Page 17 of Fighting Our Forever

Chapter Twelve

Callie

Blinking my eyes open from an amazing nap, I smile, remembering where I am and how I got here. After spending time with Paul and Ryan, we hiked back to their truck, talking and laughing the entire way. It’s crazy how they’ve been a part of my world this entire time, but my insecurities were what was holding us back. It’s as if the dam broke and all my feelings for them came to the surface. Now that I’m done fighting this, I refuse to bottle them back up.

They brought me back to their house for lunch, but I must have fallen asleep on the drive over, because now I’m stretched out on someone’s bed, cuddling a pillow that smells familiar.

Eventually, I sit up and stare out the window to see the sun setting behind the mountains. I must have slept longer than I thought I did. My stomach rumbles and I realize I’ve barely had anything to eat today.

“I just came to wake you for dinner,” Ryan says, coming to sit next to me on the side of the bed and wrapping his arm around my side.

I lean in, resting my head on his shoulder and recognize his scent as the same from the sheets. “This is your room?”

“It is. How’d you know?”

“Smells like you,” I say embarrassed, shrugging my shoulder.

“Look at me, Callie.”

Looking up, he surprises me with a kiss. He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, and I moan, my pussy flooding with heat. The feelings this man can pull out of me are surprising. Brave, I kiss him back wanting more. I climb onto his lap, straddling his hips and wrap my hands around his neck.

Ryan digs his fingers into my hair and pulls so my neck is exposed, kissing and licking down toward my breasts. Growling, he rips my t-shirt down the middle and throws the scraps to the ground. Deftly, he unties my bikini top and pulls is it over my head throwing it in the same direction as my torn shirt. “Fuck baby. Do you know how beautiful you are? Perfect creamy skin and dusky pink nipples.”

I kiss his neck leaving a mark that I know better than to give him. I rock my center against him, loving how hard he is under me.

“If you don’t stop doing that, I won’t be able to either.” He groans, shifting us so he’s laying back and I’m riding his jean covered dick, wanting nothing between us.

I don’t want to stop, I just want to feel. Leaning back, I undo his button and zip down his jeans. When I look at him, unsure of what I’m doing, his eyes are glued to my hands, and he’s biting his lip. More confident, I pull his briefs down and his big dick bobs in front of my face, already leaking precum. I wrap my hand around it, barely able to get my fingers all the way around and he hisses.

“Just like that Callie baby. Squeeze a little tighter. Fuck yeah, just like that, now pull up.”

Empowered, I listen and do what he tells me, eventually finding my rhythm and what he likes most. Watching the clear liquid fall down his shaft, coating my hand, the slick sounds fill the room turning me on. Moving off his lap, I lean over him and lick up his shaft and around his head. I’ve never done this before, but I’ve read enough books to know the basics. Sucking his head into my mouth, I suck hard and move him down my throat as far as I can go. When I look up at him, I see he’s sitting up and watching me, digging his hands into the quilt on his bed.

“I’m trying so damn hard not to touch you because I know that when I do, it’s over love. I touch you, and I’m claiming that perfect pussy I know is waiting for me.”

“We can’t, Ryan. It’s not right without Paul.”

“Right here, Precious. I’ve been here since you pulled him out of his jeans.”

I look over my shoulder to find Paul leaning against the wall with his dick out, stroking it, precum dripping on the wooden floor.

“You’re both so big. How is this ever going to work?” I moan, picturing all the ways they’ll fill me up.

“We’ll make it work, however you need us to. We’d never do anything to hurt you, Callie. Ryan and I will follow your lead because believe it or not, we won’t get any pleasure if you’re not enjoying what we do.” Paul says, walking toward me, losing his pants the closer he gets.

I grab his dick with one hand and suck him into my mouth when he stands in front of me. Bobbing my head down his shaft, I use his precum and my mouth to slick the way and go as far down as I can before choking on his length. Paul pulls the hair out of my face with both hands and pulls his dick out of my mouth. I look up, sad he took it away.

“Easy Precious, go slower. Wrap that hand around my length as best you can and slide it up. Fuck, you do that so good. Now chase your hand down my shaft, going just a little further each time. God, you listen so well. Keep doing it, just like that Precious.”

Using my other hand, I grab his balls in my hand and massage them, unsure of what I’m doing. Paul covers my hand with his and shows me what he likes and when I’m doing it he pulls away, putting both hands back in my hair, slowly moving my head on his shaft.

After a few minutes of desperately trying to concentrate on Paul while losing my mind with Ryan rubbing my clit and pussy under my bathing suit bottoms, Paul pulls out of my mouth.

I’m about to protest when Ryan whispers in my ear for me to get off the bed and take my bottoms off. I follow his command and wait for them to tell me what to do next. I stand completely naked for the first time in front of the only two men I trust to be this vulnerable with.

“Get on the bed, lay on your back and spread your thighs love.”

When I’m on my back, I look over to see Paul walking toward me. Running his hands up my calves, he grabs my legs behind my knees and pulls me forward, so my butt is on the edge of the bed.

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