by Lucia Black
“I did,” Cal echoed. “By that point, I’d decided to put my career ambitions first. Preston didn’t know it then, but that was when Bruno proposed this arrangement. I hadn’t accepted yet, but I knew I was going to. And then we found out Annabelle was pregnant.”
My mouth went dry. I hadn’t even given a thought to Libby once during all of this. Two men were having sex with Annabelle, but only one could be the father. For a fleeting second, I was worried that Libby might actually be Cal’s, but then I remembered the other dark spot in our otherwise perfect relationship. We couldn’t have kids. Cal couldn’t produce children.
“Oh my god,” I whispered. “That’s how you know you can’t have children.”
“Yes,” Cal worked his hands together in his lap. Again, he was forced to confront something he’d rather not talk about. He’d said he wished he could give me children, but he couldn’t. “When we found out Annabelle was pregnant, we didn’t know which of us was the father. We had to do paternity tests.”
“But that’s through DNA,” I said, not understanding the connection.
“I know.” He cleared this throat. “I, um—I went to my doctor for the swab to do the test. He asked me some general health questions and I mentioned something. Some swelling, at times. So, he took a look. One test led to another, and it would turn out my swimmers don’t swim.”
“Cal.” I didn’t know what else to say. I already knew he couldn’t have kids. I just didn’t know this part of the story. I wanted to cry. It was now my story too. I took his hand in both of mine and held it in my lap.
I looked over to Preston, seeing his jaw clench tightly together told me it wasn’t easy for him to hear this again either.
“It just didn’t work out in the long run. Annabelle was going to have Preston’s baby, and that was that. I didn’t want to give her up. But that was how it had to be.” His chest heaved as he took in a deep breath and then exhaled. “Preston won last time.”
“That’s not fair,” Preston snapped. “You pushed us away. It didn’t have to be like that. We didn’t want you gone. You left us. Nobody won. Jesus, man. Look at everything we lost. How the fuck do you call that winning?”
“Stop it, Preston. You’re not helping,” I chided.
Preston got up and went to the bar. He grabbed the tequila bottle and pulled the stopper, taking a long swig. He set it back down and returned to his spot on the coffee table. Resting his elbows on his legs, he leaned forward. “Annabelle and I didn’t want it to be like that. You know she didn’t. I was there when you left us. I know what she said to you.”
“It’s not a competition,” I said to Cal. “Why does anyone have to win? Why can’t I love you both and you both love me? It can be as simple and as pure as that.”
“It’s never that simple,” Cal answered.
“I never wanted to compete with you,” Preston said. “Annabelle loved us both for different reasons, just like I know we loved her for different reasons. It’s no different with Tessa.” I looked between them, trying to read the situation. “You’re my best friend, Cal. There’s no competition. And there’s never been anyone else I wanted a relationship like this with.”
I raised my hand. “Question. I have a question.”
They both looked at me like I was crazy.
“When you said you wanted a relationship with him . . . have you . . . I mean, have you both—”
Both of them laughed. It was Preston that answered. “No, not like that. We’re both straight, so it wasn’t that kind of threesome between us. But you have to understand, that level of intimacy was a relationship for us as well. Between me and him. We may not have had sex with each other, but it was every bit a committed relationship. It’s hard to describe. But it requires love, respect, and trust between us. I don’t want that with anyone else. Never have.”
“I didn’t realize that,” I admitted, feeling silly that I hadn’t put that together.
“I know that, Preston.” He shook his head, seemingly running out of excuses not to do this.
“Look. I fell in love with Preston. I never expected to. But there is something between us I can’t describe, and I know I will always love him. And despite what the general public says about it not being possible to love two people, I then fell in love with you. Much to my genuine surprise, you and I gave our relationship a shot and I fell in love with you too. It’s like he said. I love you both for very different reasons, but it doesn’t change the intensity or meaning of that love. I never expected any of this to happen. And if you would have asked me a year ago if it were possible to want a relationship with two people, I would have said no and that you were crazy. But I’m here now telling you that I love two men deeply, and I want my forever to be with both of you.” I let out a loose, shaky breath, not ever having confessed such things out loud. I finally felt no shame or guilt, but I did feel the fear of rejection. I wrung my hands, waiting for some sort of response.
