Room For Three

by Melissa Silvey

  Until I hear, “Your wine, milady,” from my right-hand side. I jump a little, until I look away from Asher and suddenly the world returns.

  “Thank you, Peyton,” I reply.

  “Your eyes are black,” Elise states.

  “I’ve been told that before, but they are actually just really dark brown. That’s what my eye doctor tells me, anyway.” He smiles at her as he says it.

  “My eyes are green. Eyes are funny, because everyone’s are different.”

  The anxiety that had a grip on my heart at her question loosens a little. I eagerly take a drink of wine, which I don’t normally partake in, and return to cutting the chicken.

  “How do you like it?” Peyton asks.

  His eyes are flat when I look across the table at him. We are both in the same position, I guess. We are both beguiled by Asher Glass, by his good looks and gorgeous body. We are both unsure of the position he’s put us in. Does he really want us both equally? Will we both willingly do whatever kinky sex acts he comes up with to satisfy his desires?

  But to be honest, gazing at Peyton, and remembering just how good he looked naked and aroused, I have to admit to myself I could have it worse than having two gorgeous, smart, and successful boyfriends.

  “I think I like it,” I reply. I take another drink of wine, but I think he knows I don’t mean just the wine. “I think I like it a lot.”

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  I never thought I’d have children. I am smart enough to realize my shortcomings. I am far from a “people person”. Children need a degree of empathy that I lack. Beyond that, I never thought I’d have a relationship with a woman long enough to want to impregnate her.

  All of that changed when I met Charlie. I felt hope that maybe I could have someone who would love me and care for the rest of my life. I’m not sure I would have thought about kids, though, if she didn’t already have one. Or maybe I would have. I’m changing. I can feel it.

  I wanted to make sure that I could do it, though, before I took the next step. Could I get along with her daughter? Would she like me? Would I like her? Would I be able to interact with a child? Would she think I am strange, or a freak?

  Apparently, she doesn’t.

  “Your house is awesome, Mr. Asher! You are the coolest!” Elise commented earlier while we were walking on the beach. After cookies and cake, when we returned to the house, she proclaimed my pool the “best thing ever.” And finally, after watching her favorite movie on the projector and big screen, until she almost fell asleep between me and her mother, she said, “Thank you for inviting us, Mr. Asher. This is the best vacation ever!”

  And then she reached over and hugged me. I can’t describe the feeling that flooded through me. At that moment, I wanted to take the little girl everywhere. I wanted her and her mother to experience the world, with me of course. I want to be her protector, and her provider.

  And Peyton can join us, of course, if he continues to act the way he has all evening.

  I glance over at him in my bed, as I wait for Charlie. He is, as usual, completely nude. He’s so proud of his body, and he loves showing it off. He should be, he’s worked very hard to achieve that perfect muscled physique. He’s playing around on his phone, while listening to his favorite soft rock music.

  I’m lying on my back, wearing shorts and a tank top, and reading the newspaper. We are both quiet, but I am very aware of his presence. “You look great,” I comment.

  “You think so?” he replies, and rolls over onto his back. “I feel like I’ve gained weight. What do you think?”

  He places his hand on his flat stomach, and my eyes are drawn to his semi-erect penis. ‘I don’t think you’ve gained an ounce.”

  “I think if I’d eaten one more cookie, I would have exploded.” He laughs as he says it. That’s good, I assume, because I was afraid he’d be angry, or upset for some reason. He interacted well with Elise, and he flirted almost relentlessly with Charlie. And even though he was on his phone during most of the movie, he didn’t make any indication that he was bored, or didn’t want to be there.

  “You had a nice evening, then?” I ask the question, even though I think I know the answer.

  “It wasn’t the worst evening I’ve ever had,” he answers with a sly smile.

  “Elise is lovely, isn’t she?” I watch his expression. I think he’s going to be evasive, that he’s not going to answer me.

  But after several moments of avoiding my eyes, he finally admits, “She’s okay.”

  “Is that all you would like to say?”

  His eyes examine me closely as he states, “I never realized you wanted kids. That’s what I’d like to say.”

