by Webster, K
“Morning, beautiful.”
Aiden.
The night before floods through my mind. He fucked me while my husband fucked him. And then, after another shower, they both took turns fucking me. I’ve never come so much in my life.
But now?
Awkwardness washes over me. My flesh heats in embarrassment now that the liquor is no longer burning through my veins.
“Morning,” I croak out.
His palm slides up to my bare breast and he cups it, lazily running circles around my nipple with his thumb. My heart races as I try to make sense over what we’ve done. We invited another person into our bed and liked it. At least I liked it. Vaughn is a hard nut to crack. He seemed to be into it last night, but he’s always broodier in the mornings.
“You’re being weird,” Aiden says playfully, pinching my nipple.
“I just woke up,” I grumble.
He kisses my shoulder. “Good. I was going to have to spank you if you started regretting last night.”
I slide my hand over his and squeeze it. “I don’t regret it.”
Together, we remain cuddling for another long hour. Usually, Vaughn is up with the sun and out the door. Today, his soft snores calm my erratic heart. I hope he doesn’t regret things. Aiden holds me to him quietly. I can tell he’s awake, and his mind is working. Turning, I face him and admire his handsome, young face.
“What should we do today?” I ask, running my fingertips along his jaw.
He turns and bites on my fingers gently. “A good day to paint.”
“You’re going to help me paint the store. For real?”
His grin is wide as his steel-blue eyes twinkle. “For real. Sleeping bear over there is going to help too.”
I snort. “Vaughn doesn’t paint.”
“He’s going to paint today.”
Aiden leans forward and kisses me sweetly on the nose as his palm caresses my hip. I’m nervous for some reason, but I want to touch him. Sliding my hand between us, I grip his hard cock. It causes heat to flood through me knowing I turn this younger man on. Definitely good for a girl’s self-esteem.
“Grab a condom,” he instructs, his voice raspy yet commanding.
I grin at him and then reach over to the end table. Tearing open the foil with my teeth, I watch his eyes flicker with need. Then, my eyes never leaving his, I roll the condom on his thickness.
His fingers slide between my pussy lips and he easily works me up. Every so often, he slides his finger inside of me, checking to see how wet I am. When I’m gasping and shaking, he grins and rolls onto his back.
“Get on, beautiful.”
I straddle his muscular body and grab his dick. My eyes drift over to Vaughn, who watches me with a scowl. At first I think he’s mad, but when he licks his lips, I know it’s because he likes what he sees.
“Don’t make this weird,” Aiden taunts him as his hand slides to my husband’s cock.
Vaughn’s eyes close and his hips lift as he thrusts against Aiden’s fist. I watch the way Aiden strokes Vaughn as I slide on Aiden’s length. A hiss of air escapes me as I settle all the way on him.
Vaughn rolls to his side and reaches between my legs. He starts playing with my clit in expert movements as I bounce on Aiden’s cock. Aiden trades staring at my tits bouncing to the way pre-cum leaks from Vaughn’s tip. Our heaving breathing is all that can be heard. When Vaughn turns his head to kiss Aiden passionately, I lose myself to pleasure. I cry out as my climax rattles through me. Aiden and Vaughn are both grunting hard. When Aiden’s cock throbs inside of me, I know he’s found his release. And the familiar sounds coming from Vaughn tell me he’s coming too. I’ve barely come down from my high when Aiden pulls me off him and forces me to lie on them both. Vaughn strokes my hair while Aiden threads our fingers together.
“This is nice,” I mutter, my breath still heaving.
“Good and nice,” Aiden says in a playfully grumpy tone. “I’m starting to get a complex here.”
“I think what my wife means was that was fucking amazing.”
“Yep,” I say with a giggle. “Exactly that.”
I bite on my bottom lip as Aiden stands on his toes on the ladder to reach the ceiling. He’s taping it off and I can’t help but check out his ass. His jeans hang low on his hips and he’s long lost his shirt. We’ve closed the shop for the day to paint, but painting isn’t what I want to do. Not after having him twice last night and once this morning.