“Cal?” Preston asked. “We’re two for three here. Say something.”
“I love Tessa. I need her to be happy. I need us all to be happy.”
Cal tugged me closer, pulling me in for a deep kiss. His mouth pressed against mine, opening so that our tongues mingled. I felt the heat of his body, and it made me feel like I was on fire. It had been too long since we’d been together, and knowing Preston was right there watching made me greedy. As Cal leisurely swept his tongue across my lips, I reached to my left, feeling for Preston.
He took my hand, placing his over mine, and I stroked the hard muscles of his thigh, stretching my arm and pushing higher so I could reach his growing bulge. He rubbed his hand smoothly over my back, my skin tingling at the touch. Cal palmed my breast, brushing his thumb over the tightened nipple peeking through the fabric. I moaned into his mouth as we kissed, instantly holding him tighter and reaching further for Preston.
Cal pulled away and left me breathless. My chest was heaving with the need for air. I didn’t know why he’d stopped. He grasped the back of my neck, and I leaned to kiss him again, but I felt resistance as he then guided me toward Preston. I don’t know why, but now that everything was out in the open, I felt emboldened. My heart raced for other reasons. My desire was throbbing between my legs.
They both knew I wanted it.
Preston stood, and I stood with him, reaching my hand down to stroke his length. I opened my mouth to him, kissing him deeply. He buried his hands in my hair tightly and pulled me closer to him. I felt a tug as Cal started stripping the clothes off my body. He traced and caressed the skin as he did, heating me up even more.
When I was standing in my lace panties and nothing else, Cal slid a finger against my slit, the air-light touch driving me wild. He yanked the fabric down my legs, the rough nature of it making me tremble.
“Lie down on the couch,” Cal said.
My sex tingled as I did as I was told, and I could feel myself growing wetter. They watched me appreciatively, not moving and speaking, so I cocked an eyebrow and spread my legs for them. I reached down with my hand, slicking my fingers up and down and then rubbing myself in lazy circles.
A deep groan of satisfaction came from both of them. Cal looked to Preston and said, “She has the best tits, doesn’t she?”
He never took his eyes off me as he stood there, lightly stroking himself through his pants. “Mmm hmmm”
“Why don’t you kiss them?”
He nudged the coffee table back out of the way a couple of feet and then kneeled down beside me. Preston palmed my right breast in his hand and brought his mouth to my nipple.
He wasn’t playing around anymore, he sucked hard. I took a sharp breath and arched my back off the couch.
“Do you like that?” Cal asked as he stroked himself.
“Yes,” I moaned.
Cal’s hands started gliding up my legs to meet the apex of my thighs and join my ministrations. Preston kept his attention on my breasts, moving from one nipple to the other and alternating between usin
g his hands and his mouth while Cal started working his fingers in and out of me, and I rubbed clit tighter and faster.
My vision started to blur, and my breathing grew labored.
“I want to come,” I breathed, knowing how quickly it was building. I wanted it. I had wanted this again and it felt so good, it was almost too much to take.
“Not yet,” Cal said, and I whimpered, a sheet of sweat breaking across my forehead.
As soon as Cal finished talking, he leaned forward, taking my hand away and he sealed his mouth over my mound and lapped at my clit with a quick movement. My head rolled back; I closed my eyes. My legs began to quake, and I tried to hold it in. Preston twisted a nipple with his fingers, and flicked the other quickly with his tongue, and Cal hummed deeply, plunging his fingers deeper inside me. “Come”, he said, and my canal rippled as my orgasm came crashing through me.