  “I didn’t realize it either. I’m older now, though, and I want my life to mean something. Something more. I want someone to carry on my family name, my legacy. I want…”

  At that precise moment, I hear a low knock.

  “Come in,” Peyton exclaims, and instead of looking toward the door, he looks at me.

  I am gazing at the door, and when it opens, my lips part and my mouth gets dry. Charlie is standing there in a white tank top, which looks like it might be one of mine, and a pair of red panties that I can barely see underneath.

  I am immediately aroused, and thankfully not nude like Peyton.

  He seems to know, though, and says under his breath, “It’s obvious what you want.”

  “Is it?” I pull my attention away from the beautiful figure that is standing in front of me, to gaze at the equally beautiful figure beside me in my bed. His eyes tell me that he is insecure, and it’s strange coming from Peyton. He is the most self-aware person I know. He has no awkwardness, feels no shyness at being naked. Still, he’s worried that I won’t want him. “You have no reason to be jealous of her. I want you, Peyton.” I reach over and kiss him, gently caressing his lips with mine.

  He pulls away to touch his forehead to mine, then turns slightly to look at Charlie. “Are you sure you still want me?”

  “Yes, Peyton. I’m positive.” I kiss him again, but I reach my hand out to her, to the woman who completes my life.

  I feel her soft, warm fingers touch mine. I feel her other hand move up my arm. Then, the mattress shifts as she joins us in the bed. The fronts of her thighs rub against the backs of mine, and her lips softly touch my shoulder.

  Somehow Peyton knows she’s there. He places his hand on the back of my neck, weaving his fingers into my hair. He is usually the one to deepen the kiss, but not this time. We are kissing softly, almost as softly as Charlie’s lips on my skin. It’s comfortable, easy.

  I moan loudly when Charlie nibbles on my ear. The sound erupts from somewhere deep inside me. Peyton moves away, and then just as abruptly pulls Charlie down onto the pillows between us. Her teeth grate against my skin, causing me to gasp. Just for a moment I see her smiling face, and hear her giggle, before Peyton kisses her.

  I believe for the first time in my life, I am whole. Watching the two people I hold most dear kissing, touching, enjoying being together, is perhaps the best feeling in the world. I am almost overwhelmed by it. And I must tell them. I have to express it to them.

  “I think I love you.”

  They immediately stop kissing, and two pairs of eyes, one hazel and one blue, both turn toward me. Neither of them says anything, neither of them questions me.

  “Both of you. I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you sooner, Peyton. And I’m sorry I took you for granted. I hope to never do that again.”

  They both move their eyes to stare at each other, not me. They should be looking at me.

  “He wants something,” Peyton says.

  “Oh?” I see her eyebrows rise up, and her eyes get bigger. Peyton responds to her by giving her a sly grin he’s rarely graced me with. “More than a threesome?”

  He said that he didn’t want to be involved with a woman. I know that there are ways for the three of us to interact where he would potentially never have to touch her. But yesterday af
ternoon he willingly touched her and encouraged her to touch him. I would never have asked him to do that, but it made me immensely happy, as is his reaction to her right now.

  “A threesome is exactly what I want.” That causes them both to look at me, with curiosity shining in their eyes. “Ménage a trois literally means house of three. The French used it to describe the household situation where a lover joined a married couple in their home. And that is what I want. My house, and my bed, have more than enough room for three.” My eyes land on Peyton. I know that I want to be married to Charlie before we have a baby. I know that would make Peyton the lover, and that is not the ideal situation for him. But for now, taking into account societal norms, that is how it will have to be.

  “He wants more than that,” Peyton persists. There’s a challenge in his eyes I don’t like.

  I turn away from him. I’m not ready to share my deepest desires with Charlie. It’s too soon. “Stop, please.”

  “Oh, I have to know now!” Charlie exclaims excitedly.

  “He wants a…” I’m afraid he’s going to say it, and scare her off. Or he’s going to continue to aggravate me until I say it aloud. Why would he do this to me? I hear him whisper something in her ear.

  She turns toward me quickly, and she’s staring at me. She doesn’t look upset, or afraid. She just appears to be stunned. I notice immediately that she is lying against his body. His lips are against her neck, and his fingers are toying with her nipples.

