Sassy Ever After_Sassy Faerie Princess

by Nicole Austin

  Rising and moving to the desk, Brady grabbed a tube of lubricant from the drawer. He returned to the rug, sliding in behind Trevor where he still lay on his side, and wedged a muscular thigh between his legs. He thrust his cock into Trevor’s crack, rubbing seductively against his anus several times.

  A slick finger teased around his pucker, waiting for Trevor to open before surging inside. Damn, that felt good. His testicles were swollen, his cock a hard spike in his fist, drops of cum leaking from the slit.

  Shit. He might cum before Brady even got in him. “Don’t tease. Need you. Hurry.”

  “Hold on, lover.” Brady thrust a second finger in his ass, withdrawing after a few strokes. “You need to be ready because I’m going to fuck you like I paid for it.”

  Anticipatory shudders racked his body, and Trevor wanted to yell in frustration as the intimate contact disappeared, but he knew Brady wouldn’t leave him empty for long. He moaned when the insistent press of the bulbous head against his anus came. Relaxing his muscles, he took a deep breath then threw back his head and shouted as his ass was filled in one swift plunge.

  “Fuck, yeah,” Brady groaned.

  He shafted Trevor in long, even, powerful strokes, each one punctuated by their balls slapping together. Brady dropped his hand beneath Trevor’s leg, lifting his thigh and adjusting the angle. On the next thrust, he found his P-spot, grinding against the sensitive gland.

  “Right there,” he gasped. “Harder, Brady. Fuck me harder.”

  “You’re”—thrust—“mine”—thrust. Brady panted out the words, punctuating each by pounding into Trevor. “We”—thrust—“share”—thrust—“Rena.”

  Trevor’s fist tightened around his cock, keeping the same rhythm as Brady. Each drive reamed his ass with more force. Their sweat-slicked bodies slapped together in a wet tempo, propelling both men toward a stunning release.

  “Yes,” Trevor hissed. “So good. Gonna come.”

  Thick, white streams of cum shot from the end of his cock and into his palm. His pelvic muscles clamped down on Brady’s shaft, triggering his lover’s climax. The hot jets shooting deep into his ass made him feel even more connected to Brady.

  They lay on the rug, enjoying being held and cherished as they came down from the sexual euphoria. Sharing soft, poignant kisses, Brady caressed him with uncommon tenderness. He took the tissues Brady handed him and wiped his palm then tossed them in the trashcan.

  It felt so good, so right, to be with Brady after the hellish nightmare of last night. Trevor struggled to find the words for what he needed to say. It wasn’t that he sought to lay down a bunch of rules that could stifle their relationship. He just wanted both of them to know where they stood and be comfortable.

  The hardest thing to discuss would be Serena. It was clear Brady had a thing for her. Maybe if Trevor had more of a chance to get to know her, there wouldn’t even be an issue, but he couldn’t stand the thought of Brady fucking someone else. Yet he knew he’d love to get his own hands on the beautiful woman, whether alone or with Brady’s participation. Condemning Brady for doing the same thing wasn’t fair.

  “We need to talk,” he finally said and turned so they were face to face.

  “Okay.” Brady tensed.

  “About Serena…” Trevor took a deep breath and forged ahead. “I love you and want you to be happy.”

  “But.”

  “But we have to talk about it because avoiding the issue didn’t work out so well.”

  Brady’s expression shuttered, and his gaze narrowed. “She’s not coming between us. Nothing is. I want her to be part of us.”

  As Brady tried to turn away, Trevor shoved him to his back, pinning him to the floor with his greater strength. Brady may have him in height, but Trevor had more muscle mass.

  “You’re not going to walk away from this. I know you like her. And I know you like fucking her.” No matter how hard he tried to read his lover’s face, it was impossible. “Hell, I want to fuck her, too, but you have to understand. When you two are together without me, I feel like you’re cheating on me, and it kills me!”

  Brady’s hard expression softened slightly.

  “Think about it for a minute,” Trevor implored. “How would you feel, knowing I was fucking her while you were working?”

