by Tabatha Kiss
Pure pink perfection.
I rub my cock along her slit, watching closely as her body reacts.
“Max,” she moans my name again and I smile, that sweet voice tickling me in the best way.
I won’t make her beg for it any longer.
I push my tip inside of her and pleasure fires through me. Phoebe hugs her legs around my waist, pinning me against her as I thrust as deep as I can go. Her warm tightness embraces my cock and it takes everything in me not to finish right away. I halt my thrust and lower down, planting a gentle kiss on her mouth as I breathe to calm myself.
“You feel so good,” she says, our lips touching.
I smile. “That’s my line.”
She laughs, pleasant and sweet. We kiss again, bodies pressed together, as I begin to grind our hips.
Her mouth sags open as breathy moans spill off her tongue. I admire her and I laugh, not at anything in particular other than my own stupid memories. For so many years, I was nothing but a big dumb jock. For all those years, Phoebe Pink looked at me as a god and I never bothered to notice. I could have gone a lifetime without her, without the bliss of loving her, of being loved by her.
I laugh because I was an idiot.
I laugh because she laughs at that idiot, too.
You’re my dream guy.
And she’s my dream girl.
Thad hops off the bed behind me. For a moment, I’d forgotten he was even there, completely locked under the spell that is Phoebe Pink. He doesn’t seem bothered by it. Even offers me a look of understanding.
If there’s any man in the world who understands this witchcraft, it’s him.
We share it.
We share her.
I push up on my arms, freeing Phoebe’s mouth. “Thad,” I say, still thrusting.
He strides over, one hand firmly stroking himself as he watches us fuck. “You want this?” he asks her.
Phoebe reaches for him, her fingers crawling up his thigh as her pussy tightens around me. “Yes,” she answers, licking her lips.
Thad nods at me. “Turn her over.”
I happily oblige. I put my hands on her thighs, guiding her to unhook her ankles and she obeys. “On your knees,” I say, quickly taking a second to squeeze her large breasts.
Phoebe chuckles as she moves, her entire body twitching in pleasure. She settles on her hands and knees, aligning herself between the two of us as Thad touches her cheek.
“Open,” he says.
I rest my hands on her hips and watch as his cock slides between her lips. As much as I love the times when I have Phoebe all to myself, I honestly can’t get enough of these moments, either. Her with him. Her taking what’s hers. Him taking what’s ours. They please each other, knowing that I have my eyes on them…
It’s intoxicating.
Thad looks at me and I know he’s thinking the same thing.
I thrust inside of her again and Phoebe moans around his cock. I take her with a slow, steady grind and Thad does the same, locking her in place between us.
“Fuck,” I whisper as physical and mental pleasure collide. I dig my fingers into her hips in a foolish attempt to stay in control of myself but as Thad fucks that little mouth and Phoebe squeezes on my dick, I don’t see how I can.
I pull out but I don’t leave. I reach around her wide hips, blindly finding her throbbing clit between her folds. With trained fingers, I rub her the way she likes it; the way that makes her purr and mewl in my arms.
Phoebe moans, her throat buzzing around Thad’s shaft.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” he says, latching onto her bright red hair. “Come for him, Phoebe.”
Her hips roll against my hand. She uses my touch, bucking and grinding to get herself off. My hard dick rubs along her ass crack, a gentle, pleasing massage but I’m not in any danger of finishing early this way.
Phoebe’s entire body stiffens and I know I’ve got her. I don’t stop, flicking my wrist and rubbing her in the same place until I hear that perfect groan split out of her throat.
“There it is,” Thad says as she sucks him even harder in her moment of bliss.
Phoebe turns her head, pulling his cock out of her mouth to catch her breath. Her eye catches mine and she smiles as she slowly turns back to me.
I kiss her, not caring for a second where her mouth has been. She straddles my waist and places her palms on my chest, taking charge of me. I allow it and lie down on my back, submitting to that pure pink perfection I love so much.
