It’s easy to fall asleep bundled up together.
The next few weeks pass in much the same way. It sucks losing so much time streaming, and I’d miss the income a lot more if I didn’t have savings. But the rest and relaxation is welcome, too. I catch up on admin and craft some new marketing content. During the day, I keep myself busy, and nights when I’m not with Jack, Bennett, and Mangelli, I watch a movie or hang out with friends.
On the evenings I’m with the satyrs, though… all bets are off. Sometimes Bennett and Mangelli will simply lie next to me, touching me, exploring me, while Jack watches them and strokes himself. He always wants to fuck one of his husbands after eating me out. The other night, watching them got me going so fiercely, I pushed Mangelli down to the bed and sucked his cock until he let off in my mouth. He groaned how badly he wanted to be inside me, and I wanted nothing more.
So the time drags, despite how happy I am to be exploring this new relationship. Until finally, I’m off probation.
I’m free.
The day six weeks is up, we don’t mess with fancy dinners or date nights. We have one plan, and it starts with takeout.
“Don’t eat too much, anyone,” Jack says in his bossy voice. “We can always take a break and snack later.”
He turns to me, and his brown eyes with the square pupils burrow into mine. I can feel in my marrow how much I want to finally get the chance to do this with him, to show him what he’s come to mean to me. His heart is vast, and it’s opened up to me slowly these last few weeks like a flower blooming.
He had his trust broken, a trust that’s hard-earned. But I’m slowly getting there, I think.
This feels like the right next step for us. I want to know him even better, even more intimately. To show him he can trust me, if he wants.
Mangelli is the one who leaps to his feet. “Please,” he says to Jack, approaching me from behind. “Can I go first this time?”
Instead of answering, Jack nods at me. “What do you want, Bree?”
He’s going to put me on the spot like this? Rude.
“What about in order of age?” I ask. I know Bennett had his thirty-fourth birthday last week, but Jack and Mangelli are a mystery to me.
Mangelli snickers. “A-ha! That puts me first. I’m the youngest.” He slings his arm around my shoulders. “Twenty-nine.”
“I’m thirty-two,” says Jack. “Bennett’s the oldest.”
Somehow I expected the oldest to be Jack, but with Bennett’s relaxed energy, this also doesn’t surprise me.
Bennett nods. “I’ll go last.” He leans in close to me, breathing against the shell of my ear as he brushes some of my hair out of the way. “Then I can fuck you good and hard, and maybe it’ll give me the best shot at getting you pregnant.”
Mangelli hoots like he just threw down the gauntlet. Jack simply crosses his arms and smiles.
We barely make it to the bedroom before Mangelli wraps his arms around my middle and carries me to the bed, tossing me onto it. He crawls on top of me, bracketing me with his arms, and nuzzles my nose with his. I giggle at the tickle of his fur on my face. His hand travels up my body, over my breasts, but he stops and lets out a huff of annoyance.
“Too many clothes.”
He strips me fast, tossing my shirt and shorts away before dispensing with his own. Jack and Bennett both watch from the other end of the bed, Bennett leaning back in Jack’s lap.
I should definitely stream this next time. But I wanted privacy with Jack before even introducing the idea to him.
Mangelli wastes no time getting his hands on me, squeezing my tits, playing with my nipples, sucking them in between his lips. He lowers himself so his cock leaks against my thigh, his furry haunches spread around my legs as he pins me to the bed.
“Can’t wait to put a fawn in you again,” he murmurs between nipping and licking my breasts. “You’ll feed it real good with these, won’t you?”
We haven’t talked about what comes after the baby yet, and now is not the time to hash that out. Though… I like the idea that I could be the one who feeds it. I’ve always wondered what that would be like.
“Yeah, these will get big and heavy,” Mangelli goes on as he pushes my tits together. “All full of milk, right?”
That revs my engine. Now I just want him to fuck me already, but I can tell he has other plans.
“Spread those legs.” He licks his chops as he kisses his way down my body, and I open my thighs for him. Sliding a hand under my ass, he wastes no time before diving in, sucking on my clit, licking up and down my pussy, showering me with attention every which way.
Hot damn. For someone who’s never given a woman head before me, he’s good at it. He attacks with relentless abandon, and I’m already whining and whimpering when he finally brings a finger to my wet entrance. It takes a moment for it to slip in, as celibate as I’ve been these last two months, and fuck, does it feel good.
