Carter chuckles and his hand speeds up. “Take one if you can get it, pet.”
The orgasm slams into me almost immediately, leaving me squirming in his lap, moaning around Owen’s cock, and catching my breath in the aftermath. He pulls his hand from my pussy and I know from the sounds Owen makes that Carter’s making him lick his fingers clean.
“Break’s over.” Carter spanks me again. I’m off-balance, needy, still horny—because Owen’s not the only pet Carter’s well-trained—and relishing every bit of this blissful mini mental vacation.
Carter cycles through that several times, spanking, making me come, Owen sucking his fingers, repeat.
The last time, he pats my ass. “Boy on the bed. Pet, ride his face and have fun.”
I barely give Owen time to lie down before I’m grinding my pussy against his mouth, making him laugh.
I watch while Carter lubes himself, rolls a condom down Owen’s stiff cock, and adds more lube. He straddles Owen’s cock and slowly starts working Owen’s cock into him, leaning in to kiss me and play with my nipples as he does.
Below us, Owen’s in Heaven. As more of his cock is tightly fisted by Carter’s ass, his needy, desperate moans vibrate through my clit and pussy and make me come. My men are overachievers and love seeing how much pleasure they can wring out of my body.
Once Carter’s fully impaled himself, he leans in to kiss me again. “Your turn, boy,” he says. “We’ll be here until you’re ready to finish.”
Which could be…a while. Owen’s become a master at holding back for the sadist’s amusement, meaning his own pleasure is prolonged. This is one of his favorite positions, being at the bottom with both of us riding him. He doesn’t care which of us is in which position, either, although it’s usually me riding his cock and Carter fucking his mouth.
I lesser woman might have felt a little put off at Owen choosing this configuration tonight. Except the sadist offered him a treat, and he took it. I love Carter even more for making the offer.
Our boy’s more than earned it.
As we both ride Owen, Carter kisses me, plays with me, my nipples, my clit. I savor this, every bit of it, Owen’s moans, Carter’s evil, satisfied smile. We won’t get too many moments like this once I take office, and especially not with three small children.
I wonder how often Carter will send Owen to me in the middle of the night for stolen moments together? Because I know that’ll be on the menu, too.
A climax larger than the others bubbles up and sweeps through me, and that, apparently, finishes Owen. He reaches down and grabs Carter’s thighs and starts thrusting up. Carter rides him, fucking him hard until Owen comes and the vibrations of his moans trigger one last orgasm in me. I slither off him and flop onto the bed while Carter leans in and kisses him, whispering to him, Owen’s fingers now splayed against Carter’s ass and keeping him in place.
It takes me a moment to work up the strength to turn around and snuggle in close. “Love you, boys.”
Carter and Owen both kiss me. “Love you, Suse,” they say together, immediately followed by low, sweet chuckles.
“Can we snuggle?” I asked, not even knowing what time it is now. I lose track of time when we get to play. Carter has a way of shutting off our brains like that.
“Yes,” he says. “I set an alarm. But we need to clean up, first.” I close my eyes and realize I’ve dozed off when I feel them returning to bed. I slid over so Carter can be in the middle right now.
Owen and I are both here because ofHim. This is perfection, and there’s not a day that goes by I’m not grateful for both these men.
They helped make my dreams real. They love me.
We’re afamily. Even if the world can’t know our truths.
Weknow. And that’s the most important thing.
Chapter Six
Carter
Fortunately, I set the alarm on my phone before we ever left the townhouse, because none of us are kids anymore, and all three of us fall asleep.
I mean, Dray knows where to find us, and how to reach us, but he and Gregory are doing us a favor by babysitting tonight. They’re coming to the mansion tomorrow, along with Ethan Hamilton, to join us for lunch.
That means it’d be nice not to take advantage of their generosity.
“Motherfucker,” Owen mumbles as he rolls over and fumbles around for my phone on the nightstand. His hand finally lands on it and he silences the alarm.
Susa’s snuggled on my other side, and her hand slides down to cup my cock and gently squeeze. “That’s Master’s line,” she says, making me smile.
