by Kiera Jayne
“Oh, yeah, Vaughn. Keep fucking me.”
Vaughn growled a loud, guttural sound. So primal. It was like fucking magic to Flynn’s ears.
“I’m gonna come,” Flynn announced moments later.
That was like a permission slip for Vaughn. He gave himself over to his orgasm as he reached around and fisted Flynn’s cock. Their cries echoed against the timber decking above them. Flynn felt himself stiffen in Vaughn’s hand and a moment later, he was shooting himself all over Vaughn’s fingers and the dirt below. Vaughn joined him, filling Flynn up with his seed.
Vaughn was fierce when he came. It was the only time he seemed to let go of his careful personality, the only time Flynn got to see the wildness within him. Flynn thought it was the hottest thing ever. He felt privileged that he was one of only two people who got to see Vaughn during his most intimate moments.
Vaughn slouched over Flynn, their spent bodies resting atop the sawhorse, huffing and puffing as they caught their breaths.
Flynn felt Vaughn kiss his back and he smiled. “Perie missed a good time.”
“We’ll make it up to her.” Vaughn slowly removed himself from Flynn’s body.
Flynn turned around and peered up at the muscular man towering over him. Vaughn bent down and kissed him slowly, deeply. So passionately, Flynn’s heart threatened to break out of his ribcage.
“Fuck, I love you, Flynn,” Vaughn gasped against Flynn’s lips.
“I love you.” Flynn carried on the kiss. He didn’t think he could ever get enough of this man.
“LET’S GO FOR ROUND two.”
Perie pushed away from the wall she was sitting against in the new bathroom at the sound of Flynn’s voice. This storm was bothering her. They were so close to finishing the new bathroom, she didn’t want any wild weather to set them back. Logically, she knew how good Flynn was at his job and that the place wouldn’t leak. But this was her baby, her pet project, something that she was probably overprotective of.
Right now, she was curious about Flynn’s words. Round two of what?
Perie looked up curiously as Flynn and Vaughn stepped through the door completely naked. She tried to act nonchalant as a rush of desire shot straight to her core. “Ah, what’s going on?”
“We’re here to distract you,” Flynn told her.
“Distract me from what?”
“Not distract you. Put you at ease,” Vaughn corrected.
“You need to forget about this storm and relax, Per,” Flynn informed her.
“What did you have in mind?” It was a pointless question, of course.
She watched, mouth agape, as Vaughn dropped to his knees in front of her and slowly drew down the fly of her jeans. Perie shivered when he kissed her belly. Flynn squatted beside her and drew her T-shirt over her head. He slipped his fingers under her bra strap and nibbled her shoulder. Perie’s eyes fluttered closed as she sighed in delight.
“Is this working?” Flynn whispered as he unclasped her bra and slid it slowly from her shoulders, exposing her nipples to the night air.
“Yes,” Perie breathed.
“Good,” Vaughn said.
Perie stared down at him as he pulled her jeans and panties down her legs and tossed them to the side. She gasped with excitement when Vaughn parted her legs, hooked his arms around her waist, and dragged her towards him. “Yes,” she whispered in anticipation.
Vaughn’s mouth hit home as Flynn sucked, nibbled, and pinched her nipples, sending sensations over her body that made her feel like she was floating into the air. Perie wrapped her hand around Flynn’s cock while both men worshipped her body. It was only fair that she repaid the favour. Pulling Flynn closer, she locked her mouth onto his cock and felt him grow hard as she sucked him in deep.
“Yeah, good girl, Perie. That feels fucking fantastic,” Flynn murmured.
Not wanting to end this right as it started, Perie pulled her mouth off Flynn, but continued to stroke him. Her eyes locked with Vaughn’s. He hadn’t let up on her pussy, sending his tongue into her. Her body began to writhe against him of its own accord, and he moved his tongue to her clit. “Don’t stop, Vaughn,” she moaned. “Don’t stop, I wanna come.”
But right before Perie could climax, he stopped, leaving her desperate for release.
She turned to glance at Flynn, who had all but disappeared. “What the hell?”
