and when the club built them, they hadn’t been stingy with the size.
They made the showers more than big enough for two people.
Meaning the three of us, with some maneuvering, could all fit into it together.
As Predator held her, I got the water started.
It wouldn’t take long to have hot water.
All of these units had tankless water heaters.
When the water was hot, I got in first and tested it, adjusting the handle before I nodded. Predator eased her in, then he brought up the rear. Daya sighed as the hot spray pelted down on her.
“Hair first, the shampoo and conditioner are behind you,” I told him.
As he twisted to get it, I freed the removable shower head, turning it into a wand. I soaked her hair until it was wet enough to make a lather.
“I can wash it,” she said.
“You just relax and let us take care of you. You need to get used to this, Daya. We want to take care of our woman,” I told her.
“That’s right. You’re giving us so much. Let us do more for you,” Predator added.
“What am I giving you that you think is so much?” She asked.
“First, you agreed to this unusual arrangement. We know it isn’t easy to be in a threesome. You’re committing to being our old lady, and all that entails. You’re entrusting us with you and your safety. The list goes on,” Predator told her.
“And you, hands down, gave us the best sex of our lives. There was no hesitation. And then there’s one other thing for me,” I said, pausing.
“What’s that?” Daya asked.
I paused in shampooing her hair. She looked up at me, but not before I caught Predator’s gaze and mouthed I love her. He nodded and mouthed back, Me too.
“I love you, Dayanara Crane,” I confessed.
Predator turned her head so she could see him as well. “And I love you, too.”
Her mouth dropped open. Astonishment gave way to delight on her face.
“Lord, I thought I was crazy for thinking the same thing. And it was before the sex. I love you, Riggs and Kian,” she stated boldly.
A growl came out of me, and a rumble from Predator. He got to her lips before I did. He gave her a thorough kiss before breaking contact and turning her head toward me. I latched onto her sweet mouth and sealed my oath. We were all a bit dazed and breathless when I was done.
“We knew we loved you before the sex, by the way,” Predator clarified as he took the shower wand and tilted her head to rinse out the soap. I got the conditioner ready.
“So did I. I know we were all tested and came back negative. But we didn’t talk about pregnancy. I want you to know that I’m on birth control, so no worries about the fact that we didn’t use anything. I never went without before. See how crazy you make me,” she said.
“Melyster, I don’t care if you’re on birth control or not. For me, you having our baby will be a blessing. However, if you want to wait, I’m fine with that. Unless you don’t want kids,” I stated, hoping I wasn’t going too far.
Predator was rinsing the conditioner away. I waited before getting the loofah and body wash she’d brought.
“I do want children. I just want to wait a bit. This relationship has hit us so fast. I’d like time for us to settle in, spend time together, and get rid of Marshall. Once that happens, I’m more than happy to get pregnant. Though…”
Her words trailed off. She wore an uncomfortable look.
“Though what?” Predator asked.
She remained quiet, and I was about to prompt her to continue when she spoke again.
“I don’t want you to think I’m demanding anything from either of you.
I’m not. Just…I need time to adjust my thinking.
I always thought I’d be married when I had kids.
I know it’s not possible with us, but I need time to get that concept out of my head.
Does that make sense? Please, don’t be upset,” Daya pleaded.
“Babe, you don’t need to ask us not to be upset.
We’re not. And, truth be told, I want to marry the mother of my children.
I don’t care if people think it’s old-fashioned.
All the guys in our club and the others we’re friends with, marry their old ladies and old men, even though technically in our world, being our old lady is the same as being married,” I rushed to tell her.
“He’s right. We will be married in our world, but I agree. I want more. We know we can’t both legally wed you, but we can have one of us do it, and the other have a commitment ceremony. That’s what Steel and Hammer and the other throuples did,” Predator added.
“But I don’t want one of you to feel left out,” she protested.
I thought about what a couple of our friends did. “We can all change our last name. We can become Sabatelli-Bryne, or Bryne-Sabatelli,” I suggested.
“You’d do that?” Daya asked.
“Hell yeah,” I replied.
“Me, too. It sounds perfect. While we want a marriage certificate, we know we’re equally married even without it,” Predator told her.
“And with one of those, your beautiful name will be even more unique. I love Dayanara Sabatelli-Bryne or Dayanara Bryne-Sabatelli,” I confessed.
“How about whoever I don’t marry gets to be the first last name?” she suggested.
“I like it,” Predator and I both said at the same time.
“Then it’s settled. Now, let’s get you finished and ourselves washed so we can get some sleep. We have work tomorrow,” I reminded them.
With reluctance, we left any further discussion until tomorrow. We’d gotten so much tonight—no need to be greedy.