Phoebe sits on my erection, rocking her hips and purposefully teasing up and down the shaft. I groan for more of her, wanting to feel that tight pussy clench around me again.
Thad comes up behind her and pushes her hair to one side of her neck. He kisses her shoulder as his hand slowly inches around her and comes to rest on her throat.
“Fuck him,” he growls in her ear, just loud enough for me to hear. “Fuck him… and I’ll give you what you want.”
10
Thad
Phoebe purrs in my hand. I feel the subtle vibrations deep in her neck as I wrap my fingers around it.
She turns her head to look at me, her hips still rocking on Max’s cock. I crush my mouth on hers, thrusting my tongue between her lips, and she lets out another tender moan.
“Do you want it?” I ask her. “Do you want to feel my dick in your ass, baby?”
She trembles and I catch sight of goosebumps spreading along her arms. “Yes,” she answers, the word full of heat.
I give her throat the slightest squeeze and let go. “Fuck him,” I tell her again as I back away.
Phoebe doesn’t question the demand. She turns herself to face Max again, her plump body straddling him. I grip my cock, loosely stroking, as I watch her guide him inside of her.
It might seem strange to some. Hell, I never pictured ending up in a situation like this before, either. One woman. Two men. In a territorial sense, I should be livid to see my woman fucking another man but… Phoebe.
Watching her fuck has become one of my life’s greatest pleasures.
To be on the receiving end is pure bliss. No arguments there. But to see her hips rocking and her breasts bouncing and the sweat breaking on her brow as she takes those mini-breaths just to keep herself alive while she claims what she needs…
Fuck.
Though, I suspect, that territorial rage would surely get the best of me if it were any other man inside of her. But since it’s Max… I don’t care at all.
Max is the closest thing I have to family. Brothers sans the blood. Is it any wonder that we both fell in love with the same woman? Hasn’t it been obvious that this is where we’d end up all along?
Phoebe leans over him and moans with each grind along Max’s pubic bone. Max cups her breasts, taking a good handful of both of them as he supports her. He breathes hard and I know from experience that he’s about to blow. And so is she.
I want to feel it, too.
I open the bedside table and fish through the various toys and restraints to find the bottle of lube stashed inside. I squeeze a healthy amount into my palm as I walk back to the bed and stroke myself, coating every single inch of me with a thick layer of it.
For the lady.
I add a little more onto my fingers as I kneel behind Phoebe. She straightens her back and turns her head as I sink into place.
“Relax,” I tell her. “You’ve been a very good girl.”
Max slows down, allowing her to give me some attention. He watches with curious eyes as I rub her anus with one hand and clench her neck with the other.
Phoebe’s ass puckers slightly and she moans. “Thad…”
“Relax,” I say through my teeth as I spread the lube around her asshole.
She kisses the edge of my mouth, stealing a bit of affection that I gladly give to her.
“Lean over again,” I tell her.
Phoebe hums in pleasure as she obeys, resting her hands on either side of Max’s arms as she exposes that sweet ass to me. I
take hold of my lubed cock, my tip now throbbing for release, but I’m not finishing unless I get to do it in that tight opening.
I press my crown against her opening and it parts for me. Her tight hole grips me instantly and I moan through clenched teeth as I pull out again.
Phoebe groans and I hesitate.
“Too much?” I ask.
“No,” she says, shaking her head. “Keep going.”
I take it slow, working with the lube to ease inside of her again. One inch, two inches. And back out again. I patiently listen to her, judging my next move based on her reactions.
“Oh, fuck. This feels amazing.” Phoebe braces herself against Max’s chest. “Fuck me, please. Both of you.”
I pump my hips, giving her what she needs while my own fantasy plays out. After a few strokes, Max starts to move, purposefully matching my speed. I feel him as he feels me, separated by little more than a thin wall inside of her.
