by Kit Rocha
She managed a nod.
"I can see the shadow of your pussy through your panties. I can smell you from here. I can see the fine tremor in your thighs. You're not scared though."
She shook her head.
"You're struggling to let go of that last bit of reserve you've held us back with. I see a woman who's begging to be touched. Begging to be fucked. To be licked and stroked, bitten, kissed and caressed until she's come so many times she can't move. I see a woman who needs that every day. From me and Charlie because you trust us to give you what you need and that includes origami cranes and home repairs every bit as much as orgasms. Now, what do you see when you look at me?"
Could she?
She licked her lips again.
"I see you pinching the front pleat of your pants. Like you want to touch me so you make yourself be satisfied with that instead."
Her voice was low and throaty, which surprised all three of them.
She cleared her throat. "I see your cock, pressing at your zipper. I can see your pulse, at your throat and it's throbbing and I wonder if your cock is throbbing that hard too. Your gaze is roving all over my body, but you check in with Charlie here and there. You two have done this before."
She frowned before she could stop herself.
Hatch snorted, shaking his head. "No. We've gone over this so let me underline it. We have never done this before. We've shared women between us, yes. But you're not just any woman we enjoy. You know that. Let yourself admit it."
She might have, but it was nice to hear anyway. Not that she had any business feeling one way or the other about it.
"Charlie, pull her panties to the side."
Charlie hummed against her ear as he slid his hand down her belly, the blunt tips of his fingers grasping the hem of her panties to pull them aside, exposing her to Hatch's gaze.
He made sure to dip into the well of her pussy, circling a few times until pleasure built warm and slow. When he moved away, holding the material back, she made a sad sound.
Hatch leaned in so close that she held her breath. But he didn't lick her pussy. He licked Charlie's fingers instead.
Her breath stuttered from her lips. Charlie nuzzled her neck. "He's licking you from my fingers, sunshine."
"I know," she said it around a groan.
"Back to my earlier question." Hatch's words blew his breath over her pussy lips and she lost her mind for a moment. The bristle of his beard brushed against her inner thighs as he pulled back.
"Wh-what?"
"What you see when you look at me."
"I told you."
"No you didn't. Not all of it. In you I see a woman who wants more than she's brave enough to ask for. I see our woman."
"Fuck me." She blurted it out, not caring that she begged.
Hatch's smile made her nipples even harder. He noticed that too.
"I think those nipples need attention. What do you think, Charlie?"
"My hands are full of pussy and hair, baby. You're going to have to take care of that. In fact, I think you should use your cock."
Hatch wanted to wait to touch her. Wanted to order Charlie to do the things he wanted to her. He wanted a lot of things. Chief among them was the trust of the woman staring up at him with those big blue eyes.
He'd planned to slowly please her until he had no choice but to see the truth of what they all were to one another. Wanted to hold back and have Charlie touch her until she begged Hatch to do it as well.
But she was impossible to resist.
"Do you want that?"
She nodded.
He unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out, fisting it over and over as he watched her. She licked her lips again and he slid his thumb through the slick at the head, getting close enough to stroke it over her bottom lip. She sucked his thumb into her mouth and he groaned.
"Is that what you're going to do to his cock?" Charlie spoke into her ear and Hatch closed his eyes a moment as she hummed in the affirmative.
He drew his thumb back.
She licked her lips, leaning back to Charlie's shoulder once more. "Maybe I'll suck your cock instead and you can suck his at the same time."
Both men got silent, thinking about it.
She looked up at Hatch, smiling, knowing she got to him.
He rubbed the head of his cock against her left nipple, delighting in her squirm.
"She still wet?" he asked Charlie.
She made a sound then, when Hatch knew Charlie played through those slick folds, a sound that brought more precome seeping from his slit. It glistened against the hard, dark point of her nipple.
"Yes. And whatever you just did, she clamped down around my fingers and rained that sweet honey all over my hand."
Jesus.
Now they were both playing with him. Teasing. Inciting.
He couldn't stop himself from teasing the head of his cock over her mouth, pulling back when she tried to open to suck him inside.
"Oh, no, luscious. I'll let you know when I want you to suck my cock."
Her frown made him want to laugh. Goddamn this woman made him happy on so many levels.
"Don't like to be told no, do you?"
"Who does?"
He stepped close, but instead of putting his cock in her mouth, he tapped Charlie's lips. With an easy smile, Charlie opened to him, swirling his tongue around the head just how Hatch liked it.
She struggled to turn her head but Charlie held her hair tight. She could only see from the corner of her eye, but it was happening right next to her face so she could hear it.
Charlie was such a devious fucker.
She struggled in his arms, a creature of so much light and sensuality the reality of what she was to him was a beautiful ache. Her scent rose, mixing with Hatch's. She made these little sounds in her throat that rendered him so hard, it was all Charlie could do to not pull himself out and plunge deep into the cunt wrapped around his fingers.
He sucked Hatch's cock slow and easy, keeping him wet. She rolled her hips, riding his fingers. Charlie angled his wrist and stroked his thumb over her clit. She whimpered and Hatch stroked a hand over her hair and Charlie's grip.