  “I’d kick your ass,” Brady growled in a menacing tone.

  Easing his grip, he cupped Brady’s jaw with his palm. “See, now you understand. The three of us can have a good time…together. All I’m suggesting, Brady, is that neither of us fucks her without the other there.”

  Trevor felt a little more of the tension release its tight grip from Brady, and placed a light kiss against the corner of his stern mouth. “I don’t want jealousy to come between us. What we have is too good to screw up. We don’t know her. This whole thing could be transient. She could leave tomorrow without a backward glance. But we have… What we have is strong, committed, lasting.”

  Brady nodded, and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, struggling to stay in control. “I’m sorry I ran off but, damn it, Trev. She’s under my skin. And you know I hate rules. Why complicate sex with rules?” He ran a hand through his hair. You should see her eyes light up when she tries something new. It’s the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen. She’s like a kid who just discovered sugar and has been set free in a candy store.”

  Trevor continued to place gentle kisses along Brady’s firm jaw, over his eyes, against his temple. And he continued to cherish his lover’s body with his fingertips as he listened, silently taking it all in, wanting to keep Brady talking.

  “She had a fucking orgasm on her first bike ride. About blew my freakin’ mind. She’s so sensual and makes me so hard that I ache for her, Trev.”

  Blowing out a hard breath, Brady gripped Trevor’s biceps and stared into his eyes. Brady seemed to be looking for understanding. That wasn’t something he had to give. He didn’t understand. Not yet.

  “It’s different than what we have. She’s full of wonder and anxious for adventure. It draws me in, makes me want to show her the world.” Pushing away, Brady rose to a sitting position. “You’ll see it. I know you will. As soon as you spend some time with her, you’re going to want her as much as I do. She’s so damn sexual and erotic.”

  Hearing Brady talk with such passion about Serena was a double-edged sword, wonderful and painful. He knew in his heart Brady loved him. Was there room to allow Serena into their relationship? Could he open up enough to accept her? Accept the possibility of her ripping out Brady’s heart without trying to protect the love of his life from that pain? He’d gladly give Brady whatever he needed to be happy, but could Trevor give him this?

  “I’ll try, Brady,” he said, stroking a hand down his arm. “I really will.”

  But would it be enough? Yes, he felt drawn to Serena. The fact they didn’t really know anything about her held him back. She’d told him some crazy story about being a fairy from another realm of existence. She might be somewhat touched, a little crazed in the head. It was also entirely conceivable she could hurt them both, especially Brady. Trevor would do whatever he could to prevent that.

  The first step would be learning more about the enigmatic woman. That meant he had to spend time with her. “I’ll put in the time. Get to know her. Try and see what you do.”

  The tentative smile teasing the corners of Brady’s mouth reached out and seized his heart.

  “You have to promise me, though.” He captured and held Brady’s gaze. “No sex with Serena unless both of us are involved.”

  That quick the smile disappeared before ever really showing itself.

  “Fine,” Brady reluctantly agreed, “for now.”

  Trevor knew he had to take the first step, make an effort. Staring out the window, watching Jenny, Serena, and the kids enjoying the warmer weather, he got an idea.

  “Let’s have a cookout.”

  He was rewarded by Brady’s megawatt grin.

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  Working together, Brady and Trevor made a list of what they needed for a cookout. He knew what Brady was about the moment he volunteered to go grocery shopping, but he didn’t mind. In fact, he found himself anticipating some alone time with Serena. He really wanted to see what Brady did in her.

  He went searching for her and found Serena sitting on the side of the bed staring at the fog lamp. Her ever-present confidant, Flirt, lay curled around her feet. She seemed lost in thought, not even realizing he’d entered the room until he sat beside her, taking her tense hand in his.

  “What’s wrong?”

  She shook her head slightly, a dreamy, faraway look in her eyes. “Just thinking about home.”

  Home? How could the fog lamp make her think about home? Unless this was to be another one of her faery stories. Trevor inwardly groaned.