  She licks her lips, and I want to shove my tongue past them and taste her. Her lips quiver, and I can see she’s nervous. Then she whispers, “Now?”

  “Whenever you’re ready.” I try to sound reassuring, but my voice cracks and I sound like an insecure teenager.

  Peyton’s hands slide over Charlie’s body, and I can see through the thin shirt that her nipples are hard. “Isn’t anyone else horny? I was promised a virgin ass tonight, and I want it very bad.”

  “You two are makin’ me nervous tonight.” Charlie’s voice is much lower, deeper than I’ve ever heard it.

  “All I want to do is make you feel good. And get inside your tight little ass,” Peyton murmurs. His fingers find their way between her legs, one hand burying itself inside her red panties. Her pretty mouth becomes a round O, and her eyes go into the back of her head, as it tips back and onto Peyton’s shoulder. Her hands move behind her back, and Peyton moans as she rubs over his bare skin.

  I didn’t realize how much I wanted to watch the two of them. I had no idea how sexy she would look, with her cheeks flush and her lips wet from Peyton’s kisses. His teeth are on her neck, and he’s encouraging her the way he does me. “Moan, girl. I want to hear how much you like my fingers.”

  It’s time to touch and be touched, I remind myself. It’s time to join them. But I don’t want to stop watching them.

  Now she’s wiggling her hips, and he’s thrusting against her. This is better than watching porn. I see the sweat beading on their bodies. I can feel their heat. I can hear every sigh. I can almost hear their hearts pounding.

  “Your pussy is so damn tight and wet, Charlie. I bet your ass is going to be even tighter.” His lips are right against her neck, I can barely hear the words.

  “Oh, gawd!” she exclaims as she arches her back, shoving her breasts at me.

  I can’t hold back any longer. I reach out and grab her big beautiful breasts, hidden only behind thin cotton. Her gasp is loud and full of pleasure.

  Peyton’s eyes pop open, and he looks confused, as if he’d forgotten I was there. “Asher is going to love coming inside your hot little pussy without a condom. And I can’t wait to watch both of your reactions when he does it.”

  He tears at her panties, pulling them off her somehow. Charlie opens her eyes, and they are so full of lust and desire it almost stuns me. My dick is aching, and my balls are so tight.

  “Feel her pussy, Ash,” Peyton murmurs.

  My hand moves down to find Peyton’s already there. He moves his away, and I thrust two fingers inside her. He was right, she’s soaking wet. She is so turned on, and it’s Peyton’s attention that’s made her this aroused. The two of them are…

  “Aaaahhh!” Charlie moans.

  “What are you…” I try to ask.

  “Kiss her,” Peyton orders.

  “But…” I counter

  “Aahh aahh aahh” Charlie chants. I feel her tighten around my fingers.

  “Kiss her,” Peyton growls.

  “Oooohhh.” Charlie’s hips wiggle against us, and her face becomes a mask of pure ecstasy.

  I feel Peyton’s hand rub up against mine, then I feel him shoving slowing into her. From the other hole.

  “Yes, yes,” Charlie murmurs, her voice getting louder. I realize now why Peyton wants me to kiss her. And I cover her mouth with mine to contain her loud reactions.

  Chapter Thirty

  It’s too good. It’s better than I expected it to be. I feel so full, and desired, and cared for. They are both focused on my pleasure. They are working my body in ways I never imagined. I wrap my leg around Asher’s hip, to give them better access to my holes. Oh my gawd, both of them.

  “Fuck, that’s tight,” Peyton mutters, as he shoves another finger in my ass. I’ve never been touched there. And Asher is rubbing a spot deep inside me that is making every muscle jerk. “How are your nipples Charlie? Are they as hard as my dick?”

  Asher moans into my mouth, and I feel both of them move their free hands toward my tits. It’s overwhelming. It’s overpowering. It’s irresistible.

  “She’s coming. I feel it against my fingers,” Peyton states in a deep, rumbly voice. Having Peyton narrate our encounter is almost as good as Asher talking dirty while we sucked his cock. “I want to feel your ass contract like that around my dick.”