Hatch spoke to Summer. "Mmm, he's making us both hot, isn't he? Tell me what he's doing."
"He..." She groaned as Charlie pressed the pad of his thumb against her a little harder. He loved to see her come, loved to push her into pushing Hatch into coming.
"Charlie, stop teasing."
Hatch's gaze met his. Charlie pulled back, flicking his tongue against the crown of Hatch's cock, sucking it back into his mouth slowly.
When Hatch pulled back again, Charlie licked his lips as he captured Hatch's gaze. "I love to tease."
With a flex of his hips, Hatch's cock filled Charlie's mouth and they both groaned.
Charlie sucked Hatch's cock and drew his thumb back and forth over Summer's clit. She was close. So close. Her cunt superheated around his fingers, so wet he could hear his fingers moving.
Hatch's fingers tightened and Charlie knew they were both so close. Summer undulated on him, her breath coming in gulps of air as she struggled to see him suck down Hatch's cock.
The power of the tease settled in and Charlie reveled in it. Both these larger-than-life, passionate people were his. He brought them pleasure. They trusted him to do it. This was right. Everything he'd wanted and more than he'd imagined.
She arched on a cry as she tightened around the fingers inside her. Hatch snarled a curse and sped.
"Damn it, yes, suck me good, Charlie."
He fucked Charlie's face and exploded just moments later, flooding Charlie with his taste as he came.
Hatch stepped back and raked a gaze over both of them. "Incorrigible."
"Where your dick is concerned and her cunt? Yes. Without apology."
Hatch smirked.
Summer had gone boneless and warm like a kitten. The weight of her against his cock drove Charlie crazy.
"What do you see, Charli
e?"
"When I look at you?" he asked Hatch.
"That'll do for a start."
"You're used to handling everything. Making it right for everyone. You fucked up. And it's out of your hands and it's making you crazy. You want her. You have her body but you want her trust. You're terrified she'll never trust you again and it'll be your fault because you threw it away."
She stirred against him but he kept his fist in her hair.
"What about her?" There was a slight tremor in Hatch's words and Charlie knew he'd hit it on the head.
"She never stopped loving you. While you were gone she could love the memory of you. Risk free. She had opportunities to be with people, to make it work but she chose not to let anyone in. Because there was no room. You were there. It makes her feel weak and alternately strong. She's terrified that if she admits she does trust you, you'll leave again and she'll be unable to move on and be broken like her sister. But she's even more afraid to admit out loud that you can never be totally sure someone won't ever hurt you and really loving means living with that knowledge."
Hatch's gaze softened as the words hit him and settled in. "And what about you, Charlie?"
"Me? I love you both so much it hurts. I love you so much, Summer, that if this doesn't work out I don't know what I'd do because while I love Hatch, your being in my life has changed everything. I love being between you. Love the trust you both show when you let me smooth the way between us all. I'm happy. Happier than I've ever been. After nine years on the road I have come home. I understand home in a totally different way than I ever have and I'm fucking scared that if things fall apart I'd have to see you with someone else and it would break me."
The three of them were silent for long moments.
"You're so clever, Charlie Franco. Clever and brave. And I do trust you. With my heart. And my house key and my body. Hatch and I are difficult. You're used to him, but add me and you have a full-time job. Are you absolutely sure?"
Hatch dropped to his knees and looked up Summer's body. First at her and then to Charlie. He drew her panties off and tossed them to the side. He kissed up her thigh and buried his face in her cunt. Licking mercilessly until she trembled all over, tightened her muscles and came. He surged up and kissed her lips. Kissed her until she breathed herself through him.
Charlie spoke, "I'm utterly sure. I was born to love you both."
Charlie's words roused her. "You were right. Though you left yourself out of the equation. I'm not sure I'd be able to find my way back to Hatch without you. And I'm totally sure I wouldn't be happy if you weren't here right now. I'm scared, but not more than I'm in love."
"Here I am, on my knees before you both." Hatch snorted. "It's always been you, Summer. And then there was Charlie and now I have you both and I don't think I deserve to be this freaking happy. I'm going to mess up. I'm an asshole, we know this. But I need you to trust me enough to make it right when I screw up. Enough to let my hands and lips tell you what I'm not going to say right with words."
She paused for long moments and then nodded. "If I didn't trust you, Hatch, I'd have never let you in my house. I wouldn't be here with you right now. This isn't going to be easy. But I think it can be good. And forever. You guys could move in here." Her gaze skirted away briefly and then returned. "You know if you wanted. You could keep your caravan if you...wanted to go someday. But sleep and live here with me."
Hatch got it. He'd been so stupid. That caravan must have been a nagging reminder of him leaving. Of his ability to pick up and go on a whim. "We were only holding on to it until you finally asked us to live here or we got our own, bigger place and made you move in with us. I'm not leaving you. I went out and I lived and saw things I never would have. I met Charlie and now he's ours."
"And you're mine," Charlie added.
"And we're his. But you were always meant to be mine. We can travel. The three of us. See the world together when and if we want. But you're the place we want to put down roots. Do you understand? We aren't going anywhere."