  Together, they stared at the lamp, the colored light giving everything a blue glow. A gentle, soothing white mist rolled in their direction, dissipating before reaching where they sat. Trevor had always felt a sense of peace when gazing upon the serene little world, but also a sense of longing he couldn’t quite explain.

  “Tell me about the lamp,” she encouraged.

  “Brady made it for our anniversary. You’ve seen how creative he is, but his art just scratches the surface. He sees things differently than most people,” Trevor said, watching as understanding crossed her delicate features.

  “For several nights, he dreamed of a mystical place covered in rolling white mist. Then one morning, he stumbled across fog lamps on the internet and decided to create his own, modeled after the world from his dreams.”

  Trevor rubbed his jaw as he remembered Brady working on the lamp night and day until it was finished. That hadn’t been long before Serena’s arrival.

  Flirt’s tail thumped against his leg, and Trevor gazed down at the big dog. “For a while, Flirt was obsessed with the lamp. He was always staring over the edge of the bowl as if he was expecting something to happen.” He chuckled as he remembered the dog’s playful actions. “He kept dropping various toys into the water. Brady joked that Flirt was sharing his toys with the animals living in the bamboo forest.”

  Serena visibly tensed.

  “What is it?”

  She shook off the gloom surrounding her and tried to act like nothing was wrong. Trevor knew better but didn’t push the issue and offered a distraction.

  “Let’s go in the kitchen. I want to start the prep work for dinner.”

  “Okay.” She relaxed, seeming relieved by the change in subject. He settled her on a stool at the counter and set to work on a garden salad.

  “How long do you plan on staying in the area?” he asked, taking her by surprise.

  “I don’t know how long I can stay. This is a wonderful place. I enjoy being with Jenny and the kids, Brady, and you. Flirt…” She hesitated a moment before continuing. “There are some things I have to work out at home, though.”

  Yeah, that was clear as mud. “What kind of things?”

  Apprehension clouded her eyes. “Things are different at home. Few are permitted to travel. And…well, I didn’t exactly have permission to leave,” she admitted.

  Interesting. “You didn’t get a visa before you left?”

  She appeared confused. “What’s a visa?”

  How could she not know about visas if she’d traveled from someplace restricting citizen’s movement? That didn’t make any sense.

  “A visa is official permission to travel to different…” Shit, how did he word this considering her belief she’d come from another realm? “Uh, different…places.”

  She shook her head, lowering her gaze to where her fingers worried the edge of a placemat. “In Fae, the queen must grant permission to go through the portals, but I didn’t travel that way. I…the, um… The magic of a wish brought me here, to Brady and you.”

  Holy shit. The woman is totally off her rocker. Portals, magic, and wishes.

  His thoughts went to Brady, who’d already taken her into his heart. He would be devastated. She seemed to believe she’d gone on some inter-dimensional trip from fairyland. The situation was worse than he’d imagined.

  “How much of this have you told Brady?”

  She shook her head again. “We haven’t talked about Fae.”

  Trevor didn’t know if he was relieved or not. Brady wouldn’t react well to finding out Serena was crazy. He’d been through hell growing up with a bipolar schizophrenic brother.

  “Serena, have you ever been in a hospital? Do you take any medications?”

  “What is a hospital and medications?” she asked, concern and fear crossing her delicate features. “Please, don’t make me leave,” Serena cried, wringing her hands.

  Trevor couldn’t help being taken in by the genuine fear crossing her face. She was in a strange situation, relying on Brady and his generosity. She’d be lost without them and needed their support.

  Sitting down next to her, he faced her and again took Serena’s hands into his. “It’s alright, honey. Don’t worry. You can stay with us. We’ll get it all figured out. Brady and I will be here to help you.”

  She startled him by jumping off the stool and throwing herself into his arms, straddling his legs. Clinging tightly, she planted frantic kisses all over his face, punctuating each with a breathy thank you.

  At first, Trevor held perfectly still, but it didn’t take long before he embraced the ecstatic woman. She may be slender and fragile, but she made up for it with her larger-than-life personality. His arms had never felt so full.

