When she turns I see the wildness. I see the woman who only I know, then one who becomes something else when she’s with me, who found herself lost in that maze.
She kisses me; it’s soft and wet and without finesse or style because it’s too wanton.
She wants to forget.
I can be that magician who makes time invisible and pauses the rest of the world, if only for an hour.
My hand slips between her legs, fingers passing over her clit, giving her enough of a touch to hear her mewl. She’s wet, dripping. I bring up my fingers and show them Isaac, the light glistening off the nectar. I suck them, replacing those fingers with my other hand and press a finger into her.
“She’s tight and soaked. Why don’t you taste her?”
He stands up and walks towards us, but instead of dropping to his knees, he takes my hands from between her legs and licks my fingers, watching both of us.
One of his hands holds her breast and I hear Blair whimper because she needs more and hard. He drops to his knees and takes her nipple in his mouth and I watch as he sucks, his eyes looking up at me and I’m spellbound.
My fingers circle her clit, my legs bracing to help keep her upright as I feel her body shift to butter. Isaac sucks and nips and tongues her tits, worshipping them and I tell her how beautiful she is and how wet for us and how we’re going to fuck her.
She comes without my fingers inside her, Isaac’s hands on her waist to hold her up and as her body shudders, he kisses me, a congratulatory kiss, but it makes me want him behind me, his arms around me, Blair, us both.
I unzip my pants and let them fall, walking her forward with Isaac guiding her until she’s close enough to the bale of hay to brace her hands on it. Isaac kisses her as I press the top of my cock to her entrance while she’s on all fours, her legs parted. I don’t push in all the way, just the tip and I hear her swear.
Blair comes alive after the first orgasm. It turns her mouth dirty and makes her crave being filled. The tip of my cock isn’t enough and she tells me so, making Isaac laugh. He’s sitting watching us, his cock now out, his hand slowly rubbing up and down its thick length.
I push harder into Blair and she moans, her tits bouncing with the force. I pull out and grasp her hips, telling her to hold on and I start to fuck her, my eyes flitting between her full breasts and Isaac as he watches us.
She tightens around my cock and I feel her tense as she starts to come again, her eyes on Isaac. It’s enough to pull the orgasm from me and I come watching Isaac with Blair’s name on my lips like a thankful prayer.
I stay inside her as my orgasm subsides, my eyes on him, my arms around her. He still hasn’t come.
“Are you going to fuck her now?”
I see his body react even though his expression stays the same. He stiffens, his hand slowing on his cock.
“Blair…”
“Let me.”
I pull out of her, my release seeping out of her pussy but she doesn’t react to it. She’s down on her knees in front of him, taking his cock in her mouth and sucking and rubbing her hand up and down it while he holds her breasts and looks at me.
I step over to them and gently push my hand into her hair, just like Isaac did to her the day her brother died and I guide her head into a rhythm I know he can sustain.
“How does it feel, having two men who’d give anything to stay like this all night and all tomorrow?” I pull her head away so she’ll answer.
Her nipples are the hardest I’ve ever seen them, and although she’s come twice, I’m certain she needs to come again.
“I’d stay here too.” She holds Isaac’s cock and he looks pained, needing a release.
“Why don’t you fuck him?”
She lifts herself off the floor and straddles Isaac. My hands cup her tits as she lines up his cock and sinks down onto it and he kisses her and then my arm, holding her hips and guiding her up and down as they fuck. I take a hand to my cock, hard again, wanting my release to come at the same time as theirs.
“She’s tight.” Isaac’s voice is tense. “So good. As good as you, Ben.”
Her hands go to his shoulders and she lets him take more control, moving her as he needs. I pinch her nipple and feel my spine tense, my balls tighten. I lean over and kiss Isaac, messy and uncoordinated, but it doesn’t matter, because the sound of Blair’s orgasm as she tips her head back sends me over a sweet cliff and I ejaculate over her back, hearing Isaacs groan as he holds her hips still and comes inside her.
It takes me seconds to regain coherent thought. I drop to my knees on the hay on the floor of the empty stable and pull Blair to me, wrapping my arms around her. We’re a mess of arousal and ejaculate and words and promises and everything is fucking needed.
Somehow we end up, the three of us, on the floor, in the warmth of the hay and the heat, our arms tangled around each other and lips on skin.