  All of my muscles are jerking, convulsing, for these two men who want nothing more than to make me feel exactly this. This staggering bliss that might make me lose my mind.

  Asher breaks the kiss, and I begin to pant for my breath. “I need to fuck her. I need it.”

  Oh yes, and I need him to fuck me too. But I’m not sure about Peyton’s desires.

  “Fuck her, Asher. I want to feel you inside her. I want…” He groans loudly as he rubs his bare tool against my ass.

  Asher moves his hands away to quickly undress. As he does, Peyton rolls over toward the edge of the bed. Just a moment ago I was too full, with hands and lips and tongues on me. Now, I’m cold and alone in the center of this huge bed. I can breathe, for a moment. I can actually think about what I’m doing. Do I really want to do this?

  “Do you want it, girl?” Peyton asks, as he probes my ass again. This time, his fingers are slick, artificially so, and they slide in easily. I think there are two… I sigh heavily. I think he’s added another.

  “Are you ready, Charlie?” Asher is facing me, with his long hard cock in his hand. I can see wetness glistening on the bright pink head. He’s not wearing a condom. Peyton whispered that Asher wants a baby earlier. I didn’t know we’d start trying tonight.

  My brain is melting. Not only is it too much for my body, it’s too much for my mind. There is too much to think about. Peyton is going to fuck my ass. I don’t know if he’s planning to wear a condom. Asher, the richest man on the planet, wants me to have his baby. And I’m supposed to decide all of this right now?

  I don’t want to think about it. I want to trust them, both of them. I want them to shove me over that edge where I can’t think, I can only feel. I want to feel both of them inside me like they were earlier. I want to feel full of both of them.

  “Yes,” I whisper, as I stare into Asher’s eyes.

  He gives me a bright smile, and nods. “Everything is going to be okay. I swear I’ll take care of you for the rest of your life. You’re mine forever. Both of you.”

  He reaches for me, and pulls my leg over his hip again, so that he can slide into me. The gasp that escapes as he enters me, while Peyton’s fingers are in
my ass, shocks me.

  “You’re going to have to kiss her, Asher. I didn’t really bring the ball gag,” Peyton says, with a deep throaty laugh.

  Asher covers my mouth again, as Peyton starts to thrust his fingers in and out. I can’t say no now, not that I want to. I’ve already told them they could do what they want. I’ve already handed myself over to these two hot, sexy, horny men. They have me, and they are apparently going to do what they want with me.

  Asher is moving slowly, oh so slowly. But Peyton prods and drives, knuckles deep into my ass. I feel my hole tighten around his fingers, grasping onto him. My body wants him. Them. Both of them.

  “So fucking tight,” Peyton moans. Then he begins to bite and suck my neck, and my shoulder. His free hand is pinching my nipple, hard, harder. “I want inside you girl. I want inside you with my stud. Are you ready, Charlie?”

  I can’t answer whether I am or not. I feel his fingers withdraw. Then I feel his cock, thicker than Asher’s, against my hole. It’s wet like his fingers were. Is he wearing the condom? I don’t know.

  “Relax,” Peyton orders softly. “Relax, and take it, my girl. It’s lubed up. You’re ready.”

  My girl. I really am his. He really does want me.

  I feel him entering me, taking something no one else has, showing his ownership of me. I’m whimpering loudly into Asher’s kiss. Both of them are moaning, almost in unison. I feel Asher swelling inside me. I know it’s because of Peyton’s gruff words. I know the anticipation for him is as excruciating as it is for me.

  I feel a pop, and I cry out. Then I feel him sliding in deeper, inch by hard thick inch into my ass, as Asher fills up my pussy. I wonder what noises I’d be making, if we could actually hear them. I wonder if it would make them both harder still. Peyton moves one hand to my breasts, and the other rubs my clit. As if I need any more stimulation. I might die from stimulation.

  Peyton pushes both of us, somehow, until Asher is on his back, and I am lying on top of him. I think this gives Peyton more control, and I’ve learned how much he likes to be in control. He’s on his knees behind me, thrusting deeper, and deeper, achingly slowly. I feel their cocks rubbing against each other inside me, and it’s tearing at my last remaining thread of sanity.