  As he held her, an almost magical transformation took place, turning the embrace from grateful to sexual. The air became electrified with unmistakable desire, making him hot, hard, and needy. Feeling the pull, Serena shifted against him, pressing impossibly closer, breasts flattening against his chest and her luscious legs wrapping around his waist, ankles hooked together behind his back. He was pinned between her lithe body and the counter, not that he wanted to get away. In fact, he started to understand why Brady was so captivated.

  Their lips met, and his entire world shrank down to how much he wanted her. His tongue slipped into the warmth of her mouth, and Trevor moaned from deep in his chest. Her sweet and spicy exotic flavor filled him, addicting him in an instant.

  The little vixen began rubbing her hot cunt against the hard ridge of his erection while she sucked on his tongue. Sweet mercy, he wanted inside the moist haven of her pussy. Short thrusts of his hips took on the same tempo of their dueling tongues. He glided his hands down her back, fingers sinking into her round ass, fitting them together as close as their clothing allowed.

  Understanding dawned slowly, but it didn’t take long for Trevor to realize what had driven Brady to spirit her away, hording Serena with a need for total, undeniable possession. Crazy or not, she was pure erotic bliss. One sip from her lips and he became drunk on her, desperate to claim the gorgeous vixen. Lord help him when he finally drove his cock into the blazing heat of her pussy. Like Brady, there would be no turning back, no saving him.

  Urgency drove him crazy. Trevor wanted to rip their clothes off, lift her onto the counter, spread her legs wide, and fuck her so deep he wouldn’t know where she ended and he began. At the same time, he ached to make slow, passionate love with her, irrevocably binding them together.

  “Well, isn’t this cozy.”

  Trevor startled. He hadn’t realized Brady had come home until the sexy timber of his aroused voice rang out from the doorway where he leaned in a casual manner. Plastic grocery bags dangled from his fingers, long legs were crossed, and a big goofy grin lit up his face.

  Guilt crashed into Trevor’s solar plexus like an angry fist. He’d been a breath away from committing the same act he’d condemned Brady over. Had they not been interrupted, he would be sunk as far into Serena as physically possible in the amount of time it took to strip off her jeans.

  Dropping the bags to the floor, Brady moved in behind her. His dark gaze settl
ed on Trevor, and he was shocked to find desire in Brady’s eyes instead of the expected reproach.

  “Don’t stop,” Brady breathed. “I’m enjoying the show.”

  Brady caressed her shoulders then slid his hands down to cup her breasts through her top. She leaned back against him, giving him freedom to roam. Trevor watched as skilled fingers slipped the buttons free, baring full, pert breasts. Brady plucked at her rosy nipples and took the weight of the globes in his palms, holding her breasts as if in offering.

  “Go ahead, suck those sweet nipples. They taste like paradise. Take one in your mouth.”

  “Oh, yes,” Serena moaned. “Please, Trevor.”

  He stared at her puckered areolas and pouty nipples, his mouth watering. Having Brady there, encouraging and participating, kicked up the intensity to a whole new, irresistible level. The temptation and pull were too strong to resist.

  When her heavy-lidded gaze swung to his, Trevor was drugged by the lust and passion in those deep green pools.

  Surrendering to his cravings, he leaned forward and laved her sensitive flesh. Brady hissed as Trevor’s tongue slid along one of his fingers, including him in the pleasure.

  Tightening his grip on Serena’s lush, round ass, he moved her up and down over his erection. The hot juices dampening the crotch of her jeans drove him wild. He needed her out of the denim. Wanted her cream warming his cock. Had to experience the bliss of her body clenching and spasming around his aching erection.

  Their clothes seemed to melt away, creating an impossible puzzle for his lust-fogged brain. Of course, it didn’t matter. Not now. The only thing that mattered was assuaging the burning need, sinking into her wet heat, sharing Serena with the love of his life and drowning in the sensations.

  Demonstrating his control, Brady lifted Serena and held her poised over the tip of Trevor’s cock, granting the barest contact. Moving his attention to her other breast, Trevor raked his teeth over the responsive tip, rewarded by a flood of cream slowly rolling down his shaft.