With a groan, he unfastened his pants, yanking the buttons free in a rush. He shoved them down slightly, enough to free himself, then began roughly stripping his cock in time with the movement of Ty’s hand pleasuring Crissy. He broke the kiss and pulled back to stare into Ty’s eyes. “Want you to come, lover. Want you to come with me, Ty. I got our Crissy. I’ll hold her up. You get your dick out and race me. Race me, baby. I won’t let her fall. I won’t let you down. Promise, baby. Fuckin’ promise you the world, if you give me you like this.”
Crissy somehow intuited what he wanted, and she reached up and spread her gown wider, showing off her breasts in a way that made him impossibly harder. “Fuck, yeah, Crissy girl. Own that gorgeous body. Goddamn love when you show us that, show us you, put it all out there for both of us.”
His dick was leaking constantly now, the slick liquid easing the way of his hand, taking the edge of pain away and leaving only pleasure. He glanced down and saw Ty’s cock in his hand, fist pumping fast.
“Lewis.” Broken and wrecked, Ty’s voice rolled across Lewis like a physical touch. “Wanna see you come.”
“Make Crissy come first.” Lewis was firmly back in commanding mode, but that was okay. This was familiar and comfortable for all of them, and the group needed a leader. He and Ty could trade off, Crissy could take the main role—it didn’t matter, as long as they all got off and felt loved. “Make her know how much we love her, show her.”
He kept his eyes on them both, seeing Crissy’s head sag backwards as she gasped, hand reaching up to grip the back of Ty’s neck, helping hold herself upright, Lewis’ arm still firm at her back. “I’m close, sweets,” she whispered, then her hips jerked again, and again and her cry rose to the ceiling. Ty’s grunts of effort didn’t slow, his hand keeping pace with her passion, pulling every quiver and groan from her as Lewis imagined how she’d tightened around his fingers, her inner walls pulsing like his cock would in just a fast minute.
“Gonna come, Ty,” he gritted between clenched teeth. “Seein’ our Crissy like that does it for me.” Balls drawn up tight to his body, he groaned as the fierce tingle circled high up his spine, working from between his cheeks. Ass clenched rock hard, he held his breath and then was coming, brightness lighting up the insides of his eyelids at the first hard rush of semen streamed out of his cock. He slitted his eyes open, watching Crissy’s face as he came on her belly and breasts a second time, laying another string of white across her body. A third pulse, not as hard, covered her belly and Ty’s wrist. He caught the rest in his hand, making a smeary mess on his cock, pushing through the heat and wet that was a poor imitation of what Crissy could offer, but seeing her covered in him was worth everything.
Then it got better. So much better.
Ty lurched against Lewis, his hand rose from between Crissy’s legs to her waist and drew her towards him as he came, the first arc of ejaculate landing between her breasts, the next mixing with Lewis’ on her belly. “God.” Ty’s head dropped, chin to his neck as he watched himself paint her over and over, thumb digging deep into her skin as he held tight. Lewis pulled her closer, his arm across her back holding steady.
Knees weak, Lewis looked at them and chuckled, laughing louder when Crissy’s eyes shifted to him. She was smiling, too. Ty looked wrung out, exhausted. Lewis released his cock, wrapping that arm around Ty’s back, hand fisted to keep Ty’s shirt clean. “We made a mess.” Ty grunted and Crissy laughed.
Then she turned the tables on him in a way he couldn’t have anticipated, fingers trailing in the spunk sprayed across her torso, mixing his and Ty’s streams until there was no more Lewis’ and his, just a mess of theirs. She brought a finger to her lips, tongue curling around and licking until it was clear and clean. He groaned and opened his mouth, waiting patiently until Crissy relented and scooped up another fingerful to feed to him. He saw Ty move and wasn’t surprised when the next finger at his mouth was male, larger, rough and calloused. Then Crissy’s finger, followed by Ty’s, and he realized his lovers were giving him the one unspoken thing he also wanted, needed, loved even more because it was them. All of them.
