I reach up and snatch the bottle out of his hand, although it would be soooo easy to let him have his way with me tonight. “Get over here,” I hoarsely say, gently tapping Zoey on the top of the head to get her to release me and focus on him.
He smiles as he leans in for a kiss before he releases me and faces the wall, bracing himself. Doesn’t take much before I’m sliding into him while Zoey’s going down on him. Once my thighs meet the back of his, I reach around him and start pinching his nipples.
The sharp hiss I get in reply makes my cock twitch. I’m a twitchy little fucker today. I haven’t been this perpetually hard and horny since our college days.
It’s hard to resist biting him, so I don’t even try to resist. I clamp my teeth over the back of his shoulder and bite down, hard.
“Fucker,” he gasps, but he’s now trying to hump himself between her mouth and my cock, in a way that tells me he won’t last long at this rate.
In reply, I roll his nipples between my fingers, and the combination of the chuckle and moan I get from him nearly makes me come.
I feel Zoey reach around us and cup my ass in her hands, digging her fingers in and squeezing, working her fingers between my cheeks to play with my hole.
Skimming my hands down his torso, I settle them on his hips, still biting him as I start to fuck him in earnest, before I blow my load without getting the full benefit of it. When we were in college, we couldn’t go shirtless around anyone, because we both usually had bite marks all over us.
I start long-stroking him. I know Zoey will get him off in short order, so I don’t have to worry about him, just myself and giving him a decent ride. When I finally release my bite, I look to see I left a decent mark on him.
“Keep your shirt on around Katie,” I remind him, and his gasping laugh punches through my soul and emotionally sends me to my happy place.
He’soursnow. This doesn’t feel real, in some ways. It’sbetterthan my dreams. Joy fills our home, and Jerilyn and Bill can go screw themselves.
“I’m almost there,” he gasps. Perfect timing, because I’m barely holding on. When he trips over the edge, I feel his body squeezing around me even before his first moan erupts.
The shower’s full of steam, and the only sounds are flesh slapping, the water, and our soft, matching gasps and groans as I fill him and he fills her mouth.
When we both fall still, he reaches down to stroke the back of her head. “That willneverget old,” he softly says, making her chuckle.
“Love you, too,” she says.
We untangle, and help her to her feet before I drop to my knees. He holds her cradled against him, her back pressed against his chest and keeping her upright while I use my mouth and fingers to make her come. He kisses her, muffling her moans. If I hadn’t just blown it’d probably make me hard all over again.
Finally, the three of us are standing there, Zoey between us. “We need a big shower,” he mumbles. “And multiple showerheads. Or one of those overhead fancy setups.”
“Big soaking tub,” she adds. “Big enough for all three of us.”
“Two vanity sinks,” I say. “He and I can share one.”
She laughs.
We continue standing there. “Either a second water heater,” Nolan says, “or one of those instant-hot ones for our bathroom. We’re going to go through a lot of hot water.”
“Probably.” As it is, when we had to replace ours three years ago, I upgraded us to the largest unit we could fit in the space in the utility room, fifteen gallons larger than our old one.
Eventually, we make our way into bed and curl up together. I get the middle tonight, and it feels…
Like perfection.
“Love you both,” I say, feeling choked up. This is the longest stretch we’ve gotten to spend together, and that streak will only get longer from here on out.
“Love you, too,” they both say, softly laughing at the stereo.
If this is what life has in store for us?
Bring it.
* * * *
We get the car handled and when I drive it home for Lucas on Wednesday, he and Caine spend hours looking up stuff about it online and talking about the things Lucas wants to save up to do to it, like upgrading the stereo.