Vaughn simply chuckled. He sent a devilish smile her way as he got to his knees. Flynn returned and tossed Vaughn a foil packet. The ex-soldier prepped himself before sinking his cock into Perie’s desperate, pulsing pussy as far as he could go.
“Oh, my god!” Perie’s mouth opened in a silent O. Her body always took a while to adjust to Vaughn’s size, and simply having him this deep was enough for her to have a small orgasm.
Vaughn waited, rode her out. When she relaxed, he pulled her up against him, her body straddling his lap. He wrapped his arms tightly around her and kissed her as he moved within her. She was so fucking beautiful. The most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, ever held, ever been inside of. The only woman he’d ever loved.
“Oh my god, I love you, Vaughn,” Perie breathed as he curled his fingers into her hair. She felt Flynn press up behind her. She arched her neck, allowing him to lather the area in kisses. “I love you, too, Flynn.”
Flynn turned her face to his and kissed her. “I love you, hotness. I want to show you, too. Is that okay?”
Perie stared at him. What was he intending to do?
He traced his finger down her cheek to the corner of her lips. “Do you trust me, Per?”
Perie nodded, intrigued. She jumped when she felt Flynn’s finger fondle her anus.
“Relax,” Flynn whispered into her ear.
Perie did so and Flynn slowly pushed his finger inside. It felt cold and wet with lube and went in surprisingly easily. Vaughn moved within her ever so gently as Flynn introduced a second digit and worked it around. Perie let out a noise that was somewhere between pain and pleasure.
“That’s it, baby,” Vaughn whispered.
“Are you okay?” Flynn asked.
A naughty smile played on Perie’s lips as she nodded at him. Vaughn chuckled and kissed her.
Flynn pulled his fingers from her and slowly slid his cock inside her. He paused when he felt her tense. “Breathe, Per. Relax and breathe. Let me in, hotness. I want to be one with you.”
Flynn’s words meant the world to her. Perie gave her body over to her men and she felt Flynn slide farther inside her.
“I’m in,” Flynn announced.
“Oh, yes, you are. Oh, yes,” Perie moaned.
Vaughn caressed Flynn’s butt cheek. “I can feel you, Flynn. I can feel you through her.”
“You both feel . . ..” She couldn’t even finish the sentence. She was so overwhelmed.
Flynn rested his mouth against Perie’s ear. “We’re both going to fuck you now. Is that okay, Per?”
“Yes. Yes, please,” Perie begged.
Her breasts pressed against Vaughn’s chest and she was squashed between them. Their bodies began their rhythmic movements as both men took control of her body. Her pussy reacted quickly, pulsing around Vaughn’s cock as Flynn’s stroked in and out of her arse. Perie wrapped her arms around Vaughn’s shoulders. She was so close and it was her moans that told the guys so.
Flynn looked at Vaughn over Perie’s shoulder. “She feels good.”
“Yeah, she does.” Vaughn locked his large hand onto Flynn’s bum cheek, his fingers digging into the flesh and pulling them both deeper into their woman. “Oh, god, I need to fuck her hard.”
Flynn grinned as Vaughn’s aggression reared its sexy head again. “Go to town, mate.”
“Yes, please!” Perie begged.
Vaughn tugged her hair until her eyes captured his. “Don’t break eye contact,” he ordered her. “Keep watching me.”
“Do you like what you see, then?” Perie asked, her voice sultry.
“Yeah, babe,” Vaughn grow
led.
Perie rested her head back against Flynn’s shoulder. “You know what to do.”
Vaughn’s fingers dug even harder into Flynn’s arse cheeks. They both pounded Perie’s body relentlessly. Her cries were loud and unrelenting. Flynn and Vaughn joined her. The three of them gave themselves over to one another until they were so spent, they could no longer hold each other up. They collapsed to the floor together, huffing and puffing, their sweaty bodies still entangled.
“Holy shit!” Flynn exclaimed.
“T-that was the . . . best sex I’ve ever had,” Perie huffed out between breaths.
“Fuck, yes,” Vaughn agreed.
“I don’t want it to end,” Perie admitted.
Vaughn’s cushy lips curled up in a devilish grin. He glanced at Flynn, who was grinning as well.
“Do you think you could go for another round, Per?” Flynn sounded so hopeful.
