Jake’s mouth is around my dick and I’m dead. This is death, and I’ve died. It must be heaven because Rachel is here too. They’re both on their knees, and she’s coaching him through how to suck me like a champion.
This fucking woman. This goddess. She’s topping me—topping us both. From her fucking knees. And now I’m dead all over again. This is it. I’m done. I’ll follow her anywhere. Just call me Reddi, ‘cause I’m fucking whipped.
“That’s so good, angel,” she murmurs at Jake, her hand around his cock, stroking him as he sucks me. His tongue is warm and wet and it’s all I can do to stay standing. “Take him deeper,” she croons, her other hand in his hair, soothing him like she knows he needs. “Relax your throat and let him slide over your tongue. Mmm…just like that.”
Oh my fucking god. She has to stop narrating, or I’m gonna blow. I cannot let my first blowjob from Jake Compton be over in sixty seconds. I have to slow this down. I have to last.
“You’re doing so good,” she says. “Look at you taking my Cay. Cup his balls, baby. You know how you like it. Give him a little squeeze.”
Oh, god—I can’t—oh, fuck—
And then his hand is right fucking there. Jake Compton is cupping my sack while his mouth is fully sucking my dick.
“He’s losing control,” she teases, her free hand brushing down my bare thigh. “If you’re not careful, he’s going to blow his hot load down your throat.”
“Fuck, yes I am,” I growl, finding my words at last. “And my good boy is gonna swallow it all. I’m gonna fill you up so fucking full.”
“No, you’re not,” she counters. She leans in, murmuring softly in Jake’s ear. “You’re gonna let him blow in your mouth, angel. But you’re not going to swallow. Nod that you agree.”
Jake groans, the vibration humming down my shaft, and I swear to fuck I can’t stand this much longer. He’s nodding around my dick, and that’s it. I’m so fucking done. I dig my hand into his hair and thrust once with my hips. He growls around my cock, glaring up at me, not liking the intrusion, but I thrust again. He grabs me by the hips, his fingers tight as iron, as he controls the pace so I can’t choke him the way I want. Fine by me. He can do anything he wants so long as he lets me come in his mouth.
“You’re such a good fucking boy,” I mutter, giving him the praise he’s earned. “Look at you on your knees for me. So fucking beautiful, so powerful. You’re sucking me like a dream, baby. God, you’re so talented.”
He’s groaning around my cock, and I want this feeling to last forever.
“You own me right now,” I say. “You’ve got all the control. I’m yours, Jake. Fucking finish me. Take it all. Take everything.”
With a grunt, he reaches around and slaps my ass and—holy fucking god—I’m coming so hard I see stars. I cry out, my every sense swimming as Jake Compton lets his mouth fill with my hot cum, gagging as he fights the urge to swallow.
I’m a shaking mess, my hand trembling in his hair as I unload. I open my eyes and glance down to see both my loves on their knees before me. Rachel is looking up at me with tears in her eyes. She made this happen for me. She hasn’t outed me yet, but she knows what I want, and she knows Jake well enough to believe I might just be able to have it.
Never in my wildest dreams did I think I’d be standing naked in Jake’s kitchen, my hands on two loves of my life, watching as they please me. I can’t make sense of it. I can’t—
“Oh, fuck,” I mutter, because Jake is pushing off me, his chest heaving, eyes dilated black as he turns to Rachel. My cum drips down his chin.
“Spit it into my mouth, angel,” she murmurs, brushing her hand along his cheek. “And then stand up and let me suck you with his cum.”
Is it possible to die when you’re already dead? Because I just took another arrow through the fucking chest.
Jake morphs into some kind of feral beast as he grabs her by the hair and presses his mouth to hers. I watch, dumbfounded, as Jake spits my cum into her mouth. He breaks away from her, gasping for air, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, as he stumbles to his feet. His hand reaches out, bracing on my forearm for balance. He stays holding onto me as she looks up at both of us, naked and gorgeous, her confidence overflowing.
The awesome truth hits me all over again: I would follow this woman off a cliff. She wants to go sailing around Phuket? I’ll build the fucking boat. She wants to dance naked in a fountain? I’ll shut down a city block of Rome and hand her a pool noodle. My Rachel gets whatever she wants. She wants Mars Kinnunen to fuck her with his dragon dick? I mean, I’m gonna watch, because holy fuck, if that guy has even the slightest idea of what to do with that equipment, he’s gonna shred her alive. And I want to see it. I’ll jerk off to it. I’ll be in her ass while he takes her cunt, that monster cock making her so tight I can hardly breathe.
The sobering truth is that I really don’t care. She can fuck Mars. Hell, she can fuck the whole damn team. That’s her choice. Either way, she’s mine. Jake is mine. They’re not going anywhere, and neither am I. I have everything I’ll ever want or need right here in this kitchen.
I watch as Rachel shifts forward on her knees, hands bracing Jake’s hips as she sucks him deep.
“Oh, baby. Fuck yeah,” he groans, his hands in her hair, lovingly holding her as she glides up and down his shaft, my cum acting as her lubricant.
“Look at you both,” I murmur, my heart breaking open. “I love you,” I say, the words pouring out of me without conscious though. “I love you both so goddamn much. I’ll die without you.” I step in closer, my hands on each of their shoulders. “Don’t ever leave me behind,” I whisper, taking the shot I never expected to take. Sudden death, right? Holy shit, this stuff is heady. “Be extraordinary together, take on the world, only let me come too.”
Rachel whimpers around Jake’s cock, her left hand leaving his hip to brace mine instead. Jake loosens his hold on her hair, his hand sliding around me to graze down my back. With the three of us touching, Jake tips his head back and blows in her mouth, his hand gripping sharp to my shoulder as he shudders.
Rachel slips her mouth off Jake’s cock. Slowly, she stands. She’s naked and breathtaking. Strong inside and out. We all know who really runs our shit. Standing there like a queen, her eyes glassy with lust, she breathes heavily through her nose. Raising both hands, she snaps her fingers and points to the floor in silent command.
Jake and I drop like rocks to our knees. I have to compensate, only touching down with my left knee, my right knee bent like I’m in a football kneel.
She takes hold of our chins and tips them up, the silent command in her eyes. I don’t fucking hesitate. I open my mouth and she leans over with a smile, spitting the mixture of our cum into my mouth. I swallow with a groan, letting the salty taste coat my tongue. It’s me and it’s Jake. It’s her. It’s the three of us together. The start of something completely new.
She turns to Jake with a smile, and he doesn’t hesitate either, opening his mouth as she hovers over him, letting the cum dribble down onto his waiting lips. Jake swallows, licking his lips with a soft groan. She swallows the rest. Then she brushes a hand through our hair at the same time and smiles. “What good fucking boys,” she coos. “So pretty on your knees for me.”
The surprise must be evident on my face because she does a little laugh and smiles, a queen triumphant. When we started this scene, I was in control. Now I’m on my fucking knees and loving it, ready to beg for more.
She brushes her fingers down my cheek, mirroring the motion on Jake. “Now…who’s going to be the first to take me upstairs and fuck my ass til I scream?”
We can’t scramble to our feet fast enough.
