Her eyes dropped closed as she softly moaned.
Cris worked his way lower, down her chest, between her breasts until he freed the left one and sucked her nipple between his lips. She gasped. Her hand gripped his hair, not pulling him away but holding him tightly to her. He didn’t want to allow hope into his heart, but he couldn’t help it.
Landry freed her other breast and licked her nipple. “Tell us to stop if you wish, love, but you would miss out on the delicious experience of two men catering to your every sexual whim. From today on, we are totally under your control.”
Cris closed his eyes, her scent filling his lungs. He never dreamed this day would come, even after she forgave him. Never thought Landry would ever let him be anything other than a cuckolded toy for them both.
He would’ve happily settled for that too, just to stay with Landry and see her every day.
“Please don’t stop,” she whispered.
“There’s my sweet baby girl,” Landry muttered around her breast.
Cris relinquished the breast in his mouth and worked his way further south, unfastening her jeans and tugging them down her body. Her panties soon followed.
He pushed her legs apart and bent his head to her mound. His tongue licked her, swirling around her clit, along her already damp folds, plunging into her hot pussy. Her moans sounded like absolute heaven to him.
“Let him show you how much he still loves you,” Landry told her. “Let him back into your heart. Quit fighting what you know you still feel. It’s only making you miserable.”
She moaned again, her hips gyrating against Cris’ mouth. He wrapped his hands around her thighs and licked, sucked, memories of many nights spent just like this flooding back to him with nearly overwhelming strength.
“Come for him, love,” Landry whispered to her. “Let go, it’s all right. I’m right here. I promise I won’t leave you. I want you to come for him.”
Tilly’s entire body trembled as Cris brought her close to the brink. Her hands fisted his hair, almost painfully, and he welcomed it. She held on tightly as he slowly licked her clit, her body vibrating beneath him.
Landry softly murmured encouragement to her. It suddenly struck Cris this had been his plan all along.
I’m a fucking dumbass.
He’d deal with Landry later. For now, he wanted every second he spent between her legs spent focused on her and her pleasure. She moaned and writhed beneath him as he drove her toward release.
Landry kissed her. “Come for me, baby girl. Let it happen.”
She cried out as her grip tightened on his hair. He wondered if he’d have bald spots by the time they finished and realized he didn’t care. He stayed with her, wringing every last drop of pleasure out of her until she lay trembling on the bed. Her fingers eventually loosened and fell away.
When she rolled toward Landry, who gathered her into his arms, he climbed up the bed to lie behind her. Finally meeting Landry’s gaze, he didn’t miss the satisfied smirk his lover wore. He glared at Landry, to let him know he figured out his game. Landry’s smile brightened, beaming, and Landry blew him a kiss.
Cris closed his eyes and shook his head, struggling not to laugh.
Damn Doms anyway.
Tilly lay there in Landry’s arms with her eyes closed, trying to process what happened. She felt Cris change position and fought the urge to snuggle into his body.
What did this mean?
So many years spent in pain, hating him, loving him.
She chose to remain in Landry’s arms, letting him hold her.
He stroked her cheek. “Love?” he softly said. “Are you all right?”
“Let me get back to you on that.”
She felt him kiss her forehead. “You’re so beautiful. I love you so much.”
When she felt strong enough to deal, she opened her eyes and looked at him. Beautiful green eyes. She read worry there. Maybe he wondered if he’d finally pushed her too far.
She rolled in his arms, her back securely pressed against Landry’s chest, and stared at Cris without speaking. He also looked worried. “Was this your plan?” she asked him.
Landry answered first. “No, love. He was as shocked by my suggestion as you were.” He nipped the back of her neck, sending a shudder of pleasure through her and making her gasp. “You were growing increasingly angry. I worried things were reaching critical mass, as it were. I needed to find a way to break through your pain. I’m sorry. If you’re angry at anyone, be angry with me, not Cris.”
She hugged his arms tighter around her. “You said his name.”
“In this case, I think the three of us need to talk as equals, no?”
“Yeah.”
Cris silently watched.
She stared at Cris for a few minutes. “What am I supposed to do with all this emotional garbage rolling around inside me? Tell me that.”
Cris caught her hand and kissed her fingers. “I’m so sorry. I’ll do whatever you need me to do to make it up to you.”
Part of her wanted to let go of her pain and rage. Part of her didn’t know how to.
She didn’t pull her hand away. That was a start, in her book. Using him as a cuckold for sexual pleasure while making love with Landry, and allowing herself to enjoy Cris the man were two separate things.
Although using him as a cuckold still left her with a sour taste in her mouth.
“Do you want me to send him out?” Landry asked.
“No.” She stared into Cris’ eyes. “I want to watch you fuck Cris,” she told Landry.
She didn’t have to ask twice. In one smooth movement, Landry left the bed and quickly stripped. Cris also stood and removed his clothes before he silently climbed into bed, where he lay on his stomach.
Landry grabbed the bottle of lube from their bedside table and slicked himself before drizzling some over the seam of Cris’ ass. Her eyes never left Cris’ as she lay beside him, close but not touching.
She didn’t know why she asked this. All she knew was she wanted to see it.
Be a part of it.
Landry slid home, making both men gasp. He gave Cris a moment to adjust before he started thrusting. “How would you have me fuck him, love?” he asked her. “Hard and fast, or should I make it last a while?”
Cris didn’t break eye contact with her. “Make it last a while,” she told him. “I want to see how you make love to the man, not the slave.”
She moved closer, her face inches from his. He struggled to maintain control, his breath tight and shallow as he tried to hang on and not come.
“Don’t come,” she whispered to him.
His eyes widened a little, but he didn’t look away.
Tilly kissed him, tentatively at first, before she let herself go just a little. He eagerly kissed her back, his tongue thrusting between her lips, finding hers, stroking it.
Landry caressed his back, his thrusts long and slow, hesitating at the bottom of each stroke before withdrawing to leisurely plunge inside him again.
She reached under Cris and found his cock, hard and already leaking pre-come. “You want to come for me?” she whispered in his ear.
“Please!”
She made him sit up without letting Landry withdraw. Climbing under Cris, she grabbed his cock and placed it at her slick entrance. Cris looked happily shocked.
She didn’t miss that Landry looked pleased.
“You want to come, you do it inside me.”
He kissed her as he sank his cock inside her, holding still as he dropped his head to her shoulder and moaned. “Oh, Tilly, Jesus I love you, baby.”
She wrapped her arms around Cris and looked at Landry over his shoulder. “Fuck his brains out,” she ordered.
Landry grinned. “Your wish is my command, love.” He grabbed Cris’ hips and started pounding into him, a punishing, brutal fuck, the sound of his balls slapping against Cris’ ass at the bottom of every stroke filling the room. The entire bed shook.