Perie grabbed his hand and pulled until his arm was across her and Vaughn, cherishing the feel of being snuggled with the two men she adored. “Just give me a few minutes.”
“I think it’s Vaughn’s turn,” Flynn decided.
Vaughn laughed. “Is that a challenge? Because I’ll take it.”
Perie giggled. She was so stupidly happy right now, and the thought of going all night with these two was quite the turn on. She would certainly be happy to give it a red-hot go.
After a moment, Perie turned her attention to the ceiling and listened hard. “The rain stopped.”
Both men smiled.
PERIE COULD BARELY MOVE. The night’s shenanigans had left her with a delicious ache that you could only ever receive from being thoroughly fucked. The guys looked a little stiff as well. When Vaughn patted Flynn on the arse and caused Flynn to jump, Perie laughed.
Flynn glared at her. “You think that’s funny, do you?”
Perie flashed him an unashamed glance. “Yes.”
“You don’t look so crash hot there yourself, Per.”
“I’m fine,” she lied.
A chuckle slipped from Flynn’s throat. It was a chuckle which suggested she wasn’t fooling him.
“Well, since none of us can move much today, I suggest we get some painting done.” Vaughn screwed a paint roller onto an extendable pole and tossed it to Perie. He followed suit with one for Flynn and then picked up some paint brushes. “Which room would you like to start with, Perie-Berry?”
“Any of the smaller bedrooms.”
Vaughn hefted the tin of base coat and carried it into the first of the bedrooms. He poured a generous amount into a tray and they each took a wall.
Flynn opened up a music app on his phone. “What a bummer, I don’t have my speaker with me.”
“It’s better than nothing,” Perie replied.
“It sounds so tinny,” Flynn protested.
Perie rolled her eyes as she set her roller against the wall. “You’ve become so spoilt. Stop being a brat!”
“I’m no brat!”
Vaughn chuckled when Flynn pouted. “You kind of are.”
“No ‘kind of’ about it.”
Flynn dipped his finger into the paint and dotted Perie’s face with it. Her mouth dropped open and she swung her roller at him. He ducked out of the way, but she chased him and rolled white base coat all the way down the front of his shirt.
Flynn glared down at his shirt. “I can’t believe you just did that!”
Perie shrugged, more than pleased with her handiwork. “Seeing is believing.”
“Prettying up the pretty boy, sweetheart?”
Flynn scowled. “I’m not a pretty boy.”
Perie and Vaughn smirked at one another, then turned back to him. “Yeah, you are,” they said in unison.
Flynn aimed his pole at Vaughn. In a flash, Vaughn snatched Perie’s pole from her, spun it around in some bizarre and fancy hand move, and snapped it an inch from Flynn’s face. Flynn jumped and leaned back. He looked at Vaughn in surprise.
“You want to try it?” Vaughn asked, his voice low and threatening.
“Fuck. Where did you learn to do that?”
“MMA. I learned it alongside basic training. It was useful in the army.”
“You know mixed martial arts?” Perie asked with awe in her voice.
“Yep.”
“That’s seriously hot,” Perie breathed.
Flynn met Vaughn’s dark eyes and his own hardened. He touched his pole to Vaughn’s. “Challenge accepted.”
Vaughn smirked. “You’re playing with fire.”
Flynn pushed his luck and managed to roll paint down Vaughn’s face. “Ooh. So messy.”
Vaughn jabbed his roller at Flynn, but Flynn held him back. The pair grappled with their poles, trying to push against one another. Vaughn jabbed the roller at Flynn, managing to get some paint on him before Flynn pushed the roller down towards the ground. The two of them began to laugh. Vaughn hooked his leg around his boyfriend’s.
“No, you don’t!” Flynn shouted with a laugh.
The pair managed to keep on their feet despite Vaughn’s best efforts to trip Flynn up. When the hulk of a man wrapped his elbow around Flynn’s neck, the builder knew he was in trouble.
They felt a flick of thick paint hit their faces and froze. As one, they turned their attention to Perie, who held a paintbrush in her hand.
“You’re going to pay for that, Perie,” Flynn warned.
Perie gulped and began to step slowly backwards. “Would you believe me if I told you it was an accident?”
