Stitches

by Sam Mariano

  “We can all watch a movie after we’re done fucking you,” Sebastian informs me.

  His words send shivers of desire through me. A faint strain of arousal already throbs between my legs, visions of both of them having me flashing through my mind. It’s a normal part of my reality these days, but it’s no less intoxicating. My strong, gorgeous husband, Griff with his brute strength and rough hands—so big and blunt, yet he handles my body with such tender care.

  I deposit my necklace on the dresser and reach back to unzip my skirt. “Am I the only one getting naked?” I ask, lifting a dark eyebrow since both of them are just lying there watching me.

  The corners of Griff’s mouth curve up. “We’re enjoying the show first.”

  “Griff has had a rough day,” Sebastian tells me. “I need you to make him feel better.”

  I drag my tiny black top off and drop it onto the floor as I approach the bed. “Well, what kind of wife would I be if I didn’t drop everything and meet your needs?”

  “A normal one?” Griff suggests.

  I ignore him and climb up on the bed, straddling my husband’s legs and running my hands along the muscular thighs I love so much. God, I love Sebastian’s body.

  Much more appropriately, my handsome husband grips my chin and tips my face up to look into his. Intense blue eyes meet mine, his handsome face wickedly stern. “The kind of wife that needs to be punished.”

  I lean down and flatten my body against his, tugging his dress shirt out of his slacks and unbuttoning it, holding his gaze all the while. “Well, as delicious as that sounds, here I am. What do good wives get?”

  Now he smiles. “Whatever they want.”

  I pounce on him, climbing up his body and leaning in to kiss his sexy mouth. “I want you naked,” I inform him.

  “I can make that happen,” he murmurs against my lips. His fingers skim the sides of my arms, then dip in to grab my hips. He flips me on my back and I let out a little squeal. Now he’s on top of me, smirking. “You were getting a little too bossy there, sweetheart.”

  I sigh softly as he lifts my arms above my head, then skims his fingers down the undersides of my arms, causing gooseflesh to rise up everywhere. Now that he’s planted me on my spot on the bed, Griff is right next to me. I reach my right hand out to give his arm a light caress.

  “You okay, Griff?”

  He nods, his gaze drifting from my face to my breasts, still covered by the strapless bra I wore today. The strapless ones never stay up very well, so I’m set to pop right out of it any second.

  “He’ll feel much better once he takes his aggressions out on you,” Sebastian states.

  My pussy throbs. I look up at Griff imploringly, letting my hand drift between his legs to rub the hard cock he hasn’t released yet. I’m hungry for it, for him, and I’d like to coax him out of his comfort zone. If he has some aggressions to vent, I’m more than happy to help him out with that.

  “Is that true, Griff?” I ask, holding his gaze. “Are you gonna take your aggressions out on me?”

  I want him to say yes, to overcome this idea he has that I’m too precious to fuck roughly, but I can’t tell if I’ll get my way. Maybe not tonight, but it’s going to happen, dammit. One of these nights, I’ll poke the bear until he can’t hold back and he fucks me with all he’s got.

  I feel arousal pool between my legs at the mere thought of it and I shift, squeezing my thighs together.

  “You can have her mouth tonight,” Sebastian informs Griff.

  I’m so happy to hear that. I want my husband inside me so badly. I know he won’t hesitate to give me what I need, and I get to play with Griff, too. “I have the best life,” I inform them.

  Sebastian grins down at me as he unbuttons his black slacks. “And we have the best wife.”

  Griff drags himself out of observation mode and comes to life, bending to kiss his way across my breasts. I close my eyes as he pops a nipple into his mouth and begins to suck on it, sending bursts of pleasure all through my body. Then my husband gives my pussy some attention, sinking a finger inside me. Griff cradles my upper body in his arm and unhooks my bra, dragging it off and tossing it on the floor so he can lavish attention on my breasts without the obstruction. It’s so sexy when they both play with me at the same time.

  Griff’s voice is low and rough with need. “Tell me how much you want me, Moira.”

