“Love you,” she managed to whisper before she crashed into sleep.
Emi rolled over to snuggle closer to Aaron and found him gone. That’s when she heard the men’s low voices in the corridor. She glanced at the clock and realized she didn’t have to get up yet, but Aaron had an early meeting at the dockmaster’s office about their cargo. She closed her eyes and nearly went back to sleep when she heard the door open, followed by the sound of clothing hitting the floor. A moment later, she felt the bed move as Ford and Caph climbed in with her.
“She’s still asleep,” Ford softly said. “Don’t wake her up.”
She heard the rustle of bedsheets, and then Ford let out a soft, familiar moan that brought a smile to Emi’s face. She cracked open an eye and watched. Ford lay on his stomach, eyes closed, his head resting on his arms. Caph straddled him and slowly rubbed his back, sensuously kneading his muscles. He took his time, his large hands knowing from years of experience exactly where and how to apply pressure.
As he worked lower, his thumbs traced along Ford’s spine, every vertebrae, the hollow in his lower back behind his hips that dipped between his firm ass cheeks. She resisted the urge to count the vertebrae in her head and name the muscles. These were her husbands, not anatomy models.
Although they were damn fine specimens of the male anatomy. All three of them.
Ford’s hips slowly gyrated against the bed as Caph lowered his head. His tongue slowly brushed from between Ford’s shoulders and down his back, following the path his fingers had taken. Caph’s large hands kneaded Ford’s ass. “You got any problems that need taken care of?” he hoarsely asked. She spotted his rigid cock nestled against the seam of Ford’s ass.
Ford softly chuckled against the mattress. “Ah, you know I do, big guy. And you always know how to scratch my itch, don’t you?”
Caph reached over, grabbed the bottle of lube from beside the bed, and then lay on his back on Ford’s other side. “How you want me?”
Ford sat up. “Just like that.” He leaned in and kissed Caph. Emi felt heat pulse between her legs at the sight of the men’s passion. Watching her men together always did that to her. Every action screamed their love for each other. It wasn’t just sex between them, it was soul mates joining.
Caph pulled his legs up, his rock-hard thighs touching his chest as Ford teased him. He fisted Caph’s stiff cock and stroked it. “How do I take care of this later? That’s the next question.” His playful smile lit the dim room. He palmed Caph’s heavy sac, stroking it, working his way lower. “Do I suck it or fuck it?”
Caph threw his head back, eyes closed, and moaned.
“Like the way that feels?” Ford asked.
He nodded. “Please fuck me, man. I need it.”
Ford slicked himself with lube before prepping the other man. Emi’s heart pounded as she watched him press the head of his cock against Caph’s rim. “Gonna fuck you real good, buddy,” he promised as he slid home.
He wiggled his ass against Ford’s thighs as his hands tightly fisted the sheets.
Ford’s firm ass and thighs flexed as he stroked his cock inside Caph. “You like that?”
Caph nodded, his bottom lip caught under his teeth.
Both of Emi’s eyes were now wide open as she watched the men. Ford held on to Caph’s thighs as he fucked him. “Jesus, you feel good,” he whispered.
Caph let out another soft moan.
Unable to take it anymore, Emi rolled over and kissed Caph as Ford laughed. “Whoops, we woke her up.”
Caph’s tongue deeply plundered her mouth as his hand found one of her breasts and tweaked her nipple. He nudged her up. “Turn around,” he gasped. His large hands grabbed her hips. He urged her to straddle his face as he pulled her over his mouth, his tongue lightly flicking her clit. She felt the morning stubble on his cheeks rasp along the insides of her thighs, a delicious contrast to his soft, shaggy blond curls.
She rested her hands on Caph’s chest, balancing herself, playing with his nipples. Ford leaned in and kissed her.
“Jesus, that’s fucking sexy, watching you on him like that!” Ford was their chatterbox, even in bed.
She didn’t mind.
Caph’s rigid cock bobbed with each thrust Ford took inside him. Not one to waste an opportunity, Emi lowered herself over Caph’s body and sucked his cock into her mouth.
She didn’t know who moaned more loudly, Ford or Caph.
Caph doubled his efforts between her legs, his hands clamped around her thighs, holding her in place. Not that she wanted to move. She laved her tongue over the head and crown, flicking the slit and tasting the salty tang of pre-come. She felt him grow even harder between her lips.
Ford twined one hand in her hair. “That’s it, baby. Suck his cock.” Between her legs, Caph’s tongue plundered her depths and drove her closer to climax.
She felt Caph’s hands change position, one finger gently pressing against her puckered rim without pushing for entrance. It was enough to send her over the edge. As she moaned around his cock, his hands once again clamped around her thighs as he sucked on her clit.
Ford’s thrusts came harder, faster. “Come for us, baby. Let him eat that sweet pussy. Scream for us.”
Screaming wasn’t an option with several thick inches of Caph’s man-meat filling her mouth, but she gave it her best. As she felt her insides melt into a passionate puddle, she ground her hips against Caph’s face.
“Suck the juices right out of his cock, baby,” Ford urged. “Make him come before I do. I want to feel his ass clench.”
She redoubled her efforts, taking him deeply into her throat and stroking the veined surface with her tongue.
“Come on, big guy. Quit holding back, you damn tease.” Ford fucked him harder. “I’m almost there.”
Emi wiggled one of her hands free and slipped it between Caph’s legs. She squeezed his sac and sent him over the edge, making him loudly moan against her.
Ford felt it before he heard him. “Fuck, yeah! There he blows!” He pounded into Caph’s ass, crying out as he sank his cock balls-deep inside his lover and fell still, hanging on to Caph’s legs for support.
He slowly untangled himself and stepped into the head to clean up, returning with a washcloth for Caph. Emi rolled off Caph, curling up next to him. She smiled when Ford leaned in for a kiss. “Morning, sugar.”
“Good morning.” She was going to say something to Caph when they heard his soft snore.
“So much for cuddling,” Ford snarked. “Poor guy. He’s wiped out, stayed up all night. At least I had time to catch a little catnap.”
Emi wished she could lay there all morning with the men, but then she glanced at the time. “I need to get up. I’ve got to go over the sick bay and medical inventories one more time in case I need to put in another order before we leave. Then I need to get to work in the hydro lab.”
He helped her to her feet. “Need help?”
“You in the hydro lab? I don’t think so.” Ford had a black thumb.
He laughed. “No, babe. I meant with inventory. I want our plants to live, not die.”
“Nah, stay here with him and rest.”
She grabbed a quick shower and dressed, casting one last look at Caph and Ford before she left their cabin. Cuddled together, Caph had rolled onto his side and thrown his arm around Ford’s waist. Ford was already dozing. They looked so cute like that. She enjoyed seeing them intimate together, whether having sex, or simply the way they worked together, or even while cooking dinner in the galley, a hand to the small of the other man’s back as they passed, totally comfortable with each other.
Her men. Not too many mornings they’d all be in bed at the same time while in space. Not when someone had to stay on watch all the time. She walked to the galley to make her coffee. Aaron had promised her before they left the hub that they’d have a night together, the four of them. Then at least one more before they left Mars.