“Yes, but only yours is legal. Maybe that’ll help you avoid doing something stupid like ignoring each other for six years. It was a lot of work to get you back together, and I can’t take any risks with the men I love.”
Eli laughed and crawled across the bed like a predator chasing its prey. “Careful, sunshine. It sounds like you’re taking credit.”
“Why shouldn’t I?” she challenged, propping herself up on her elbows. “Six months after I meddled, you’re getting married. I’m clearly a genius matchmaker.”
“A matchmaker who got caught in her own trap,” I pointed out, crawling onto the bed beside her, unable to resist nuzzling into her neck, breathing in her scent.
Her fingers threaded through my hair, tugging just enough to make my scalp tingle. “The best plans have room for... adaptation.”
My hands found the hem of her sweater, slipping underneath to touch warm skin. I still couldn’t believe this was real sometimes. Tomorrow, Eli would be my husband. And in my mind, Mioko would be our wife, even if polyamorous unions weren’t a legal thing quite yet. It felt like the final piece of a puzzle clicking into place.
Our kisses grew more intense, and we rolled together in the bed, a tangle of limbs and half-removed clothing, laughing and touching and relearning each other’s bodies. Mioko’s sweater disappeared, followed by her bra, revealing small, perfect breasts that both Eli and I immediately focused on—his mouth on one nipple, mine on the other, drawing gasps from her that fed the growing heat in my groin.
We were frantic as we stripped away the last of our clothing. We tossed everything carelessly on the floor until we were naked, skin against skin, breath mingling as we traded kisses that grew increasingly urgent.
Eli maneuvered Mioko onto her back, settling his mouth between her legs while I stretched out beside them, content for the moment to watch. There was something intensely satisfying about seeing them together. Her small body was a perfect contrast to his larger, more muscled frame. The way she arched under his touch, the way he worshipped every inch of her.
His hand splayed across the soft curve of her stomach, and his expression shifted.
“I think once we’re married we’ll have to breed you. Imagine, Luke and me fucking you until there’s a baby growing right here.” He pressed gently on her stomach, making her gasp. “And you wouldn’t know which of us put it there.”
The raw possessiveness in his voice sent a bolt of white-hot desire through me. We’d never discussed this fantasy before—not with each other, not with Mioko—but the image it conjured was unexpectedly, overwhelmingly erotic. Mioko, round with a child that could be mine or Eli’s.
Mioko smiled. “Hate to burst your bubble, but I’m still on birth control.”
“Doesn’t matter,” I heard myself say, my voice rough with want as I moved closer, my hand joining Eli’s on her stomach. “It’s the thought of it. Of marking you from the inside. Making you ours in a way no one can ever take away.”
She shivered beneath our touch, her pupils dilating until her eyes were mostly black. “Show me, then. Show me how badly you want to breed me.”
Something snapped in both of us at her words. Eli’s mouth crashed down on hers while I moved lower, tasting the wetness between her thighs that told me she was enjoying this fantasy, too. She tasted sweet and salty, like home. I lapped at her, savoring her little moans. Her thighs trembled against my shoulders.
I was starved for her and could have stayed buried between her legs all night, tongue-fucking her until her knees buckled and she begged for mercy. She was greedy for it too. Her hips ground against my face, slick and desperate, her fingers threaded so tight in my hair I was pretty sure she’d take half my scalp with her when she came.
Eli’s rough groan vibrated through the mattress as he watched me eat her out. “Spread your legs wider for him,” he ordered, and the sound of his voice was gasoline on my brain. I wanted him to watch. I wanted her to use me, to ride my face like she owned it.
She did. She fucking did.
“Get on your back, pretty boy,” Eli rasped. “I want to watch her smother you.”
I obeyed without hesitation, happy to please them, rolling over and stretching out on the bed, my cock already so hard it slapped against my stomach as I moved. Mioko wasted no time, swinging her leg over me and lowering her pussy to my mouth like a goddess demanding worship, her knees on either side of my chest. I grabbed her ass, spreading her open, tongue lapping deep into her as she rocked against my face.
The taste of her was better than any drug. I sucked her clit between my lips, flicking it with quick, hungry strokes, then dove my tongue into her heat, greedy for every drop. Above me, she moaned, her back arching as she ground down harder, riding my face like she never wanted to come up for air.
I felt Eli’s weight by my head as he pressed up behind her, one big hand gripping her hip, the other steadying himself on the bed as he lined up his cock. The first thrust made her gasp, her body jolting forward, slick heat flooding my mouth as Eli filled her from behind. I could feel every stroke, every inch of him driving into her dragged against my lips. He fucked her hard, the slap of his hips against her ass vibrating through her body and into mine.
“God, you look perfect like this,” Eli growled, his hips pistoning as he pounded into her, his balls slapping against my chin. “Mouth full of pussy, cock leaking for us. Open up, Luke. Let me feed you.”
He grabbed the back of her neck, holding her steady, and angled his next thrust so he slipped out of Mioko and thrust into my waiting mouth. I licked his shaft as he slid in and out a few times, tasting the mix of her arousal and his pre-cum slicking his skin before he thrust back into her, his balls slapping against my face with every movement. The primal filth of it made my cock throb painfully, desperate for relief.
Mioko leaned forward, bracing herself on my thighs, and lowered her mouth to my cock. Her lips wrapped around the head, tongue swirling, then she took me deep, her throat working as she swallowed aroundme. The sensation was obscene, perfect—the wet heat of her mouth, Eli’s cock slamming into her, her pussy flooding my face as she got fucked between us.
I was drowning in pleasure as she rode my face, her pussy slick and swollen, clit grinding against my tongue with reckless hunger. I lapped at her, the taste of her and Eli and pure fucking need mixing into something that went straight to my brain.
Eli’s hips slammed into her from behind, rocking her whole body forward so my face got smeared with her arousal, her thighs clamping tight around my head. With every thrust, she moaned around my cock, the vibrations shooting straight up my spine.
He gripped her hips hard, holding her open for me, his balls slapping against my chin with every hard drive into her. I flicked my tongue over her clit, then lower, sucking at the swollen lips, desperate to taste every drop. When Eli fucked deep, his cock and balls dragged against my mouth. I licked him, sucked him, tasting the slick mix of her and him together.
Eli groaned, the sound vibrating through Mioko’s body, making her grind down harder. “Look at you,” he rasped, and I didn’t know if he meant her or me. Didn’t matter.