  My heart sinks and I wind my arms around him, holding him close. “I don’t just want you, Griff,” I tell him, leaning in to kiss his neck. “I need you. I need to taste you. I need to feel you. I need to be taken by you.”

  I can feel my words soothing him. It’s so much different from my relationship with Sebastian. I tell him I need him all the time, but I never feel like he needs it. Sebastian has more power in our relationship than I have, but with Griff, the power is mine. I can make his day in a minute, just by needing him with the same ferocity he needs me.

  Sebastian strokes my pussy, thumbing circles around my clit. He doesn’t say anything, but the pleasure he stokes feels like a direct reward. I’ve pleased him by pleasing Griff, and that makes me want to please him more. I keep Griff close with one arm around him, but I let the other slide down to his firm ass. I give it a squeeze, then slide my hand around the front of him and go to work freeing his cock.

  “Find something you like?” he murmurs against my breast.

  My own heart thunders in my ear while I murmur close to his, “Please, Griff.”

  With one last searing kiss, he pops off my nipple and straightens, pushing my hand away and dragging down the zipper of his pants. “You want this, huh?”

  “Yes,” I tell him, eyeing up the bulge, letting him see how greedy I am as he lowers his pants, then shoves down his boxer briefs. His cock is hard and ready for me. I twist and brace my weight on my elbow, grasping him with my other hand and stroking his hard length.

  Sebastian pulls his fingers out of me and grabs my hips, turning me over the rest of the way so I’m on my belly. Griff changes positions so I’m between his legs and I bend my head, taking him into my mouth while Sebastian shoves two fingers inside me and squeezes the globes of my ass. Everything feels so good. Sebastian builds up my pleasure, thrusting his fingers in and out of me while I labor over his best friend’s cock. Griff tenderly moves his fingers through my hair, emitting quiet, steady sounds of pleasure.

  It gets harder and harder to concentrate on pleasuring Griff as Sebastian’s skilled fingers travel the familiar path toward my pleasure. He’s still only using his fingers, but Sebastian can get me off with any part of his body. Sometimes I think the man could talk me to an orgasm if he really set his mind to it. Right now they hit my G-spot relentlessly. I don’t want to leave Griff hanging, but I have to pop off, my fingers digging into his thighs. I cry out desperately as Sebastian pushes me closer and closer to the edge.

  “Stop,” Griff says, suddenly.

  I don’t think he’s talking to me, but my heart obeys him. I look up, betrayal flashing across my features, and to my dismay, my husband listens!

  “No,” I object, looking back at Sebastian. “What are you doing?”

  He watches Griff, cocking his head. Ordinarily Sebastian calls the shots, but he seems curious.

  My husband further betrays me, pulling his fingers from my body altogether. I sag against the mattress rather dramatically, but fuck, why would you steal my orgasm right at the last second like that?

  “I’m never having sex with either of you again,” I threaten, despite the absolute lack of truth to that statement. “Never ever. I hope you both have good relationships with your hands.”

  Griff smirks, pushing me off his leg and climbing behind me. I should probably pay more attention to his movements, but I’m too sexually frustrated.

  “Her mouth’s not enough,” Griff states. “Tonight her pussy’s mine.”

  Relief drizzles through me at least knowing despite stealing my orgasm, now Griff is going to shove his long cock inside
my pussy and fill the aching void.

  Amusement is heavy in my husband’s voice. “I don’t know, she just swore she’d never fuck us again. Think she meant it?”

  It’s such a ridiculous notion, a burst of laughter shoots out of Griff.

  “You’re both assholes,” I inform them, without moving from my crater of disappointment. “Somebody better fuck me or I’m going to finish the job myself.”

  “Go ahead,” Sebastian says, apparently unthreatened. “We’ll enjoy the show and fuck you after.”

  “I’m not going to turn that down,” Griff agrees.

  “Nope. I’m going to make you both lie here with blue balls,” I inform them. “I’ll get myself off and then my pussy will be closed for business—and my ass and my mouth, before anyone gets any ideas.”

  “I guess now you know how to piss off Moira,” Sebastian tells Griff. “Stop fucking her just before she comes.”