“Hand me another roll,” he orders to Vaughn.
Vaughn, also shirtless, saunters over to him and extends his arm to hand him the blue tape. The muscles in my husband’s bicep flex and my mouth waters to lick him.
How long has it been since I simply wanted to lick the man who gave me his last name?
As if clued into my thoughts, Vaughn winks at me and gives me a grin I remember from our dating days. Boyish and charming. Before a career and a crumbling marriage drained away his happiness.
I frown and look down at my feet. I’m an idiot. I nearly drove him away. Now that Aiden is here, trying new things with us, I’m seeing Vaughn in a light I haven’t seen in some time. It’s bittersweet. I’m happy but also sad that I almost lost it. It was nearly out of my grasp.
“Hey,” a deep, rumbly voice says.
Strong fingers press under my chin and lift. I stare into Vaughn’s deep brown eyes that flicker with concern. He probably thinks I’m second-guessing last night and this morning. I’m not. The deliciously sore reminder has tiny thrills shooting through me every few minutes.
“Hey,” I say with a forced smile.
His brow lifts. “Fake.”
I smirk, this time a real smile tugging at my lips. “Better?”
He nods and then kisses me in a sweet way that has my heart thumping in my chest. “I love you,” he murmurs, his eyes locking on mine. “Don’t ever doubt that for a second.”
His words are so unguarded and earnest that I can’t help but believe him. Often, I worried that his love for me had faded. But I feel it now more than ever.
“I love you too.”
He kisses me again and then pulls away when Aiden curses. He’s dropped the tape and climbs off the ladder to retrieve it. Our gazes follow him and when he catches us watching him, he winks at us, a lazy grin on his lips.
“If I’m going to be doing all the work, you might as well give me something to look at,” Aiden says, teasing us.
“Behave,” I joke back. “Half the town would witness something they have no business watching.”
“As long as you promise to let me watch later,” Aiden says, grinning.
We spend the next few hours working hard and I’m pleased when my florals and pastels are replaced with modern shades of gray. Aiden has good ideas and points us in the direction of executing them. After we clean up to let the shop dry, we grab a bite to eat and head back to the house.
“I’m going to take a quick shower and then I’ll help you load your décor in the car,” Aiden says as he strides through the house.
Vaughn starts a pot of coffee and yawns. He took off work today and instead of resting, we worked him hard. He doesn’t look put out, though. No, he looks happy.
“Everything feels lighter,” I murmur as I pull his creamer from the fridge and hand it to him.
“Like a weight has lifted,” he agrees.
I step closer to him. He grips my waist and hauls me against him. I rest my cheek on his chest and he hugs me tight. The gravity of just how close we were to failure has emotion clutching my throat. A sniffle escapes me. Vaughn kisses the top of my head.
“Everything’s going to be okay now,” he assures me. “I can feel it.”
I can feel it too. “I’m glad.”
“I’m fucking ecstatic.”
We pour our coffee and sit at the kitchen table, chattering about some advertising ideas Aiden suggested. It’s comfortable and easy. Like old times. This time yesterday, I would’ve laughed at the possibility of ever havin
g a moment like this with my husband ever again.
“I’m too old to stay up all night having sex with two hot-ass men,” I tease, stifling a yawn.
Vaughn runs his fingers through his messy hair. “And I’m the old man around here. I’m about three seconds from calling a time-out so we can nap.”
I giggle as I rise and grab his hand. Together we walk through the house on a hunt for Aiden. When we walk into our room, I bite on my lip to stifle a laugh.
Aiden is passed out, face down and in nothing but a pair of boxers. He almost looks like a kid with his arms sprawled out everywhere.
“Here I thought it was because I was old,” Vaughn says chuckling.
“Aww, he’s an old soul,” I joke back.
I shed my clothes and scoot up next to Aiden. He wakes up just long enough to pull me to him. Then, I feel Vaughn press against my side. My husband’s arm and leg are thrown over us both as he tries to cuddle us both. His nose nuzzles in my hair and I feel his smile.
