“Are you ready for more?” Dan gulps, an unexpected show of nerves, then shakes his head, seeming to grow more confident—or perhaps buoyed, for Nathan appears behind him, running a hand across Dan’s shoulders and clearly providing support.
Corin settles on my other side, stroking my arm and bending to nuzzle his cheek against my neck.
“You decide.” I tell Dan. No matter that we’d discussed this earlier and calculated it would be easier for all three of them to bite me if I rode him; it’s still his first time, and he can change his mind if he prefers. Granted, I also feel deliciously languid and have no objection to him doing more of the work.
“You on top, then.” Dan glances at Corin then back at Nathan. The wound on Nathan’s neck has already scabbed over, and Dan’s is mostly healed, the scar’s colors lovely against his skin. “You’ll keep me from biting before she’s ready, or if she changes her mind at the last minute?” Dan asks them.
Neither responds, but something passes between the trio that I’m not part of. I don’t feel excluded, but neither am I in the know—not yet.
“Then let’s get started.” I push lightly at Dan’s shoulders. It’s not enough to roll him over, especially with Nathan behind.
But Nathan moves, allowing Dan to lie back. It’s almost a reverse of yesterday, this time, Nathan’s arm cradles Dan’s shoulders, hands ready to keep him from rising.
I sit up and swing a knee over Dan. My knees creak a warning that I only have so long before they’ll protest. Guess I need to start doing yoga more regularly. Dan’s cock is hard and bends forward just enough that my pussy brushes its underside. The last vestiges of pleasure still tingle in my nerves, but my body’s cooling.
“May I help?” Corin asks, rubbing my shoulders, fingertips circling lower with each pass, closer to my breasts, which start to firm up in response. Warmth and arousal flows in dual circlesthrough my body: one from Corin’s touch, the other Dan’s cock teasing my clit as I sway.
“Yes.” I lean back against Corin, letting him take some of my weight as he cups my breasts. His mouth is hot against my neck. We agreed he could bite there, while Nathan and Dan will aim for the top of my shoulders. Corin doesn’t bite, not yet, but his teeth pull at my skin from chin to shoulder on one side, then back up the other.
Nathan bends over Dan, kissing him and doing something that makes Dan shift and arch, pressing his cock harder against my clit. His knot starts to swell.
Reaching between us, I adjust his cock and sink down slowly. He’s as thick as Corin and maybe a little longer, filling me, stretching me, even before the top of his knot catches at the edge of my pussy.
Their scents meld, so heavy with lust that even I can catch it, taste it. Even better than yesterday, coming from three of them, rather than just one.
Corin’s pinching and tweaking my breasts with one hand; the other arm stretches across my belly to rub my clit. All the while, he works at my neck, though he’s settled on a spot to the right, just above my collarbone. I never knew he was so capable at multitasking.
Dan’s hips cant upward, thrusting as I rise and descend. Nathan can’t swallow all Dan’s gasps and moans.
Knowing that this is Dan’s first time, that he waited for me even if he didn’t know it, gives an added spice. There’s a bitter edge—all the years lost—but it makes the sweet all the sweeter, because we’re finding our way back together, both stronger and better suited to withstand the storms that will surely come.
We have the present. That’s the only guarantee. I’ll drink every drop of this, etch it in my memory to take out and polish whenever I need to relive a moment of joy.
“Now.” Eyes wide open and fixed on Dan, I let my weight pull me down onto his knot.
I catch only a fleeting glimpse of pleasure shining on his face before his knot stretches, swells, fills me full, and presses just the right way to fill my whole body with pure delight.
Something stings where my neck meets my shoulder, but the brief flash of pain only pushes me higher.
Dan’s cock jerks and hot cum fills me as pain flares on another shoulder, overlapped by a second instants later.
Suddenly, they’re there within me, the three of them. Dan’s joy at knotting and binding flood me, even as he moves, his knot shifting minutely within me, triggering another round of elation.
A finger strokes my bottom lip as I pant.
“Try, Johanna,” Corin says.
Something presses against my teeth. Sweet cider coats my tongue. Dan moves, and his knot presses a particularly sensitive spot.
I bite.
Copper blood fills my mouth—blech—but the sweet tang of cider eases the sour. My bond with Corin thickens, strengthens. The connection is no stronger than with Nathan or Dan, but there’s a sense of permanence, of choice affirmed, confirmed, doubled.
I sink back against Corin, and he eases me down next to Dan, who rolls to the side. Each movement sends additional ripples of pleasure through me—and, thus, them—and from Dan back to me. Lesser echoes through Corin and Nathan. On and on, extending our joy far past anything I’ve felt before.
At length, when Dan’s knot finally eases and we part, Corin and Nathan care for us, clean us, and help us transfer to Corin’s clean, dry bed before we all collapse together.
They haven’t asked about my biting Nathan or Dan back. I’m not volunteering, but surely some of my emotions bleed through.
