Page 139 of Overtime Positions
“Okay, I’m done now.” She murmured, looking over at me. “Your turn.”
“I don’t need—” I started and then scoffed when Eli moved over to where I lay on the bed and started undoing my belt. “Eli.”
He paused, hands hovering over my fly. “You don’t want?—?”
As soon as his name left my lips, I regretted it, because the fear was evident in his eyes as he froze, automatically doubting that I could want him to touch me. Like it was wrong.
We’d come so far tonight, I hated watching him recede into that doubt.
I sat up, legs spread wide around him on his knees, and grabbed the front of his throat, pulling him in for a kiss. “Don’t finish that sentence. Or I swear to God, I’ll bend you over and redden that ass so fucking bad you’ll be on bedrest with Frankie for the next week.”
He gulped against my hand, eyes widening under the intensity of my threat, and Frankie even popped up on one elbow, legs dangling safely away from us as I put him in place.
“Do I want these sexy lips wrapped around my cock, sucking me off like I just did for you? Do I want to lose myself in you like I’ve been fantasizing about since the first time we kissed, for Frankie? Do I want to crash through euphoria with the two people I love?” I asked, and his pupils widened as I leaned in against his lips. “The answer to all of those things is yes. Without fail, every time, yes.” I bit his bottom lip, and then finally released the tight grip I had on his neck and relaxed now that his eyes were full of lust again instead of doubt. “More than that though, I want to simply take care of you both.” I turned to look at Frankie, hearts practically radiating out of her dark soulful eyes back at me. “Tonight was about seeing to your needs.” I looked back at Eli and took a deep breath, “Healing something that was eating you from the inside out.”
“And you did.” He replied firmly, steady and strong, like he found his strength from mine. Which made my pride soar. “And now I have another need I need you to fulfill.” He dragged my zipper down, making me groan as the pressure intensified in my aching cock. I resolved to go without tonight, and I would get pleasure from seeing to their needs. But now that they were both satisfied, it was harder to ignore my desire. “I want to tear you apart, break through every tough part of you, until you’re putty in my hands.”
“You want to suck my cock?” I growled, and he licked his lips, making my balls tighten.
“Can’t say as I’ve ever wanted to suck a cock before in my life.” He raised one eyebrow at me defiantly, “But I want to wreck you, Trav. Until you’re mine. The same way you belong to Frankie. I want that too.”
I watched his face, looking for any hesitation, but there was none.
Slowly, I reached up and pulled my shirt off over the back of my neck, tossing it onto the floor and then leaned back on my elbows so I could see him. Frankie curled up on her side, teasing her fingers up and down my abs.
“Do it.” I demanded.
Slidingmy fingers under the waistband of Trav’s boxers, I stared straight into his eyes as he lifted his hips and let me strip him. My spent cock twitched at the mere thought of it.
I pulled his clothes off, finally matching him to me and Frankie in our nakedness, and then let my eyes travel to his lap.
Fucking hell, he was so big.
Of course he was.
Tree trunk thighs.
Deep barrel chest.
Shoulders as wide as the houses he built.
He was the very definition of a dominant, testosterone-filled man. Yet, twenty minutes ago, he had fallen to his knees at my feet and sucked me dry, taking me deep past every boundary he had.
And now, I was going to break him down, with my own need to top him from my knees until he was a wreck for me.
I wanted everything.
“Color?” I asked, giving him a tentative smile as I laid my palms flat on his thighs, dragging them down to his knees and back up.
“I’m seeing sounds right now.” He bit back, jaw clenched tight as his cock hardened, all on its own until it lay heavily against his stomach, so thick it couldn’t stay upright under the weight of itself.
I grinned and finally slid my hands toward the center of his body, slowly, but surely gripping his cock in my palm. His hips flexed involuntarily, and a rumble sounded in his chest. Turning to our girl, who silently watched, letting us test every bit of new freedom she was giving to us, I leaned over and kissed her.
She threaded her fingers in my hair, kissing me back soundly as I slowly stroked our lover. “Do you remember the first time I felt Trav through your body?” I hummed, “You were on my lap, my come deep in your pussy as he lined up from behind and slammed into you. He fucked you so hard, you slid up and down against me until I came again.”
“Yes,” She nodded her head, lips against mine. “It was the start of all of this.”
“It was the day I knew I loved you.” I corrected her. “You accepted me. Accepted us. Gave us space and safety to explore things we didn’t know we needed until you gave us the place todo it. The love to do it.” I hummed, looking over at Trav with his pitch-black eyes and tight, corded muscles in his neck as he reacted to my words just as viscerally as she did. “Now look at us.”