He made sure Crissy was steady on her feet, released Ty to stand on his own, then Lewis dropped to his haunches in the living room and paid homage to his lovers, tongue working across skin and hair, lapping and sucking. Moving from place to place, he had a tit in his mouth one moment, then Ty’s softening cock, Crissy’s belly quivering under his ministrations, Ty’s fingers covered in her salt and musk, Crissy’s pussy still wet and hot and sensitive. Lewis worked in silence until Ty hit his knees beside him.
Stunned at the thought, Lewis rested a knee on the floor as he turned to look, and Ty caught him in a deep kiss, tongues working slowly together. Then Ty joined him in tending to Crissy, their mouths moving across her skin. Crissy gripped his hand and lifted it to her lips, her intention clear, and Lewis unclenched his fist, giving her access to perform the same service for him.
This is how we set things right, he thought, mind still reeling with the idea of Ty sharing this with him. By building a bond over what we want and then showing how we love each other in every way. “I’m ready for bed,” he announced, eyes closing in pleasure when they both laughed at him. That happy sound was worth everything. “This, all of this?” He stood and bent Crissy across his arm, kissing her softly. “Exactly everything I want.” She clutched at his shoulders and ate his gasp of surprise down when Ty’s mouth covered his cock, pulling it into his mouth and rolling it across his tongue, doing the final bit of housekeeping from their interlude. “Jesus, Ty.”
The sensation was overwhelming, heat and suction, then tongue and the barest hint of teeth. A firm, large hand on his thigh slipped up to grip his shaft, angling it so Ty could cover every inch. He worked methodically, ensuring all traces of Lewis’ orgasm were wiped clean.
“You want that, Ty?” Head bobbing, Ty made a garbled sound, then hummed. “Fuck, baby. Gonna make me hard again.” At his words, Ty redoubled his efforts, and Crissy laughed softly, her head resting on Lewis’ chest, chin angled down to watch their lover. “I really need to lay down, Ty. You gonna be pissed I call for a rain check?”
Ty pulled off with a pop and a slurp, and Lewis stared down in awe as the tip of his cock brushed Ty’s cheek, connecting a second time when he shook his head slightly. “No, not mad. But I’m gonna hold you to that.” He opened his mouth and curled his tongue around the crown, hand holding Lewis’ dick in place for a moment as he sucked. “I totally get why you like to play when we’re soft, Crissy. I understand now. The possibility is so rich, right there, and you can feel it, like you know what’ll happen eventually, but there’s something about it in my mouth.” He chuckled as he brought the head back to his mouth and slurped on it like a lollipop.
God, this man. “Enough,” Lewis said through his laughter as he pulled his hips back. “Enough. Too sensitive.”
“Let’s go to bed,” Crissy said, taking a step backwards. “Come on, Ty. Last one there gets to sleep in the middle.” That was enough to get Ty up and moving, and Lewis watched as the pair raced each other to the bedroom, Ty curling an arm around her waist at the last second and pulling her close for a deep kiss before he lifted and threw her, laughing, onto the mattress.
That caress had nothing to do with him, and he was surprised at how much that knowledge settled him. No jealousy in his heart at all. He loved knowing they carried strong feelings for each other. That was how it should be. They had to all be invested with the individuals to make this work, and if anything happened to change the dynamics, their joined lives could shred apart so easily.
Chapter Four
Ty
He lay sandwiched between his lovers, Lewis having argued for the outside spot. Buried face first in the pillow, Lewis’ head was level with his, chin scarcely turned to the side to create space for breathing. No matter, he was asleep. His hand and arm were draped possessively across Ty’s waist and hip. Crissy pressed tightly to his other s
ide, cheek cradled on his shoulder, her lips bowing and moving with each sleeping breath.
There hadn’t been much chatter as they retreated to the bed, Lewis’ weariness from his sleepless night apparent, and Crissy’s yawns laughable as she professed she wasn’t as worn out as she seemed after enjoying such a hard orgasm.
They’d all climaxed, which was a good goal when they fooled around together. But, it wasn’t about keeping a tally sheet or being competitive, but more the mutual love and caring they had for each other. Ty wanted to see them pleasured and sated, and knew they felt the same way.
Lewis had surprised him tonight more than once and in all the best ways. First when he’d listened and heard the aching between the words, knew where Ty was coming from with his fears, and effortlessly pulled the painful confession out of him. It had been like a dam breaking, the release of pressure enormous, a relief he hadn’t expected.
