Page 12 of Any Which Way

My hands spread her wide, and I pull back long enough to see her cunt pulsing, searching for anything to grasp. Unable to deny Brynn anything, I acquiesce, sliding two fingers deep inside as I return to my feast.

Brynn falls apart mere moments later, her taste flooding my tongue and her sounds echoing into the room around us.

And when she’s sated, ass still high in the air, I chance a glance at our Mistress, who has since removed their own clothing.

Eleri gives me a small smile. It’s gentle and sweet and at odds with the wicked person who edged me until I saw stars just a few minutes earlier. “I’ve always thought you were beautiful, Kai. But when you give yourself over to me, you’re downright ethereal. Thank you for trusting me with this side of yourself.”

“Thank you, Mistress.” The response is automatic, as if a practiced skill. And not for the first time tonight, it has me wondering if this is the place I belong permanently. At the feet of one lover, while providing the same solstice and submission I crave to another.

Their hand cups my cheek, and I happily nuzzle into the warmth. “You’ve done a wonderful job this evening. And as much as I’d love to see you whimpering for me while locked in chastity, I did promise you a reward.”

I hiss when they wrap their palm around my cock once again, taking me by surprise.

“Look at that desperate, wet mess just waiting for you. Go ahead, sweet boy, slide your cock inside our woman.”

After a punishing kiss the likes of which I’ve never quite shared with Eleri, I do exactly as they command, once again taking my place behind Brynn. I slide into her cunt with ease, the heat of her channel engulfing me in flames that attempt to take over my entire body.

Brynn moans beneath me. And as Eleri sinks to their knees in front of their wife, they urge her back to all fours.

“Use your words, Sweetheart. Tell Kai what you need. Tell your Mistress what you need.”

“More. I need more.”

Eleri kisses Brynn just as deeply as they had me. “It wasn’t enough to serve me tonight. It wasn't enough to watch with an ache between your thighs while Kai was edged time and time again. You still need more, don’t you? You want to be so overwhelmed with sensation that you can’t think? That you can’t exist but as a tool for our pleasure?”

“Yes, please.” It’s a whimper, a near sob.

And knowing again what it feels like to be but a toy for others, Eleri having me in the same position just a few short minutes ago, I can’t deny Brynn another moment.

I slide almost all the way out before slamming my hips forward, bottoming out with one full thrust.

She screams into the room, but the sound is muffled by Eleri pushing Brynn’s face between their legs to feast. And when my gaze snaps up to Eleri, they grin wickedly before beckoning me forward.

With Brynn’s face still messily buried between Eleri’s legs and my own pace staying steady yet slow, we somehow manage to meet in a messy kiss. One of their hands presses against the back of Brynn’s head, holding her in place against their cunt. The second comes up to gently caress my cheek. It’s almost comical how sweet it is in comparison to the sexual act happening. But any sense of humor disappears when they speak. “You’rebeautiful, Kai. It’s okay to be yourself, to want the world to see you for whoyouare.”

They go to pull back, but I stop them at the last moment, my hips stuttering for a few seconds, slowing to a stop. I don’t say it, but I hope Eleri can read my face, reflecting the very same words they just said to me.

We break apart, my thrusts slowly resuming. But I don’t take my eyes off my Mistress, holding on to the gravity of the entire situation.

Brynn explodes around me without warning, a second orgasm that had been building behind the first for the better part of an hour shattering her body. She sags against her wife, and with Eleri’s help, we reposition Brynn so she is spread out on the carpeted living room floor like a buffet only the two of us are lucky enough to indulge in tonight.

Eleri climbs atop their wife, grinding themself against Brynn’s mouth, chasing their release while my own thrusts pick up pace. We barrel together toward something unknown, our eyes locked on one another, our lover between us, exploding in tandem.

And when we crawl into their bed hours later, the three of us sated and worn, I’m thankful to my Mistress and my submissive. And for the space between the two of them in which they allow me to drift off to a soundless sleep, my mind finally at peace.

Ihad never quite grasped Einstein’s theory of relativity when I was first presented the idea back in high school. Though as the weeks passed us by, Kai’s solo performance at Glittering Vices slowly creeping up on us, I began to understand what good old Albert had been talking about all those years ago. The hours seemed to fly with the brevity of winter’s chill in a lazy, tourist-driven, summer-filled town.

Each day, Brynn, Kai, and I went our separate ways. We worked hard during the daylight hours before falling into bed each evening, often all together in a shared bed with increasing frequency.

With two submissives, I was a stronger Dominate than I had been a few weeks prior. But even more importantly, I was a better lover to both my partners. And that was my end goal each and every day.

Of course, there were still times when I worried I wasn’t enough. Days when I felt I couldn’t juggle my own needs, let alone the needs of my lovers. But I was open and honest with Brynn and Kai in the moments that happened, and as withall aspects of our relationship, we flourished under the open communication our relationship had initially been built upon.

Besides, it had been the same communication we needed to rely on when Brynn and I first opened our relationship to others. It had been strong communication that opened us up to the trial dynamic we had immersed ourselves in over the last few weeks with the man we love.

And that communication continued through the tough conversations I had with my partners recently about wanting to express myself differently in the bedroom. While extremely difficult at the time, it had left me feeling more in touch with myself than I had in years, the simple adjustment to gender neutral pronouns while being intimate helping to settle me in a way I hadn’t realized I had been searching for.

Most recently though, communication is exactly how we find ourselves on the last Saturday of June, surrounded by thousands of friends and strangers, Ellison Harbor Pride in full swing.

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