I reach out to grab her shoulder only to find his hand is already there but I don’t care. I grab him instead, holding on tightly as ecstasy blinds my senses completely.
Phoebe cries out as her ass and pussy clench. “Keep doing that and I’ll come again.”
I growl in her ear. “You like this?” I ask. “You like feeling the two of us inside of you?”
“Yes,” she moans.
“You going to come on our dicks, baby? You want us to come inside of you together?”
“Yes!”
“You want my cum in your sweet ass?”
“Thad—” Max grunts. “Shit, man, you’re gonna make me come,” he says with a laugh.
I smirk. “Ladies first.”
“I’m coming!” she cries out again. “I’m com— com— Fuck!”
Max and I hold her up as she breaks into wild spasms on top of us. Orgasmic bliss touches her face and voice and I can’t help but reach my end as well.
I stay deep inside of her as I come. One more thrust and Max stops with me, letting out one final grunt as he busts, too.
The three of us pause with buzzing bodies, leaning on each other as pleasure rattles our bones. Max sits forward to bury himself in Phoebe’s breasts and I rest my head on her shoulder, leaving light kisses on her skin. She wraps one arm around Max and reaches back to rest the other on the back of my neck, holding us both as we all breath the same air.
Soon, our bodies give and the three of us collapse together onto the bed. Max and I assemble the way we always do, falling into place on either side of Phoebe’s perfect form. She strokes his shoulder. She runs her fingers through my tattered hair. We comfort her as she comforts us.
And we won’t have it any other way.
11
Phoebe
I open my eyes, no longer able to ignore the sun bleeding in from the window. Memories of last night come flashing back and I roll over with a bright smile on my face.
Merry Christmas to me.
I extend my arms to either side of me, expecting to feel two large, warm bodies lying around me, but the bed is empty. My fingers touch paper and I sit up, recognizing the page as paper ripped out of one of Thad’s notebooks.
Ho ho ho! Make yourself pretty and come downstairs. T&M
I move to sit up and my left wrist catches. I pause to laugh at that damned red checkered tie latching me to the bedpost with more than enough give to go unnoticed.
“Funny,” I say as I free myself. “Bunch of comedians.”
I hop off the bed and bolt into the bathroom to freshen up. After a quick shower, I fix my hair into a messy bun, throw on some comfortable lounge pants and a t-shirt and head downstairs, following the delicious scent of food wafting up from the kitchen.
Stinky meets me at the bottom of the stairs. She excitedly hops up as I approach and I laugh hard at the set of antlers playfully attached to her head.
“Hey, Rudolph,” I greet her, bending down to scratch behind her ears. “Lookin’ good.”
She barks and leaps toward the kitchen again.
I follow her down the hall, my stomach growling as I picture the feast waiting for me. Bacon and pancakes and eggs and toast.
Goddamn, I love having two boyfriends who know how to feed me.
I step into the kitchen and there they are.
My boys.
Max sits at the kitchen table with a tablet in front of him. Knowing him, he’s taking the only quiet moment he’ll have on Christmas morning to double-check the news and clear out his email inbox.
Thad hovers over the stove with a spatula in one hand and a skillet in the other. He flips a pancake in the air and successfully catches it, letting out a satisfied grunt the moment it touches down.
I laugh and he notices me standing in the doorway.
“You see that?” he asks.
“I did see that,” I say with a nod.
He flashes a wink. “You don’t have to say it. I know you’re thinking it.”
I walk around the counter toward him and plant a kiss on his cheek. “You’re awesome.”
“You’re damn right I’m awesome,” he says. “You hungry?”
“I’m starving.”
“Good, plenty for all. Want some juice?”
I reach for the refrigerator door. “I’ll get it.”
As I scan the top shelves, Thad comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. “Hey,” he whispers only for me, lightly kissing my neck.
I hug his arms. “Hey.”
“I didn’t hurt you last night, did I?”
I shake my head. “No.”
“You sure?”
“I’m sure.”
“Pinky promise?”