“I love this,” I say with a sigh.
“Me too,” they both say back.
“Show me,” I bark into the phone. “I want to see.”
It’s not fucking fair that I have a shit-ton of studying to do. I’d say to hell with studying and just study my new lovers instead, but someone likes to play daddy when he thinks I’m slipping. It’s been a week since I took the dive with Vale and Vaughn, and we’ve all fallen into an easy routine.
Eat. Sleep. Fuck. Work.
Doesn’t leave much time for studying.
Which is why I was banished by the naughty professor to my house so I could get a few hours in without his dick accidentally finding its way into my mouth.
Vale shows up on the Facetime and I can see she’s riding Vaughn. He slides the camera down her front, focusing on the way her tits bounce as she fucks him. My cock is aching in my boxers. I toss my textbook to the floor and slide my palm past the material to grip my dick.
“This is so unfuckingfair,” I groan. “I want to be there.”
The screen turns back to Vaughn’s scowling face. “We want you here too, but someone had to fuck it all up by letting their grades slip.”
Goddamn, I love when he gets all growly.
“To hell with school,” I grumble. I take the camera down to where I’m stroking my dick. “I’d rather have this in your wife’s ass.”
She moans in the background as Vaughn hisses.
“Let me see your face,” he orders.
His intense eyes are back on mine in the next moment.
“I miss you guys,” I tell him. Fuck, I sound like I’m pouting to my own ears. Of course I’m fucking pouting. I could be naked with these two, but I’m at home instead learning about shit I’ll never use again in my life.
“We miss you too,” Vaughn utters. “I’ll see you in class tomorrow.”
He turns the camera back to her body and zooms in on the way her pussy makes his rubber-sheathed dick glisten with her juices. It’s hot as fuck.
“I’m going to come all over my stomach, assholes,” I hiss out.
She cries out and the sounds he’s making send me over the edge. My dick spurts out my release, splattering all over my abs. I lie there breathing heavily as I listen to the both of them come too. When they finish, Vale’s pretty sex-sated face comes into view.
“If I were there, I’d clean up that mess for you.” She licks her sultry lips, doing nothing but driving me crazier.
“Yeah, yeah,” I groan.
“Study hard and I’ll make it up to you tomorrow when you get to work.” She beams at me before turning the camera back to Vaughn.
“I’ll call you guys later before bed,” I tell them.
Someone pounds on my bedroom door and I nearly drop the phone.
“Gotta go. Bye.” I hang up and yank off my shirt to clean up my mess. “Who is it?”
“Dad.”
I pick up my jeans from the floor and pull them on before walking over to the door and letting him in.
“Hey,” I greet, hoping I’m not flushed looking. “What’s up?”
Dad furrows his brows as he inspects me. Then, he travels his gaze over to the textbook on the floor. “Studying?”
“Yep.”
“How’s school?”
“I fucking hate it,” I say with a huff.
His lips press into a firm line as he walks into the room. He picks up the book and sets it on the nightstand. “What’s going on with you?” he asks in that no nonsense way of his.
I laugh and shrug. “Same as always.”
“But you’re seeing someone.”
Two someones actually. “Yep.”
“What’s her name?”
“Vale.”
“Pretty name,” he says absently. “You know you can tell me anything.” His features soften as he regards me.
Not this. I can promise that Dad won’t be half as understanding that I’m fucking a married couple as Easton was when I’d first mentioned it. Dad would probably lock me in my room until I’m forty.
“You have your whole life ahead of you, you know.” His brows furl together. “You don’t have to…settle.”
I groan because he’s done this same spiel with my brother. Anthony whined like a little bitch to me about it. Now, I get why. It’s fucking embarrassing and annoying. “Dad.”
He shrugs. “I’m just saying that you should enjoy yourself in college and—”
“I really like her,” I say sharply. And him.
His eyes narrow as he studies my features. “You’re just so young.”
