Pulling away from him as he melts into the bedding, I reach for the bottle next to him to coat lubricant along the surface of the toy attached to my hips. A hesitant glance to my husband is met with a smile and an affirmative dip of his chin as I notch the tip behind Connor.
“Is that okay, Honey?” I ask him as I carefully inch the sculpted clear silicone inside of him.
“Sogood,” he says with a whine, his hand balling into the bedding beneath him.
The glitter inside of the toy shines as the light hits it, offering a certain softness to an action that feels so harsh.
My palm trails gently down the length of his spine as I pull out and push back in, letting him adjust before I move my hips faster.
He’s not silent when he fucks me, by any means, but whileIfuckhim…the sounds coming out of him are almost enough to make me feel high.
As their lips meet once more, Tripp happily devours every moan that floats from Connor’s throat, even in spite of the need screaming at him from behind his own zipper.
“Fuck him harder, baby,” Tripp tells me with his thumb trailing across our partner’s lower lip.
I tighten my grip to give myself security as I slam my hips against Connor’s, forcing desperately whined curses from his lips as his body lowers and his cheek presses into the mattress.
“That’s it,” my husband tells me encouragingly.
With one hand disappearing beyond the corner of the mattress, the clink of Tripp’s belt buckle quietly announces its exit. His cock leaks at the tip as he pulls himself to a standing position, lifting the hem of his t-shirt to his chin as he offers himself long, pulsing strokes.
He holds my gaze as he takes Connor by the jaw, his mouth ticking up at the corner as he slides his tip into our partner’s waiting mouth, and I force my silicone cock deeper inside of him as he moans around my husband’s.
I let my hands explore Connor’s body, trailing across the toned muscle in his back and down the length of his arms, sprinkled with only a few small pieces of ink. Tributes to the people that he’s lost, and messages to himself that he needs reminders for.
As his hand finds its way around his cock, stroking and teasing his tip, my husband reaches for the back of my head to tangle his fingers into my hair and pull me close to him.
“I wish you could see yourself right now, making him take that cock,” he breathes against my lips.
I can’t help the smile that tugs at my lips, or the hot blush creeping across my cheeks. “You like it?”
A low groan forces its way from his throat. “I love it.”
Connor lets out a strangled groan between us as our lips meet, Tripp’s tongue swirling against mine, and his body shifts, his hips grinding hard against mine. Every muscle is tense, every breath jagged. As his movements stop, with my toy buried deep inside of him, his fist tightens in the bedding, warm jets of white firing out of him as grunts escape his lips.
My palm slides against his back, massaging into his muscle as his body melts into the mattress, one hand on the base of our husband’s cock while his mouth works the length of it. My legs tremble, not because of overuse, but because I’m not sure that I’ve breathed since I slipped into this harness.
Maybe I haven’t breathed in years.
A sting settles behind my eyes, but I push it away with a slow and gentle glide of my hips, a smile tugging at the corner of my mouth as Connor’s fills with cum. A thumb dragged across his lips cleans up what he doesn’t swallow.
In the silence that surrounds us, we settle, the three of us piling into the shower together. It’s a tight fit; none of us are left with much room to so much as pivot side to side, but we manage to get ourselves cleaned up and refreshed.
The time on the small clock pinned to the wall suggests that we definitely will not be making it to dinner tonight, though.
Chapter 37
CONNOR
Lying on my stomach with my head resting against folded arms, Julia’s hands push into the muscle of my back. Her thumbs work deep into my skin in circles that soothe, that could almost make me fall asleep right on the spot.
Like my last birthday, my expectations weren’t high for this one. I would turn thirty-three and the world would just keep turning the same way that it always had. Part of me expected this morning’s cake delivery to be the only acknowledgment that I’d receive today.
With a roll of her hips against my back, Julia pulls me from my thoughts.
“Tripp told me that you wouldn’t have asked me to do that because of…” she hesitates, like if she finishes the sentence, if she says that name, I’ll combust right beneath her.
“He’s right,” I tell her, my words feeding more into the skin of my forearm than they do the air. Her thighs tighten on either side of my body, her skin warm against mine.