Summer blinked back tears. "I'm stuck with you?"
He grinned. "Yes. I'm sure we can sell the caravan easily enough. Or we can rent it for extra income. Whatever you want."
"I just came twice, I'm relatively easy right now."
"And I want to fuck you," Charlie said to Hatch.
Summer hummed. "Yes, that would be delicious."
Hatch stood and helped her to her feet.
Charlie kissed her neck, his hands on her breasts, his gaze locked on Hatch. "Lube's in the bedroom. Get in there and wait."
Her nipples tightened as Hatch swallowed hard and obeyed.
"I love when he does that for you."
Charlie smiled against her neck. "Me too, sunshine. I'm going to need your help."
He spun her and she kissed him. "Good."
They walked into the bedroom and Hatch had laid out the lube on the bed. She shivered at the sight.
"You get naked, Summer, and then get him naked too," Charlie told her as he began to get his own clothes off.
She pulled her dress off. Her panties were somewhere in the living room and she hadn't been wearing a bra.
She stepped to Hatch and pulled his undershirt off. His ink drew her hands as she caressed her palms across the curled up dragon on his chest, down his left arm where the tail curled around from shoulder to wrist.
She unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down. His cock was already beginning to revive after Charlie had made him come. "I love it that both of you have such a quick recovery time."
"Me too because I seem to never stop wanting you."
She kissed his belly button. "Good."
Charlie moved up behind her and pulled her to stand, brushing her against the length of his body as he did.
"After I fuck him, we'll go for that swim and then I'll fuck you too."
She looked back over her shoulder. "I'm going to hold you to that."
Charlie looked around the room as he thought. Finally he turned to Summer. "I want you on the bed. You can lean against the pillows. Both of us are going to want at you."
Okay then. Charlie giving orders was a thing of beauty. She scrambled up to the bed, giving them both a show as she crawled on her hands and knees to get in place. When she flipped over, they both watched, hungry looks on their faces, hands on their dicks.
"Hands and knees over her. I want your ass."
Hatch shivered as he climbed on the bed. His cock was fully erect again. Hard and dark, glossy at the slit.
He dipped his head to lick over her mouth and then settle in for a kiss.
Charlie shook his head. "You two, how much bounty can one person expect in their life? And here I have so much."
He got on the bed, snugging up behind Hatch. He kissed down Hatch's spine, licking the gooseflesh that rose.
Charlie reached around, fisting Hatch's cock a few times.
"Fuck yeah," Hatch rumbled.
Charlie bit his neck but it was Summer who gasped at the sight. Her pupils were huge as she watched them both. Her gaze landing on Charlie's fist on Hatch's cock.
Charlie moved back, kissing his way back down Hatch's spine, pausing to deliver a nip to his ass cheek. Hard enough to leave a mark.
He didn't need the lube. Not yet.
He spread Hatch wide, blowing over his asshole. He dipped enough to lick over Hatch's sac from behind and then back up to his hole. Licking over it.
Hatch made a sound so deep and raw it shot straight to Charlie's cock. He got Hatch nice and wet before he dug in, reveling in Hatch's response. He shoved his ass back at Charlie.
He pulled away long enough to speak. "Don't touch your cock, Hatch."
"May not need to," Hatch growled and Charlie grinned. Charlie knew he could push Hatch into coming just from his mouth and tongue. Knew it was exquisite torture too.
But he also knew the brush of his cock against Hatch's gland would make him blow all over Summer's belly. And he had plans along those lines
.
So he pushed some more until Hatch writhed beneath him, his muscles trembling and then Charlie pulled back.
"Sunshine, get over here and lube me up."
She got out from under Hatch and moved to Charlie on her knees, taking the lube from him and pouring it over his cock. She used her hands, getting him nice and slippery.
He hissed at how good it was and then again when she poured it over Hatch's asshole.
"Thank you. Now get back under him. Legs outside his thighs though. Scoot down a little."
She nodded and got to it. He waited until she'd gotten into place before he pressed into Hatch's hole. Charlie snarled at how it felt. Tight and smooth, hot, so fucking hot and slick he popped past that ring of muscle easily enough.
Summer looked up, around Hatch's body, to watch Charlie's face. Concentration etched into his features at first as he worked his way inside Hatch. Then pleasure washed over him as he began to move. She knew when he'd bumped Hatch's gland because Hatch jerked and moaned every time.
It left her hot and wet and aching for more. She wanted to touch them both but it was clear Charlie had a plan so she made herself wait for him to tell her what to do next.
When she turned her attention to Hatch, he watched her through half-lidded eyes, glazed with heat and promise. She shivered and he smiled slow and sexy.
His cock was so hard and dark she nearly felt sorry for him. But she knew the outcome of this little game between her men. Knew Hatch would come so hard when Charlie wanted him to.
"Baby, your face. You're killing me," Hatch murmured to her. "Your skin is flushed and your nipples are hard. You want it, don't you?"
"I have it."
Charlie hummed. "Sunshine, you always know what to say."
She laughed. "Not always. But this? Between the three of us? Yes, it's just right."