“That sounds like bullshit to me,” Flynn sung.
“Get her,” Vaughn ordered.
Perie made for the door, but Vaughn blocked her way. She dashed under Flynn’s arms and rushed to the other side of the room. She dipped her brush into the paint as she danced about, then flung paint at them again.
“We’re taking enemy fire!” Flynn cried as he ducked.
Vaughn held his pole out to the side, widening his stance. “You’re not going anywhere, baby.”
Perie bit her bottom lip as she considered her next move. Flynn was easier to get past than Vaughn, with all his super soldier training. Perie grabbed Flynn’s pole and tried to push him aside. Vaughn took the opportunity to wrap his strong arm around Perie’s waist and hoist her off her feet.
“The super soldier’s got me!” Perie screamed as she howled with laughter.
“The enemy is contained!” Vaughn announced.
Perie wriggled and tried to pry Vaughn’s fingers off her. She waved the brush behind her in an attempted assault. Vaughn turned his face to the side, but she still managed to reach him. He grabbed a hold of her hand and the brush in an attempt to reef it out of her grasp. Flynn swooped in and rolled paint over the both of them.
“Oi, who’s side are you on?” Vaughn spluttered.
Flynn grinned. “My own.”
“See? You should totally be getting him, not me, because I’m innocent!”
The guys guffawed.
“Yeah, and Isobel never smoked dope on Fridays behind the shed at school!” Flynn exclaimed.
“She totally did,” Perie confirmed.
“Point made!”
Vaughn finally pulled the brush from Perie’s hand. He nibbled her neck and shoulder as he bunched her shirt up in his hand and lifted it up.
“What are you doing?” Perie whispered.
“Torturing the enemy.” Vaughn gently traced the brush from her small tits down to her belly.
Perie’s breath hitched. Her pussy clenched when his teeth grazed her neck again.
“I’m so glad you didn’t wear a bra today, baby,” Vaughn growled.
“Well, this just took a turn for the fucking hot,” Flynn observed.
Vaughn tore Perie’s shirt off her and teased her nipples with the bristles of the brush. “I can’t resist her.”
“I don’t blame you. Not one bit.” Even as he said these words, Flynn was dragging her jeans down her legs. He wasted no time in opening her legs and lo
wering his mouth onto her pussy.
She jumped.
“Still tender, Perie-Berry?” Vaughn murmured.
“Uh-huh.” But she didn’t care. Flynn’s tongue playing with her opening and clit was too delicious to resist. She gripped Flynn’s hair. “Don’t stop.”
Flynn stared up at her intently as he went about his business.
“Oh yes, please.”
As Perie began to writhe, Vaughn held her in place tightly. She exploded all over Flynn’s tongue. He moaned into her as he lapped up her juices before trailing kisses up her body and settling on her mouth, kissing her deeply. Relentlessly.
“We have to work,” Perie mumbled when she noticed Flynn undoing his pants.
“Uh-huh.” Though his actions said differently. He hoisted her onto his body and sunk his cock inside her. Her body reacted instantly. “This won’t take long,” he promised.
***
Vaughn brushed gentle strokes through Perie’s hair as she rested her head against his muscular stomach and stared up at him with those gold-flecked hazel eyes of hers. The sex was great, sure. Well . . . better than great. But this was always the best part.
Snuggling with his loves on the floor of the spare bedroom with white drop sheets gathered around them and painting materials strewn everywhere, splattered paint on the walls, Vaughn felt at peace. He loved the way Flynn was dozing against Perie’s stomach, holding her in that bear hug again.
Vaughn noticed Perie absently tracing the tattoo on his chest. “What are you thinking about, Perie-Berry?”
“Lots of things,” she mumbled.
When she said nothing more, Vaughn pressed her. “Care to share?”
“Well, I was thinking that maybe we should plant a memorial garden for your friend and Denise.”
Vaughn’s mouth fell open.
Perie averted her gaze. “If you don’t like the idea—”
“Sweetheart, I love it. I think it’s one of the best ideas I’ve ever heard.”
Perie lifted an eyebrow. “One of?”
“It’s right up there with me coming to work for you,” Vaughn confirmed.