“Same age as Ava was when you two met,” I challenge.
Despite them being happily married, we both know it doesn’t help his argument considering it’s awfully hypocritical.
“Ava was different. She was mature for her age.”
I arch a brow. “I am too, Dad.”
He clenches his jaw. “You’re still my kid.”
“You don’t give your other kid a hard time and last I checked, we’re the same age.”
“Anthony does what he wants,” he grunts.
“I’d like to do what I want too.”
He walks over to me and pulls me in for a hug. Dad’s not really a hugger, so when he gives you one, you take it gladly.
“It’s my job to worry about my kids,” he says softly. “I’m worried.”
We pull away and I smile at him. “I’m the happiest I’ve ever been,” I assure him.
This seems to satisfy him because he grins back, reminding me of my brother. “Then that makes me happy.”
“My office,” Vaughn barks, scaring a couple of nearby students.
I fake a groan and stalk over to his office. A few girls give me sympathetic smiles along the way. I try not to let on the fact that for two weeks I’ve been fucking my professor and his wife. Or the fact that he’s probably going to either punish me or reward me based on how well I did on the test. Stepping inside, I inhale his unique scent that seems the strongest in here. He follows me in and shuts the door before locking it.
“We’re here to talk about your test,” he says in one of his growly, authoritative tones that has my dick aching with need in my jeans.
“I could think of better things to talk about,” I joke.
His nostrils flare and his jaw clenches. “And what might those better things be?”
“Your cock,” I say, raking my gaze down his front.
Now that we’ve been seeing each other for a couple of weeks, both Vaughn and Vale have lost their nervousness. Both are just as eager as I am to try new things.
His gaze is smoldering as he unzips his pants. He reaches in and tugs out his cock through the opening. It’s hot as fuck seeing his long, thick dick protruding from his slacks. I lick my lips.
“My dick isn’t what I wanted to talk about,” he murmurs as he strokes himself. “Sit down.”
With my eyes on his, I bypass the chairs in front of his desk and sit in his leather chair. I swivel in tim
e to find him rounding the desk. I’m eye level with his cock and my mouth waters for him. When I reach forward, he swats my hand away.
“No.”
Desire burns through me because he’s always so fucking hot when he gets bossy like this.
“What should I be doing, Professor?” I tease, shamelessly rubbing my dick through my jeans.
“Let’s talk about your cock for a minute,” he mutters. “Show me.”
I mimic his actions and pull my dick through the zipper. He assumes a bored expression despite the way fire burns in his brown eyes.
“Nice dick,” he says.
“I think you meant fucking amazing,” I challenge.
A smile tugs at his lips. “You know what is fucking amazing?”
I frown. “What?”
“Your test, Aiden. You aced it.”
“No fucking way.”
“Yes way. Now unbutton your pants and push them down. I’m about to reward you.”
I lift my brows in question but waste no time pushing my boxers and jeans down past my knees. My naughty professor takes a knee in front of me. Instead of touching me, he starts undoing the knot on his tie. I watch with rapt attention.
“Are we going to fuck?” I ask.
“Later,” he assures me. “Right now I’m going to suck your dick for being a good, studious boy.”
I laugh and lean back in my chair. “Then by all means, suck me off, old man.”
Instead of getting offended, he flashes me a wicked look. One that promises dirty deviance. I love that look in his eyes. He slides the tie away and then teases my dick with it. When he grabs my balls and ties the tie around them, a quiver of apprehension unfurls inside me.
“It’ll feel good,” he says.
And since I trust him because he hasn’t failed me yet, I nod and relax. He pulls on the ends of the tie hard enough to make my balls slightly uncomfortable. They bulge from how he has them tied up. He curls his fist around each end of the tie and slightly pulls away from my dick, tightening the grip the tie has on my nuts. I’m about to cry “uncle” and make him back off when he leans forward and licks my shaft from the base on the underside all the way to the tip. His fiery eyes meet mine as he tongues the tip, licking away my salty pre-cum.