I chuckle and turn to kiss the edge of his mouth. “Pinky promise,” I say. “Last night was good. Really good.”
“Good.” He kisses me back. “Just checking in.”
My heart skips twice. “Thank you.”
Thad flashes another wink at me before turning back to his skillet.
I fill a glass with orange juice and make my way to the kitchen table, offering my attention to Max.
“Hey,” I say as I sit beside him.
Max looks up from his tablet. “Hi,” he says, unsuccessfully obscuring a serious face.
I nudge his arm. “What’s up?” I ask as I raise my glass to my lips.
He clears his throat. “Got an email from my mother this morning,” he says.
“Really?”
“Pretty standard, mostly,” he says. “Merry Christmas. Hope you’re well. Say hi to Phoebe, et cetera.”
I pique with interest. “And what else?”
“Well, apparently, my dad flew back home to LA last night and said he was taking the rest of the year off to spend with her.”
“That’s awfully sweet of him,” I say. “Though, a tad uncharacteristic.”
“Yeah, she thought the same thing.” He nods. “Asked if I said something to him.”
I smile. “Did you?”
Max glances around the room, scanning from me to Thad and back again. “I might have,” he answers.
I give him a kiss on the cheek before resting my head on his shoulder.
“Bon appetit!” Thad announces as he walks to the table with three plates carefully balanced on his arms. He sets one down in front of me and winks before dispersing the other two. “For the lady first, then extra eggs for Max, and extra bacon for me.”
I lean forward with a sweet smile just for him. “Thank you, Thad,” I say.
He sits down across from us and shoves a strip of bacon into his mouth. “So, whatcha talking about over here while I slave away at this beautiful breakfast?”
I chuckle. “Just family.”
“Eh.” He shrugs. “I’m sure the biannual email from my father will come shooting into my inbox any moment now. In fact, I just might even hold my breath.”
I twinge with sympathy for him. “Sorry, Thad.”
“I’m not.” He raises his coffee mug. “Trust me, Pheebs, I’m better off without him. I’ve got a
ll I need at this table right here.”
Max salutes with his mug, too. “Same for me.”
They both nod and take a sip.
I stab my pancake. “Maybe next year I’ll feel the same way about my parents.”
“No, I’ve got a good feeling about yours, Phoebe,” Thad says. “They’ll come around.”
“Agreed,” Max says.
I smile, my cheeks still a bit sore from yesterday. “Thanks. I hope you’re right but…” I set my fork down, “when the time comes, I’m ready to cut ties if I have to. What we have here means more to me than what they think my life should be.”
“Well, we can see why.”
I spin around in my chair, drawn to the sudden new voice in the dining room doorway. A man stands there in a flannel shirt with thick, wide shoulders and red, balding hair next to a brunette woman with the same height and build as me.
I gasp and push out of my seat. “Dad? Mom?”
They smile, dimpling their wrinkled faces.
“Hey, honey,” Mom says.
My instincts want me to rush toward them and give them both a big hug but I hold back and cross my arms instead. “What are you doing here?” I ask.
My father steps forward. “Well, after we spoke yesterday, we got a call,” he says, glancing behind me. “Seems your boys disagreed with us and… well, they were rather persuasive in letting them have the chance to prove us wrong.”
I look at Max and Thad. They both sit with wry smiles and cocky eyes and I love them even more for it. “You called them?” I ask.
Max stands up and leans on the table’s edge. “Of course, we did.”
“Yeah, we don’t take too kindly to people making our lady feel bad,” Thad says with a glare at my parents.
Max nods. “And once we made that perfectly clear, they agreed to give us a chance and we re-booked their flight for today to surprise you.”
My heart thumps in my chest. “You did?”
Max kisses my cheek. “Merry Christmas,” he whispers.
I swallow hard as I look at him and Thad, willing my tears not to fall.
My boys.
“Well…” I turn to my parents and shrug. “What do you think?”