That was all Lewis, too. Ty sighed. Anyone who knew only the biker side of the man was missing out on so much. This man, the person who’d held him as he wept. The sensitive lover who reminded him that he hadn’t lost their love, that through everything, he’d still managed to hold onto them both, against all odds; each facet was one simple aspect of his personality. The whole was so much more, and Ty knew he could dig for days and never get to the end of good surprises. He suspected Twisted was the only one who knew Lewis like that, outside of Ty and Crissy.
Still, Lewis had exposed more than he thought. Ty would be digging into the reaction he’d seen surrounding Greg’s betrayal of Lewis soon. Not today, though. Today would be nothing more than a cuddle fest between the three of them. He was determined that right now, at this moment, the outside world would be held at bay, leaving them free to explore the new depths of their shared relationship.
Ty had been stunned for a moment when at the end, after weeks of seeming indecision, Lewis hadn’t balked to take everything offered, trusting and believing his partners through it all. Overcome by curiosity, holding to the best part of the memories of sucking Lewis before, Ty had joined in. The taste had at first been overwhelming, foreign and yet familiar from experiencing it in after-kisses. But seeing the excitement on Lewis’ face, he couldn’t help but get caught up in everything.
And when Lewis had risen to his feet to care for Crissy, bringing her into the shared experience with a kiss that was sensual and hot to watch, Ty couldn’t wait. Didn’t want to, and applied himself to dealing with that desire immediately. The texture and sensation of Lewis’ soft cock had been so starkly different, he’d found himself trying to catalog it, finally giving up and just enjoying the sensations of Lewis’ thighs under his hands, tense muscles contracting, Crissy’s fingers in his hair stroking through over and over, and the smell and taste of Lewis. Nothing mixed in, nothing to distract, nothing to dilute the essence, and in that moment, Ty was certain he’d found an addiction he didn’t mind having.
So, next steps? Blinking against the sun filtering in around the curtains, Ty ran every moment of this morning back through his head. And again. He didn’t want to lose this Lewis, didn’t want to give the man a chance to retreat to the careful distances and controlled encounters. He much preferred wild Lewis, the man he’d first shared a bed with Crissy with, the one who’d blown his load all over their woman tonight, urging Ty to do the same. It mattered to the long-term viability of them as a threesome, because Crissy was strong-willed, but all of them knew Lewis was their undisputed founder. The man liked to say Crissy was the glue that held them together, but Ty was convinced it was Lewis. He’d created a connection with Crissy first, then opened it up to include Ty, as an equal, not secondary.
A unique and difficult balance to control and maintain, but they’d managed it for what seemed like a long time. Like balancing rocks, the trick was in finding where the unevenness existed and leveraging those rough edges to best advantage, accepting them as given and moving on. A cairn of love. He snickered at his thoughts. But still, through weeks turning into months, it had been easy as breathing. Until I fucked it up. He shushed his inner critic, preferring instead to focus on what Crissy had said, what Lewis had told him today. Forgiven. Redeemed.
So, if Lewis is the leader, how do I steer things to where I want?
Crissy wasn’t above using one of them to influence the other when she wanted something specific from both. Just last week she’d curled up beside Ty on the couch during a movie and whispered dirty nothings in his ear until he scooped her up and carried her to bed. Sitting astride him, she’d already been impaled on his cock before she whispered to Ty about wanting a shared scene like they’d done before. He hadn’t hesitated, calling out to Lewis to join them.
Lewis paused in the doorway, arms folded across his chest as he stared at them on the bed. A slow smile split his lips, spreading them until his tongue dipped out, lapping at the air. Crissy lifted slowly and held at the apex of the movement, the head of Ty’s cock all that remained inside her. “You invitin’ me to the party, Crissy mine?” Ty gripped her hips and pushed up, fucking her from underneath until the slapping of flesh on flesh filled the room. “Looks like you’re all full up, honey.”
