by Ruby Rowe
“As long as you want it, too,” Jake replies. He gets on the bed on his knees and moves close to my side near my chest.
“I do, but I’m nervous.”
Elliott moves between my legs and bends them to make room for himself. In no time, he strokes my pussy with his tongue, fingering me, too, and Jake sets back on his legs to watch. He massages my breast, and I’m about to come from this experience alone.
Sliding his fingers in and out of me faster, Elliott swirls his tongue around my clit. Jake leans over and sucks on my nipples, and I grip his hair, bracing myself as I lift my pelvis to get closer to Elliott’s mouth.
Too many sensations.
An abundance of pleasure.
Sensory overload…
I moan shamelessly as their wet mouths and hands stroke and lick … suck and bite. The hypnotic sounds are raw and taboo, their touches magical.
Jake and Elliott worship my body like no one deserves. They said they were committed to making this work, and I now believe them.
Elliott tilts his eyes up at times to look at Jake pleasuring me, and it’s reassuring to see them enjoying this, too. I stretch my arm over to take hold of Jake’s cock. He groans, and straightening his body, he stares down, watching me stroke him.
I gawk at his eight pack, and the V coming off his hips, wishing I could touch them, too. Fuck, this is erotic, intoxicating, and I can hardly breathe.
I clutch the sheet with my free hand as Elliott focuses on my clit, licking it over and over. He doesn’t stop fucking me with his fingers until I break apart around them. I squeeze Jake’s cock and convulse, the pleasure swallowing me up.
“Holy hell, this is fucking hot,” he says.
I can’t help but bask in the pleasure. I have to give back to them, and with my foggy brain, I scramble to think of how best to do it.
Since Jake had the condom, I decide to let him fuck me. Elliott gave me oral, so I’ll give it back.
“Jake, get behind me,” I bravely say as I climb on all fours and crawl toward the side of the bed. Elliott’s dragging his thumb and finger around his lips, wiping it as he watches me. I look at him and nod for him to come over to the side of the bed.
He strolls around it, and with his tall height, his cock’s in front of me, iron-hard against his stomach. I hear Jake opening the condom, and the second he grabs my hips and thrusts into me, I gasp.
As I’m being fucked from behind, Elliott guides his smooth cock between my lips, and I’m at his mercy, unable to use my hands. I suck and taste his pre-cum, my head bobbing each time I take him inside my mouth.
Jake slams into me and groans, and I also hear a hiss sail from Elliott’s lips as I cover the entire length of him. He palms the top of my head, pushing it down and burying his cock deep.
I’m once again overwhelmed by the array of sensations. The pleasure is building exponentially, but I want them to come instead of me.
If I orgasm, I’m sure I’ll have to stop sucking Elliott for several seconds, and I don’t want that to happen, so I focus on pleasuring him as Jake drives into me hard, picking up speed.
The bed’s shaking, and our bodies are slapping against each other. The sucking sounds, panting and groaning … it all creates a high–a euphoria I’ve never experienced before.
Jake grasps my hips firmly, indenting them with his fingertips while groaning wildly and exploding inside of me. Elliott loses control, too, and comes in my mouth.
They’re both buried so deep, claiming me simultaneously, and nothing has ever felt so right.
Pulling out, Jake climbs off the bed, and I swallow Elliott’s cum. His fingers play in my hair as he falls from his high.
I’m in shock and awe over what we’ve done, but I feel no regret. It was hands down one of the best moments of my life. Realizing my arms and legs are shaking, I move to my back and stretch out on the bed.
Elliott lies next to me but turns us so we’re spooning. His hand splays over my pounding heart, and he exhales with contentment, bringing me even closer to his searing body. I feel the peace, too, the relief that we can finally be together.
Jake joins us, and as he rests on his back in front of me, I cover his chest with my hand and gaze up at him. I must be the luckiest woman in the world today, having my hope restored and feeling cherished beyond belief. My happy future no longer feels like it was lost in the past.
Jake stares down at me, the relief evident in his expressive eyes, too. As we all begin to breathe easy, he skims the back of his hand down my cheek.
“You’re ours now, doll. You don’t have to choose.”
“I love you, Sailor Girl,” Elliott whispers.
I close my eyes, settling my body between my whole world.
“I love you both, too.”
EPILOGUE
Elliott
“Oh, my God, how did you two get the nerve to do this the first time?” Sailor asks Jake and I after the young tattoo artist starts up his gun inside the small room we’re in.
I chuckle and rub Sailor’s shoulders. “The same way you’re going to get the nerve.”
“We’re not supposed to have visible tattoos at school.”
“And we already bought you the best makeup to cover it.”
“Baby, if you don’t want to get it, we’ll understand,” Jake says.
The young male artist tilts his eyes up and flits them between the three of us. He huffs a breath upward to get the hair that’s fallen from his dirty-blond ponytail out of his face.
“No, I want this. It’s ceremonious, officially binding the three of us together.”
The artist, I think he goes by Levi, looks at us again as I lean over to whisper in Sailor’s ear.
“I think the three of us already joined together … a few times actually.” She shivers and snickers.
“The last month has been amazing,” she murmurs.
“I concur.”
Levi slides his chair back, and I notice the old Avengers movie poster on the wall right behind him.
“OK, I have to ask. Are you three together? Like together, together?”
Jake smirks. “Yeah, do you have a problem with it?”
“No. I think it’s fucking awesome.”
We all laugh. “All right then. Let’s get this anchor finished up on my arm,” Jake says.
“Sure thing, and then we’ll see if your girl here can go through with it,” Levi replies, winking at Sailor.
“Oh, I’m getting it. It’s too important.” Moving closer to the table Jake’s sitting on, she grasps his hand and nervously plays with her necklace.
“We’re anchored together, all three of us, and this will only solidify it further.” There’s excitement in Sailor’s voice like she’s happy to have another person to discuss our arrangement with.
“Anchors keep their ships from drifting away,” she adds. “These tattoos will be another reminder for us to stay grounded and trust each other in our unique relationship. We’re determined to never drift apart.”
“Poetic, chick. I have a feeling these two guys are lucky to have you.”
“I’m the lucky one, getting love from two remarkable men at once, and I made a vow not to take it for granted.”
Jake stares at Sailor affectionately as I lean around to kiss her cheek. The last month has not been short of challenges. Jake and I occasionally want Sailor when we can’t have her, but we ensure she never knows it.
We trust each other more every day, believing that the other one won’t try to take all her love. Sharing Sailor has had its unexpected perks, too, in and out of the bedroom.
We’ve made our own family and are not naive to the fact that there will be tough decisions to make in the future when it comes to matters like having children. But for now, we’re worshiping Sailor, and it’s the best feeling in the world.
END NOTES
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ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
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