“Please what, Charlie? Please let you come?” He still pounds into me relentlessly, not missing a beat.
I can’t answer as I shatter around him. He peppers my neck and collarbone with kisses, remaining inside me but not moving while I come down.
“Well, that’s two,” Max says, smiling down at me.
I giggle and smile back. “That was wonderful.”
“Oh, we’re not done yet,” Max says with a smirk and gets off the bed. Standing at the edge of it, he crooks his finger at me in a ‘come hither’ motion.
I make my way over, kneeling in front of him on the bed. “Legs or ass up gorgeous. Your choice.”
It takes a second for his meaning to click in, but when it does, I grin and flop down onto my back and raise my legs in the air. Max smirks, grabbing my legs and resting them on each shoulder.
“Excellent choice Charlie,” he praises while entering me again. My pussy is still slick from the last orgasm and his cock glides into me with zero resistance this time.
I moan loudly. Sex has never felt this good. Never. Like never ever.
“I think you’ve got one more in you gorgeous, and I really want to hear you this time. Don’t hold back, okay?”
I nod up at him and he gives me just one moment before he begins thrusting into me hard. I can feel my thighs jiggle withthe force and for the briefest moment my brain tells me to beg Max to stop. But then it decides that it feels too freaking good, and it doesn’t care about my flabby limbs right now.
I grip the sheets to stop myself from sliding across the bed and away from Max. He takes this as an invitation to thrust harder and before long I’m moaning his name in a breathless chant. I can feel my orgasm getting closer, and I can feel Max swelling up more too.
He reaches between my legs and strokes my clit and right when I think I can’t take anymore, Max utters the words that completely undo me. “Come for me.”
And I do. Hard. My vision blacks out for a second and I see stars. I’m vaguely aware that I’m screaming Max’s name, but I don’t even care. I don’t care how loud I am. How it sounds. How it looks. All I care about is how it feels. And it feels incredible.
“Fuck, Charlie!” Max shouts as he comes right after me.
Max puts my legs down and he lays down on top of me, his legs still on the floor next to the bed. His cock stays nestled inside me while we both pant and come down from our orgasms.
“That was fucking awesome,” Max mumbles into my boobs. I giggle and the movement in my chest has him lifting his head and smiling up at me.
“Yeah, it was,” I reply breathlessly.
“Get comfortable. I’ll be right back.” Max plants a kiss to my chest before climbing off me and padding over to his ensuite bathroom.
I don’t move. I don’t think I can. When Max returns, now condomless, he laughs. “There’s no way you’re comfortable like that.”
“Every position is comfortable when your limbs are made of jell-o,” I inform him.
“Fair enough,” Max laughs. He scoops me up and sets me down the right way on the bed. He crawls in beside me before pulling the covers over both of us.
I turn over and snuggle into his chest. He wraps his armsaround me and sighs contentedly. “I hope you had fun,” he murmurs.
“So much,” I manage to mumble back before I drift off into a dreamless sleep.
Chapter 16
Andy
I hum to myself happily while I make pancakes for everyone. After Ben and I took care of that atrocious scumbag, we came home to hear Max and Charlie having A LOT of fun upstairs. I have to admit that part of me is jealous, but mostly I’m just excited. Something deep in my bones is telling me Charlie is the girl.
OURgirl.
Ben thinks I’m insanely delusional for wanting us to all be in a polyamorous relationship, but I think he’d like it if we gave it an honest to goodness chance. I’m the only one in this house actively trying to make it happen. Which okay, fine, because I’m the one who wants it the most. But it would be good for all of us. We’re blessed with the fact that we’re close like brothers, without the underlying issue of being actually related.
Max and I had a threesome once and it was super hot. I liked it so much that I tried to make it happen again, but the chick didn’t want to do it again after that, even though she told me she had fun. But that’s what sparked the idea in my head, and I haven’t been able to let go of it since. There’s something about the idea of having an open-minded woman around, willing to be part of our strange little family that just appeals to me on a deeper level. The right girl would feel so loved and would be well taken care of in our home.