They kept working my body, and I tried to close my legs and push Preston away, but they wouldn’t stop. I was shaking with the pure bliss of it all almost ready to come again, and it was bringing me to the brink of another.
But then they both stopped. Cal untied his robe while Preston unbuttoned his shirt. They were naked in a matter of seconds. Two rock hard and impressively thick cocks stood at full attention and waiting for only me.
I couldn’t help but smirk.
“Stand up,” Cal said.
I did and he took my spot on the couch while Preston and I stood there.
Cal started working his cock in his hand, stroking it up and down from root to tip, just looking at me with admiration.
“Come here,” he said, looking between me and hand, giving me a silent instruction. “I want your mouth.”
I crawled between his legs, grasped him in my hands and stroked. I took him into my mouth, working lower and lower, taking more and more of him in with every bob of my head. He was salty and hot and filled my mouth. I took him until the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat and we both moaned in pleasure.
“Fuck, Tessa,” Cal said, the muscles in his legs tightening. “Stick your ass in the air so Preston can join us.”
I moved positions bringing my head lower to continue to take Cal in my mouth but pushed my ass in the air.
Preston moved behind me and ran his fingers up and down my eager slit before pushing into me. I was wet and more than ready, but the sudden fullness took me by surprise. He filled me up, my inner walls throbbing against him in anticipation. He started pumping, in and out, in and out. Harder and faster. He reached the end of me with every thrust and I had to grasp onto Cal’s hips as Preston fucked me.
I pushed back into him to meet his every thrust all while keep Cal in my mouth, giving him the attention he wanted.
It was almost more than I could take, and I was so close already, but when Preston reached down between us and pressed into my clit with his fingers, I started to go over the edge.
“Should we let her come yet?” Preston asked Cal through labored breaths.
“Not yet. Build her up,” he said.
I took him from my mouth and stroked him with my hand. I looked up to him, pleading. “Please. Please let me come. I’m so close. It feels so good—”
He put his hands in my hair and shook his head. “Not. Yet.”
I whimpered, trying not to tip over as Preston pumped in and out of me, dragging himself over that sensitive wall of flesh with every stroke.
“Do you want more, Tessa?” Cal asked me.
“Yes,” I said between clenched teeth. “Oh my god, yes.”
“What do you want? Tell me what you want.” He held me head firmly, never taking his eyes off me. Which meant I never took my eyes off his. “Tell us what you want.” He commanded as Preston slammed into me.
“I want you both inside me,” I said between breaths. “Please, I want you both inside me,” I wailed, wanting to come so bad I felt like screaming.
Cal’s eyes looked up and he nodded, a cocky grin on his face. Preston pulled out of me, my body instantly craving the loss. He smacked my ass, hard, sending tingles to clit, making my body crave more of it. I heard his footsteps as though he was walking away.
“Come here,” Cal said, grabbing my hips and pulling me to him.
I climbed on top, straddling over him, ready to slide him inside me, but he held me before I could. His hands were in my hair, making it painful to move. I felt myself dripping with anticipation as I hovered just over the tip of him. I loved toeing the line between pain and pleasure. And I loved the way he made me feel when he was rough.
“When Preston takes your ass, I want you looking at me. I want to see your face when he fucks you,” he said.
I nodded my head rapidly. And he slammed me down, shoving his cock inside me. I cried out in shock. He grabbed my hips and leaned back, rocking me against him.
I heard Preston, and I turned to see him. I reached for him, and he leaned close to me, kissing me while I rode Cal. Someone twisted my nipple, and I cried out into mouth. When Preston pulled back from the kiss, he put his hand on my back, pushing me forward to give him better access.
I heard the familiar clicking of a bottle being flicked open, followed quickly by the cold, slick sensation of lube being rubbed over me.
Preston pushed a finger in, twisting it and pumping it in and out. Priming me for what was coming. I slowly rocked into Cal.
Two fingers pressed in, and I felt my pussy flutter as I rocked into Cal again. Preston twisted them and I groaned. I could come like this if they’d let me.