  “I’m gonna go find a third husband,” I state. “One who will give me all the orgasms I want and never leave me—”

  I don’t get to finish my empty threat. I feel a large presence hovering over me, a cock poking me in the lower back, then a big, rough hand closes over my mouth. Griff. I don’t know what he’s doing, but a shiver of excitement flutters through me at this sudden burst of dominance.

  His face burrows into my neck, then he nibbles on my ear lobe. His gravelly voice fills my ear. “I don’t fucking think so, baby. You’re all ours.”

  I tip my head back and easily get his hand off my mouth. It slides lower to my throat. “Why don’t you show me, then?”

  “Is that what you need?” he murmurs, before leaving a few hot kisses along the pale column of my neck.

  I shiver and nod my head. “I need you to show me I’m yours, Griff. Fuck me like you own me, like this is your only chance to prove it.”

  His fingers dance along my neck one more time while he seems to consider, then his hand drifts away. I swallow, waiting to see what he’ll do.

  He grabs my shoulder and rolls me onto my back, pinning me beneath his powerful body. Excitement surges through me as he grabs my hands and wrenches them over my head.

  Oh, god, yes.

  “You keep these right here,” he orders.

  “Yes, sir,” I murmur, watching him with interest.

  His eyes narrow and I have to bite back a smile. He drags his hands down my sides, then grabs my legs and parts them, positioning himself at my entrance. Sebastian got me ready for him so I’m already drenched. Now Griff’s hips rock forward and his impressive cock sinks inside me. I exhale, my eyes rolling back as he fills me. Although I’m normally obedient, my left hand drifts to his shoulder so I can hold on.

  As he pulls back and thrusts deep inside me, Griff’s strong hand locks around my wrist. This time he pins it above my head with much more force. Fire in his eyes, he tells me, “I said keep these up here.”

  I hold his gaze, my heart kicking up a couple speeds. Some of that aggression I’ve been hearing about is painted all over his handsome face as he shoves inside me again and again. Instead of treating my body like the glass castle he was born to protect, he pounds inside me now, storming the gates, fucking me like I’m the one who’s been giving him so much grief and he’s here to punish me for it.

  It’s fucking glorious. I try to move and he doesn’t let me. Now that he’s let himself off his leash, he uses me violently, shoves me around like a rag doll, flips me over and buries himself inside me from behind. He grabs a fistful of hair and yanks until I cry out, fucking me harder, taking instead of asking, possessing instead of worshipping.

  They’re the same thing to me. Even as roughly as he handles my body now, he takes care to position me just right so he can hit my G-spot. Every delicious stroke of his cock winds me tighter and tighter, pushes me closer and closer to the precipice. I’m panting for him, my body pulled helplessly against his. One of his hands remains fisted in my hair, but now the other does the greatest thing—it drifts down to my sensitive clit. I gasp, throwing my head back against his shoulder. He rubs it while he fucks me, while he pulls my hair.

  I come so hard my vision goes spotty, but Griff holds on, keeps rubbing me, keeps fucking me. He’s relentless. I’m exhausted. I’m spent. Until I’m not anymore. Until my toes start to curl and he drives me toward another impossible burst of pleasure. His fingers get me there first. My body feels so drained I try to get away from him, but he locks his arm around my neck and holds me in place. “Nope. You asked for it, now you’re gonna keep fucking taking it until I’m done with you.”

  His words make me dizzy with desire, despite my exhaustion. He thrusts harder, deeper. He owns me, just like I wanted. Then he makes me come again, and it hits even harder than the first two times. I can’t think—I’m just pleasure in human form, clenching around his dick, crying out, trying to release some of the pleasure erupting inside of me to make it more manageable. He groans, pushes deep, and fills me with his cum.

  I don’t try to move. He collapses on the bed behind me and drags me over to face him. I guess since I’m not moving, he tips my chin up, pushing my mess of dark hair back out of my face to check on me.

  “You okay?”

  I smile up at him and use what little strength I have left in my body to roll up against him, smashing my breasts against his side, draping my arm across his torso and pressing a kiss against his chest. “Oh, yes,” I assure him.

