Relief washes over me, only to be replaced by pure need. Fuck, I do want to put something inside her, but what I have planned will sate me for now.
“Bennett,” I say, gesturing for him to get on the bed. “Up here. Bree—I want you to lie back against him, alright?”
She listens right away, repositioning herself so she’s in Bennett’s lap. He tenderly brushes her hair aside, and I knew he was the right choice for this.
Now I kiss farther down her belly to her sleep shorts, and slip my fingers inside the band to pull them down. She’s wearing underwear covered in panda bear faces.
Those go next, then Bree is fully naked. Seeing her this way reminds me of the breeding bench, but now I get to explore it all.
I admire the reddish-brown curls at the crux of her thighs as I pull them apart. It’s been a long time since I did this, and I hope I remember how.
When I lean down, I inhale the scent of her, and it tickles every nerve ending in my brain. My body remembers her, and my cock leaks inside my boxers as I run my fingers down through the curls to the lips of her pussy below it. These are waxed, with light hairs growing in, exposing her clit to me.
My tongue darts out and laps over it, and Bree twitches. I can’t put a finger inside her, so I’ll have to really wind her up with just her clit. Setting to my task, I begin slow, dragging my tongue up and down her labia before teasing her bud again. Then I swirl it, keeping my pressure light as her gasps turn into moans.
Maybe I do remember how to do this.
Guided by the sweet noises Bree makes, I chase after what she enjoys most and then repeat the motion over and over, switching up my tactics only to return to old favorites. Now she’s writhing in Bennett’s lap and he’s fondling her tits, plucking her nipples and kissing the top of her head as I draw one moan after another out of her.
Soon, she’s close, her whole body tightening like a bowstring. I lick her faster, harder, applying more pressure as I go wild on her clit and she’s now crying out, her hands tangling in my mane, fingers wrapping around my horns.
“Jack!” she whines when I don’t let her go. “Oh, fuck, I’m going to?—”
She interrupts herself with a sharp cry, her hips rising into my face as she crests. I clutch her ass in my hands, not slowing down, as she writhes and wriggles under me.
“Ah!” she moans again, and finally, I release her. Lowering her back to the bed, my mouth is slick with her. All I want is to bury myself in her, but the time will come. Tonight, I want to fall asleep with her in my arms.
“Arthur,” I say in my most commanding voice, and he appears at my side. “I want you to suck Bennett. Now.”
With wide eyes, Arthur nods. I gesture for Bree to come toward me, and I hold out my arms to her as she settles in them. My cock pokes at her ass, but I ignore it as I watch my husbands put on a show for us.
“What do you think?” I ask Bree as I fondle her breasts languidly. Arthur makes a wet noise while he gives Bennett the blowjob of his life. “Do you like watching them?”
“Y-yes,” Bree says, leaning into me while I play with her. “They’re beautiful.”
“They are.”
Now it’s my turn. I set Bree down on the bed and strip off my boxers, my cock aching to fuck. Arthur turns his head and when he sees me approach, he spreads his legs apart.
Very good.
Twenty
Bree
Wow.
I watch in amazement as Jack fucks Mangelli, his abs flexing with every thrust of his hips. The tawny satyr moans in pleasure, gripping the blankets with his fingers curled like claws. Bennett sits beside me, flaccid after he let off in Mangelli’s mouth. He curls his arm around me and nuzzles my cheek like we’re not witnesses to an incredible show.
He probably sees this happen all the time.
Mangelli cries out and lurches forward as Jack slams into him, and his cock jerks as he spills out onto the bed. Jack groans behind him, taking him harder, faster, until he’s meeting his own climax and roaring it out to the world.
Carefully, Jack pulls himself out, then kisses Mangelli on the head between his curly ram’s horns. Mangelli collapses to the bed as Jack withdraws a roll of toilet paper from the bedside table and cleans them both up in a way I find sweet and tender. Jack runs a hand down his lover’s back, then gets to his feet and heads to the bathroom.
Mangelli rolls onto his side, his eyes glazed with sex and a happy smile on his face. Bennett climbs into the bed and pulls Mangelli into his arms. For a moment, I feel like an intruder in this space, until Jack returns and hugs me from behind.
“I’d like to hold you tonight,” he murmurs in my ear. I nod agreeably and we join the others in the huge bed. There, I end up wedged between Jack and Bennett, with Jack spooning me from behind.
