My head’s still achy, but my heart and soul feel lighter than they have in two fricking years. “I’ll be fine,” I tell him, something he’s heard me say countless times before, even when it wasn’t the truth.
And for the first time in two years, I reallymeanit.
* * * *
I’m still awake when Arlo and Nolan finish their shower and join me in bed. Usually, on the all-too-few nights Nolan is with us all night, we put him in the middle so we can cuddle him between us. Tonight they’ve put me in the middle, Nolan spooning me from behind and Arlo stretched out in front of me.
Yeah, I’m still feeling a little headachy, but I don’t want to waste this time with them. My men kiss me and each other, and I shut off my brain and enjoy being in the moment with them. Before long, I’m on my back and they’re taking turns working their way down my body with their mouths, meaning I’m in frickingheaven.
It isn’t all about the sex, though. Don’t get me wrong, the sex is fantastic. But for every moment like this, there have been probably hundreds of times where when we get together, we’re so exhausted from work or life in general that we just cuddle and watch TV.
Ooh, ooh, or sometimes my guys play a video game together, while I’m stretched out on the couch watching them and falling asleep.
Sexy, right?
There have been times where a “date” between Nolan and I means he went with me to the grocery store, or I went shopping with him and Katie to buy her clothes or shoes.
Then there was the memorable day I got hit by a kidney stone while at work, Arlo was short-handed and couldn’t get away immediately, and I couldn’t drive myself because of the pain. So Nolan left work, picked me up, and took me to the ER, staying there with me until I was discharged later that afternoon and then driving me home to stay with me until Arlo got home. Then, the next morning, he came over and drove me to work, since my car was still there.
Or the time Nolan got hit by the flu and Jerilyn was out of town for work, so we picked Katie up from him and she stayed with me at the house for three days, while Arlo stayed at the apartment with Nolan and took care of him between going back and forth to work.
Just a real carnal carnival around here, ya know?
The sexy times like this are the exception,notthe norm. They’re rare moments of pure, imperfect perfection that makes life so much sweeter for it.
Nolan ends up kneeling between my thighs, smiling down at me as he notches himself in place and easily slides deep inside me. Arlo stretches out next to us, his body pressed against mine and one hand slipping between me and Nolan.
Arlo smiles at me, deliciously sexy evil gleaming in his blue eyes as his fingers play with me. Between that and the feel of Nolan’s cock inside me, it won’t take me long to get over, and they both know it. These men know me and my body, and know each other, too. It’s what makes our stolen time together so sweetly perfect.
Except it won’t be long before that time isn’t stolen anymore—it’ll be the norm instead of the exception.
Arlo’s lips hover over mine as his fingers move in time with Nolan’s thrusts. “How’s he feel, baby?” he whispers.
I whimper. “Good.” I’m not quite there yet, but I feel the climb start. I’ve got one hand wrapped around Nolan’s bicep, where his arm is braced against the bed. My other grazes Arlo’s stiff cock and my fingers wrap around it. My pulse gallops a little harder as he groans and kisses me, his hips flexing as he fucks himself into my hand.
We’ve probably explored every positional permutation there is over the past four years. I don’t really have a favorite, because there’s something to love about every one of them.
Nolan slows his thrusts and leans in, kissing both of us, his focus moving from me to Arlo and back again. When he shifts his weight to the arm I’m holding on to, his other hand comes up and cups my right breast, the pad of his thumb rubbing my nipple and teasing it to a taut peak.
Now I feel like I’m trying to hold back because I’m being pulled toward climax in a headlong rush and I want to prolong it. I love surfing this zone between not enough and too much. I love how time dissolves and the world disappears, until it’s just the three of us and the power of our love binding us together.
Arlo bends his head to my left breast as Nolan takes over kissing me. Wet heat engulfs my nipple, and they know they’ve got me in the zone. I can’t hold back because they’ve tripped all the switches for launch. Giving in to what they and my body are demanding from me, I struggle to stay quiet as Nolan swallows my moans and picks up the pace of his thrusts.
Sure, I can give myself orgasms. But they’re never as good, as sweet, as powerful as when it’s both of them like this, focused on me and I feel like we could take on the world together without breaking a sweat.
It’s humbling and awe-inspiring. I rock in time with Nolan and surf the wave as it crests and crashes inside me, until I’m left spent and trembling with the echoes of it swirling through me.
Arlo and Nolan both sit up and Nolan takes over from me, his hand replacing mine on Arlo’s shaft. Nolan hasn’t come yet. He’s still thrusting as they kiss, ferocious and hungry and devouring each other. I watch, breathless, as they come nearly at the same time. In the aftermath their kisses turn sweet and gentle, tender, playful.
Their souls at their most vulnerable, and most beautiful.
This is one of the many reasons I love these two men.
They lean against each other for a moment. Then they share one last kiss before Arlo, followed by Nolan, kiss me. “Love you,” they say to me together, making me giggle.
It always does.
Stereo.
“Love you two, too.”
We clean up and, now sated and beyond exhausted, we return to bed, Nolan in the middle this time. I feel Arlo’s arm drape around Nolan from behind, because Nolan’s spooned his body around mine from behind.
I know without a doubt this’ll be my best night’s sleep in two years.