  He offers a little smile back and strokes my hair. There’s so much tenderness in his touch and I’m still coasting along on a sea of bliss, so I can’t keep professions from tumbling right out of my mouth.

  “I love you, Griff.”

  His hand stills for a moment and I hear him swallow. Then his fingers resume their path through my hair and he murmurs back, “I love you, Moira.”

  The bed creaks behind me as Sebastian sinks into his spot. I realize we completely left him out and I roll over halfway to look at him. “I’m sorry, honey. Give me a minute to get feeling back in my arms and I’ll get you off.”

  Sebastian smirks, shaking his head. “You’re comfy. Don’t worry about it. You can get me in the morning.”

  I reach back for his hand. He twines his fingers together with mine, but I need him closer. “Cuddle with me.”

  He scoots closer, resting a hand on my hip and pressing his strong chest against my back. I can hear the steady rhythm of Griff’s heartbeat beneath my head, and feel the heat rolling off my husband as he cradles my body from behind.

  Now everything is perfect.

  24

  Griff

  I wake up to the unmistakable sounds of Moira getting fucked in the shower. The door is cracked open; I can hear the steady spray of water, the slap of skin against skin. Moira cries out at regular intervals. Sebastian says filthy fucking things to her. My cock stirs with interest but I ignore it. Doing my best to ignore them, I stretch out on the pillow-top mattress and catch the lavender scent of Moira on the pillow next to mine. A helpless smile splits my face.

  I’m fucking happy. I shouldn’t be. My life is still in shambles, same as last night when I was miserable. Nothing’s really changed, so I should still feel like a sorry bastard in a shitty situation, but how can I when I get to wake up like this? All night Moira slept snuggled up against my side, content as a kitten wedged there between me and Seb.

  I never dreamed we could both have this much. Sure, I’ve been riding Sebastian’s coattails professionally for years, pouring money I didn’t care about into his ideas, working toward his vision, but that wasn’t personally fulfilling. None of that ever made me happy. That was for Seb. It was his dream to have financial success, to make a name for himself. He’s the one who wanted all that stuff.

  I wanted this. A family. A home. Something I could always count on, a safe place to call mine. I wanted to let in happiness; I just never felt comfortable enough to do it. While I never consciously admitted it, being with Ashley never had the feel of permanence. I had settle
d into the idea that she was it for me—I married her, after all—but I never had this feeling of being where I’m meant to be. I found an abandoned building I could squat in for a time, but it never felt like it belonged to me.

  Even sharing Moira, this does. I’m sharing her with my best friend, with the only permanent person I’ve ever had in my life. It’s not something I would have sought out myself, but now I think I almost prefer sharing with him to having something that’s only mine. Maybe I failed to keep my own shoddy marriage afloat, but Seb can hold a ship steady through the most brutal of storms. Even if we eventually hit rougher waters, there’s more stability with all three of us working to keep things steady. What could be better than the three of us taking on life as one cohesive unit?

  Seb and Moira emerge from the bathroom together. That first night I felt like an interloper, but now I’m perfectly comfortable with it. It doesn’t bother me that Moira’s face is flushed, her expression a little dreamy, and I know it’s because of what he was just doing to her. Especially after Ashley cheated, I would’ve thought something like that would rankle, but it’s entirely different; there’s no deception here, no malice, no selfishness. No one is doing anything to hurt anyone else. Moira isn’t just mine or his now, she’s ours. We both love her, we both fuck her, and that’s the way it is.

  Absorbed in his own thoughts a world away from mine, Seb rakes his fingers through his damp hair and heads for the closet to get dressed. I want to know what’s on his mind—especially since it’s probably my shit—but Moira climbs up on the bed and steals my attention before I can ask.

  “Good morning, handsome.” She’s wearing a fluffy bath robe instead of clothing this morning. I rarely see her without her hair and make-up done, but I like the intimacy of it. I lock an arm around her waist and drag her on top of me. She grins and leans in to give me a tender kiss.

  “Good shower?” I murmur, playfully.