“Get your ass over here.” Ty blinked sweat out of his eyes, focused on the sounds Crissy made as she moved on top of him. “She ain’t talkin’ right now, being as I’m—” He powered up into her a half a dozen times, then slowed the pace, wanting to make it last now that he knew what her intention was. “—fuckin’ her up so she can’t speak.”
“I can,” she gasped, and her fingers dug into his chest as he rolled his hips, driving deep. After a moment, she continued, breathless, with tiny pauses between each word that said he was hitting all the right spots. “Speak for myself, thank you.” One arm stretched towards the door, the other covered her mouth. Ty saw her bite down on her fingers for a moment, her skin going bloodless and white beneath the grip of her teeth. “Please,” she finally got out. “Please, Lewis.”
“Lose the pants,” Ty ordered, and Lewis grinned that secretive smile, the one he kept just for them, the one that had driven Ty to chase him for a taste of the forbidden.
“Happy to, baby. A man can’t say no to a woman who begs sweet as that, and a man who moves like you do. Work that cock, baby.” Lewis thumbed the fastening on his jeans free, making quick work out of removing them. “You don’t gotta ask me twice.”
“Not that I was askin’.” Ty thrust his head back into the pillow, eyes on Crissy as she whined. She still had a hand outstretched to Lewis, but the other was splayed across Ty’s chest, holding herself upright. “You close, Crissy? You close, huh?” He sped up again and kept his gaze flicking from her face to the pulse in her throat where it beat hard against the skin, drumming out the pace of her pleasure. Pupils blown wide and dark, she stared down at him and nodded, then her head dropped forwards and she tensed, her core tightening around him. He slowed immediately, and she keened. “No, no. You gotta hold off, baby. Don’t come. Wait for Lewis.”
They’d learned that if she came first, it was harder for her to ride the wave with the two of them. She did well edging, and Ty worked that angle with her now.
“Don’t come, baby.” She tightened around him again, muscles in her legs growing taut and her fingers turning to claws, knuckles lifting momentarily. He slowed his thrusts and dropped his hips, waiting until she chased his cock down to bring his hands to her back. “Lay on me, Crissy. You want Lewis with us?” She nodded, easing forwards, and he crooned into her ear, “Lay on me. Let me hold you. I can hold you, sweetheart.” He slowed more, and more, until the movement was more a gentle rocking than the thrusting from before.
“You got me now, boyo.” Lewis’ voice came from over Crissy, and Ty clenched in anticipation of the first touch, more ready than he could explain. “Our Crissy’s needy, and we have exactly the fix for this hunger of hers.”
Lewis’ palm trailed a hot path from the inside of Ty’s leg to his groin, and Crissy gasped at the same time, clearly experien
cing a similar touch. Ty’s teeth gritted together, and he swallowed a groan of pleasure when Lewis’ finger and thumb circled the base of his cock, firmly jacking up and down the exposed couple of inches. Crissy’s muscles flexed under his hand and her channel clenched around the head of his cock. Lewis chuckled darkly when Ty’s balls swiftly drew up.
“Ah, God.”
Hot breath hit his sac as Lewis’ grip tightened to the point of aching, then that was forgotten when heat lapped at his balls, one testicle then the other sucked into the inferno of Lewis’ mouth. Crissy’s teeth worried at Ty’s shoulder, his neck, her fingernails flicking his nipples as she tightened her pussy rhythmically. Ty felt matching jolts all through her body and realized Lewis was setting the pace, slapping her ass in soft tempo. Lewis abandoned his balls, tongue gliding down a moment and Ty lifted his ass, heels digging deep into the soft mattress that had been Lewis’ first purchase for the house he’d bought them. His thoughts skittered around that knowledge, because the change in circumstances wasn’t yet comfortable, and Ty wanted to stay immersed in the moment.
“Sweet Jesus.”
He was overwhelmed in an instant. Sucked under the river of sensation that was his entire focus. Lewis’ tongue was on his hole, circling and flicking, the ring of his grip jacking Ty’s shaft, and Crissy writhing on his cock as something pressed inside him. “Yes, yes, yes.” It was hot and slippery, and Ty realized Lewis was rimming him and thrusting deep at the same time, then rimming again. Finger and tongue, maybe? What the fuck’s it matter? Feels goddamned good either way.
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