Page 132 of The Rest is History

“Reece,” I whisper against his mouth. “Oh, Reece.” He’s my first love, my husband’s second, ours. He’s ours. He came here so scared and lost, and then something magical happened. We fell in love again, and then all of us, until three was the only way to be complete.

I’m left humbled by his openness and his confidence. By how he accepted us without question and gave himself to us so wholly and completely. I’m in awe of this man who has loved me through the ages, and now loves my husband with the same depth and fire.

My hands move to skim over his leaking cock, making him raise his hips and cry out for more of my touch.

“More, Ash,” he begs on a moan.

“Here?” I ask, my fingers grazing Sawyers at the junction of Reece’s thighs.

“Yesss, fuckkk.”

Sawyer steals his mouth again and I drop my lips to his nipple. He closes his eyes, digging the back of his head into the pillow, and he cries out when my fingers slip into his hole, Sawyer’s fingers joining mine. His cock hardens even more, the head glistening and prominent, and we share kisses, the three of us, while Sawyer and I finger his hole. It’s a double fingering and it’s fucking amazing.

It’s gentle now, this kind of lovemaking. Sensual. Lovers settled into each other, safe in the knowledge that we can touch and want and need like this, but the safety of it all only makes me harder and more desperate. And I need more than this.

Pulling Reece closer to me, I kiss him hard, and move until I’m straddling him. He’s so fucking gorgeous, his cock sliding up against mine like silk on silk.

Sawyer shifts, coming up behind me, kissing my shoulder blades, down my spine.

He shoves a bottle of lube into my hand, and I shove it back. “Get me ready, baby,” I whisper.

“Fucckkk, Ash. Yeah?” Sawyer moans somewhere near my ear.

“Yes, baby. I need you both. Now.”

Reece gasps, and I kiss him. “This will be a first for all of us,” I whisper into his mouth.

Sawyer takes his time preparing my ass with his mouth and his saliva while I kiss Reece. Then, I shift so Sawyer can help line Reece’s dick up to my ass.

“Ash, fuck. Yes. Give me this ass, baby. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” Reece chants as I lower myself onto his dick.

Sawyer trails his fingers over my back. “Fuck, baby. Look at you two,” he groans.

“Fuck me, Reece, baby,” I whisper, lowering my chest to his. He lifts his hips, stabbing me with his cock and fuck, it’s delicious.

“More, baby,” I whisper.

Reece fucks me harder and harder, and I need more still. “I need you, Sawyer,” I gasp.

My husband comes up behind me. His fingers slip into my hole, fingering me gently. More lube. Then, he’s pushing that thick cock inside me. It’s fucking crazy, and it burns like a motherfucker, but I don’t fucking care.

Reece slows his movements and Sawyer picks up his pace. My husband and my lover fuck me together, and I am consumed by them. Their bodies, moving behind me and beneath me. Skin on skin. Muscle sliding against muscle, hard and slick, we move together tightly.

I love them. I have never loved like this before. I love them. I love us.

“I love you,” Reece whispers against my shoulder.

I seek out his lips, kissing him tenderly. “And I love you. I love you so much. I have always loved you.”

And then, I angle my head to my husband. “Come here, husband,” I whisper.

He leans over my back, and I tell him how much I love him. I tell him how beautiful he is. All of him. An unblemished man. “You are my life, Sawyer,” I whisper while he moves slowly inside me, rubbing his cock against Reece’s.

“And I love you, Ash, sweetheart.”

We come. Reece first. Then Sawyer. And then, me. Orgasms fitting for this moment. Tender and quiet, but powerful and blinding.

And this is how it will always be. Us three, bare and raw and necessary. It can only be this way. We can exist only like this. The three of us.

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