Page 13 of Desiderium
Even Aly’s come a long way since we first found her. She was always confident but, for some reason, never with the way she looked. I blame Hollywood and stupid fucking social media for giving women unattainable and unrealistic beauty expectations. If they were still around, I’d find each of them and shove their agendas right up their pompous asses. Luckily for me, they’re already probably dead. Hurray for small wins.
Cole’s work with Aly, however, has done wonders. Both for her confidence as well as her mental health. I think back to that first night when he joined Aly and me and forced her to see just how beautiful she is over and over again. Then there was the time when he assisted her in battling her anxiety by tying her up with lines and lines of rope. Then there was the time...
She hangs there, mid-air, hovering just over Cole who’s lying on his back on the bed, his head in the opposite direction—sixty-nine style. The rope-ties he used force her legs to bend at the knee, her toes touching the lower curves of her ass, her pussy on full display for our pleasure, as wellas hers. I run a finger through her wetness and down to where Cole is teasing her clit with his tongue. His mouth opens to take me in, tasting her on my flesh, relishing in her flavors. He resumes his work on her pretty little pussy while I make my way around to Aly’s face.
Jax, having prepared for this earlier, flipped the couch around to face the bed, and is seated there, enjoying the show, choosing to watch rather than participate. He runs his hand up and down, stroking his cock in time with Cole’s languid exploration. Looking over at me, he catches my gaze and lifts his chin in Aly’s direction, eager for me to take her.
Aly’s face is a sinner’s dream: eyes rolled back into her head; her jaw slacked in pleasure. Gentle moans leave her lips after every hitch of breath she makes. Cole’s taking his time with her, making this one last almost a half hour. He’s hypnotized her with his touches. His fingers. His lips. His tongue. She’s dazed and loving every second of it.
I stroke her face where it hangs just above Cole’s cock, still sheathed beneath his jeans. “You like that, sweetness? His lips on yours? You like his tongue on you?Inyou?” She makes a soft mewling sound before pressing into my hand. “Would you like more inside of you?”
She finally opens her eyes, peering up to meet mine as she stutters out, “Fuck, yes.” Sticking out her tongue like the good girl she is, she waits patiently as I pull down my zipper. My cock is heavy in my hand. We’ve been teasing her for a while and its effect is just as obvious on me. My breath falters the second the sensitive underside of my dick touches her wet tongue.
“That’s it, baby, swallow him whole,” Jax groans from his position on the couch, grasping his cock in an even tighter grip. I’m not sure she hears him over her own moans but suddenly she drops her head, forcing my cock down her throat.
“Ooh! Yes, sweetheart. Such a good girl. Keep doing that. Just like that...,” I groan as I feel her throat clamp down around my shaft, doing exactly what Jax instructed. She feels so good. So fucking good. I grasp her chin and the back of her head, lifting her face slightly to gain a better angle for both of us, and slowly pump my cock in and out of her filthy mouth. The wet, tight heat of her throat makes me tense up, eager to come, but I don’t want this to end yet.
Fuck me, she sucks my dick so well.
I have all I can do to force my eyes to open back up, but when I do, I see Cole fumbling at his own pants, straining to gain access to his own cock. When he finally frees the beast, he gives Aly further direction. “Aly, our beautiful little doll, let’s see how much more you can take in that pretty little mouth. Open wide and swallow us both.” I tilt my head to make sure I’m understanding because her hands are literally tied behind her back. He sees my confusion, however, and elaborates. “Hawk, don’t be shy, help her out.”
Well, alrighty then...
I move closer, straddling one of Cole’s thighs as I grab his dick in my hand and hold it flush to my own, offering them both to Aly’s tantalizing mouth. She moans at the sightbefore letting her head fall, her juicy lips surrounding both heads of our cocks. It’s a tight fit, but holy fuck....
Makes my nethers all tingly just thinking about it. I force down a shiver and blacken out my mind before I get caught with a boner while staring at Cole….
I look up and wonder what the bedroom configuration might turn into this evening and make a note to call shotgun with respect to Aly privileges tonight. For all we know there might only be two twin size beds up there.
While I’ve been getting more and more comfortable with Cole and Jax as the months and days pass—sleeping in a giant dog pile every night—if I get a chance to have my own bed for the first time in monthsANDget to choose who my cuddle partner is going to be, I’m going to pick Aly. All day, every day, hands down, no arguments. Even if Cole is my officialcuddle buddy for life. Sorry, not sorry, dude.
I sigh and turn my mind away from the evening’s potential sleeping arrangements, crouching down again to search through the cupboards. During my little brain break, Jax has already started mixing things and throwing them into the skillet on top of the wood stove. Just a couple of pieces of wood and the thing is heating up like a fucking crucible—perfect to cook dinner on.
I reach my hand to the far corner at the very back of the cupboard and feel…something…. I wrap my hands around the item and slowly pull it out. When it comes into view, my mouth drops open in excitement.
Oh, it’s game time
Rip-its. I haven’t seen these little fuckers since we were overseas years ago. They were fucking awesome then and they’re just as awesome now. Imagine an energy drink so packed with concentrated fuel that it kept you up for twenty-four hours straight like a cracked-out Tazmanian Devil. Fucking go-go juice. There’s a handful hidden back there and I manage to dig out every last one. I place them all on the counter except for one, shaking it in Jax and Cole’s direction.
“Look what Santa left me under the tree, boys.” They look over, smiling at whatever they were just talking about, but when they see what I’m holding, their smiles drop right to the floor.
“Ah fuck, put it down Hawk,” Cole says which makes me smile back connivingly. He remembers what happened the last time I had just one of these.
It was only supposed to keep me awake and alert through evening fire watch. Instead, it kept me up on a severe caffeine rush for over an entire day and night and well into the next morning. Shit makes you feel like you can run a marathon without any training whatsoever. And would you look at that, there’s enough here for each of us to get one.
“Imagine all the stuff we could accomplish!” I throw in a karate kick and a ‘hay-yah!’ for emphasis because, fuckyeah, there’ll be some freaking Bruce Lee type shit up in this bitch if the Rip-its have any say in the matter. They run the show, not me.
Imagine the fuck fest we could have while cranked out on them….
Before I can get too carried away, Cole and Jax both give me raised eyebrows, letting me know they’re being serious. I sigh and turn, moving as if I'm setting the cans back into the cupboard but instead swaddle the little bubble babies in a t-shirt, and pack them in my bag like a sneaky little ninja.
They’ll thank me for it later. They’ll see.
After another half-an-hour of rummaging through dusty cupboards, it’s apparent that there’s nothing else of real use hidden in the kitchen. I stand, dusting off my pants just as Jax announces that dinner’s ready and to prep the table. I pull down a stack of plates and forks, setting them down just as Jax sets the cast iron on a mat in the center.
Fuck that looks good. I don’t even know what it is but it looks like some sort of meat-potato-casserole type shit. My stomach rumbles in appreciation.
“Shepard’s pie,” he says triumphantly while pointing to the skillet. “Well… nottrueshepard’s pie but it’s about as close as it’s gonna get nowadays unless we find a butcher and a cow or a lamb.” He shrugs as if he’s a little disappointed he couldn’t do better.