And then it was gone. He pressed me down into Cal’s chest while Cal pulled my cheeks apart.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” Preston said quietly.
I looked at Cal and kissed him, closing my eyes. Deepening the kiss. Feeling him throb inside me.
The tip of Preston’s cock nudged against my rim, and I held my breath against Cal’s mouth. He pushed into me slowly, but my eyes flew open. Cal was already staring at me, waiting for this moment.
I choked on a sob as Preston filled me up, passing that tight rim of muscle that made me want to scream out in pain. He pushed in, sliding as far as he could go and stilled, letting me acclimate to both of them.
I bit my bottom lip, breathing deeply through my nose. Never breaking eye contact with Cal. My body was trembling with desire, with pain, with pleasure. I felt my inner walls fluttering against them, begging for release.
“Good girl,” Cal whispered.
Then Preston started pumping in and out of me. And Cal helped me grind into him as he pumped in and out of me. We found a rhythm. And the pain of the fullness turned to pleasure.
Someone’s hand gripped my hair.
“Fuck me harder,” I breathed.
Preston slammed into me. I cried out, looking into Cal’s eyes.
My pussy tightened around him. My ass tightened around Preston. They both grunted, feeling their own pleasure from my increased arousal.
Preston went faster, pounding into me. My eyes started to close, but Cal grabbed my hair, commanding through gritted teeth, “Look at me, Tessa.”
Preston smacked my ass, a stinging pain spreading across my skin.
I cried out in pleasure, feeling myself become more wet. My body clenching them inside me.
“Harder,” I said. My body tensed at the anticipation.
Crack.
“Again,” I shouted.
Crack.
I moaned; fucking Cal as Preston fucked me. Harder and faster, the intensity of it building inside me. My body felt like it was trembling.
“I can’t . . .” I mumbled, knowing my orgasm wasn’t going to stop.
“Come,” Cal said, holding my head steady so he could watch my face.
Preston’s fingers dug into my hips and he thrusted into me, deep and hard. Cal rocked into me, meeting Preston’s movements, filling me up. My inner walls spasmed and fluttered. My legs shook. Tiny dots of light flashed behind my eyes. My vision blurred and my body griped them tightly, sucking
and milking them as my orgasm crashed around me. I screamed, riding out wave after wave as my release poured between us.
“I love watching you come,” Cal grunted as he pumped faster, spilling into me.
“Fuck,” Preston groaned, slamming into me fully as he climaxed.
My body went slack, and I fell against Cal’s chest. Preston’s hand gently rubbed the raw areas he’d spanked. My canal rippled and pulsed in the aftermath of its intense orgasms.
“I like it when we share,” I said as I tried to catch my breath. I lifted my head to look at Cal. “Want to share in the shower now?”
Chapter 15
The next few days passed in a blur, but time also felt like it was crawling. I wasn’t sure how that were possible. Preston and Cal were busy. They were always busy, but they had entered some new dimension where there was almost no downtime.
I was alone. A lot. Typically, I wouldn’t mind. Alone was my normal before Cal and Preston came into my life, but I didn’t want to be alone anymore. I spent time with Libby and Jolene, and I was so thankful for their presence, but I needed more. I wanted to be with my men too. Or, at least to talk about if they were “my men” or not.
I could survive being alone if there was a light at the end of the presidency. I wouldn’t even mind if I knew we would be together in the long run. My contentment at finally getting what I wanted would’ve been all I needed. It would be a rough road, no doubt. But it would be worth it.
But we hadn’t talked about anything since that night.
We spent another mind-blowing evening together and I know it made us all happy and felt beyond right. That was something none of us could fake. Being together was right, and we all knew it. But we hadn’t actually confirmed anything.
I’d just crawled into our massive bed and turned off the lights. My hair was still just slightly damp from my shower and I could feel it sticking to the side of my face. Cal mentioned trying to get home early that evening, but I had given up on that hope long ago.
