Our family.
I insisted that he be included on our Christmas picture cards this year. Him,Elliot, and Leo, and Yasmine. A double secret right out there in the wide open.
Kev leans in to kiss me, and I know what he wants because I can feel his cock pressing against me.
Chris, who I thought had been dozing, speaks up. “Are we doing this? Because I could go either way.”
“I’m doingsomething, Sir,” he quips.
Chris reaches out, fists his hair, and hauls him in for a kiss. “What wasthat, boy?”
He grins. “Took a bullet for ya.”
Chris freezes, blinks, and bursts out laughing. “Motherfucker,” he mutters. “I’mnevergoing to live that down, will I?”
“No, Sir.”
This joking has replaced some of the tearful, heavy conversations of just a couple of months ago, and it relieves me, honestly.
My boys are back, and there’s an easy, sweet undercurrent to our lives now that was missingfor far too long.
“If I let you fuck my ass, can I go a day without you playing that card?” Chris says.
“Oooh, baby.” Kev rolls toward him. “How about I make a First Spouse Sandwich?”
“Sold.”
I let out ameepas I find myself grabbed, rolled, and on the bottom of the pile in the middle of the bed with Chris on top of me, his cock easily sliding home inside me.
He smiles down at me. “Hiya,President Samuels.”
“Hey there, yourself, Special Agent Bruunt.”
“Oooh, official title porn,” Kev jokes from where he’s grabbing a condom and lube. “Been a while since we’ve playedthatgame.”
Chris kisses me as he wiggles around and gets comfy, a deep, sweet grunt rolling from him as Kev lubes him.
“Ooooh, yea,” Kev groans from on top of him even as Chris lets one of his own fly. “That’swhat I’m talking about. Hail to the chief, baby.”
Chris starts moving, thrusting, and with a hand between us for the assist, it doesn’t take long for him to get the first one from me.
“Good girl,” he says, nibbling on my neck. “So fucking good.”
These two goofballs aremine.Allmine.
“Yeah, she is,” Kev says. “So’s this ass.” I feel a hard thrust that rocks Chris and me and makes Chris groanagain.
“You keep that up,” Chris says over his shoulder, “I won’t last long.”
“I don’t need you to last long,” he teases. “I just need you to hold still so I can fuck your brains out.”
I was going to start laughing, except I start coming again, and that kind of distracts me. By the time we finish, my two boys are worn out, we’ve cleaned up, and now we’re splayed across our bed again, with mein the middle this time.
“The bed comes with us, by the way,” I say.
Chris and Kev both burst out laughing. “Uh, you know something about this bed we don’t, hon?” Kev asks.
“I meant when we move out. We’rekeepingthis bed. It’sours, and frankly, it squicks me out the idea of other people fucking in our bed in the future. When we move, it comes with us to wherever we move to.”
